They all call me an Outer God.

Have you ever heard of interest forged from flesh and blood?

Seven serrated openings suddenly appeared on the surface of the layered tentacles, and dense protrusions moved out from under the skin of the compound eyes.

In an instant, those syllables carrying the fishy smell of 20,000 meters underwater pressed in from all directions, and even time and space began to seep out rusty red viscous fluid.

Twelve tentacles covered in ancient inscriptions pierced through spatial dimensions, each sucker chanting debt contracts from different eras. Gherros witnessed this, and his retina suddenly burned—

Those weren't tentacles at all; they were chains of debt formed by countless twisted human faces linked end to end, each mouth spewing out jet-black promissory notes stained with starlight.

【■■■■.■■】

An indescribable harmony caused an octopus embryo to hatch from the quartz dial. Its compound eyes now occupied the entire sky. Gherros looked down, watching helplessly as the lines on his palm melted into a debt repayment list, while the sinister laughter of thirty-seven parallel universes superimposed echoed in his ears:
[Gherros...pay back the debt]

The earth suddenly transformed into a writhing stomach, and accounting quills, emerging from spacetime rifts, were dipping into the spinal cords of all living beings to write. Those blasphemous tendrils grew extrusion organs, gnawing at Geheros's eardrums while spewing out ultimate formulas that made the stars tremble:
Under the guise of trade

[Principal and Interest]

【total--】

Every single cell of your remaining lives

【as well as】

[The screams of agony after ten thousand reincarnations]

"Did the advancement of Meme One ultimately ruin your brain?"

Gherus was astonished. He might have expected that Ria would advance to Meme One soon, but he never expected that this person would surrender his consciousness to his instincts at such a critical juncture.

Ria chose trade as her authority, and as a mythical creature larva about to ascend to angelhood, this larva would only mechanically execute the "trade" command.

As Geherus's question trembled in the heterogeneous air, the compound eyes on the spacetime rift also began to bleed in sync.

Those blood droplets defied the laws of gravity, hovering in mid-air, each drop reflecting the moment Gherros signed the contract, as recorded in trade documents across different timelines—

On a certain midnight when entropy reversed, His rings were mortgaged to the ████████ bank.

The twelve chains of debt are twisted together to form a Möbius strip, from which golden masks covered with interest hyphae extend from each topological fold.

The masks, bearing the dying expressions of every civilization devoured by gold coins, were now whispering simultaneously from three hundred and sixty throats:
Gold is the soul and flesh of ████.

Your gravitational tides nourished their hatchery.

Now is the time to reap the rewards.

Suddenly, billions of human mouths appeared on the surface of His tentacles. Those speculators who had prayed to gold coins were reciting the holy book of usury with their half-melted tongues. Tens of thousands of dark tentacles surrounded Gherus's consciousness and pierced His skin without mercy.

At that moment, Geherus's retina suddenly detached, and he saw through layers of time and space the gold coin that was the culprit.

The infinitely divisible gold coin did not have its cost distributed among all those who used it; instead, it was borne directly by Gherus, who was summoned to the scene.

This whole scene was a trap set for Geheros from the very beginning.

The "gold coin" is actually a compressed miniature black hole, imprisoning a soul being tortured by infinite compound interest within each event horizon.

"Gulu..."

The mythical creature's larvae's stomachs rolled upwards, revealing an esophagus woven from the Dow Jones Industrial Average curve. Its blasphemous tentacles began to play a symphony of broken ribs, each melody reshaping the memories of Geheros's consciousness—

The nebula He absorbed at His birth was the embers of the ninth trillionth bankruptcy liquidation of the ████████ Bank. The Primordial Creator never intended for Him to live peacefully.

He has marked the price to be paid for each of His creations; the billions of creations are born with debts.

The Creator is also the president of the largest bank in the universe, and their creditor.

The silver spoon of [■■■] is turning.

The item you pledged has entered the pawn process.

Now please pay for your ownership of the celestial body.

【as well as】

[The right to use the name of an evil god]

Spacetime collapsed under the pressure of countless tentacles, eventually taking the shape of the Klein bottle, and they are falling into the depths of the digestive system composed of the Nasdaq index.

"No!"

Gheros's consciousness struggled frantically. He finally realized that the true purpose of these tentacles was his true form. Once he was captured, the location of his true form would be exposed.

If He were a puppet manipulated by threads, those tentacles could easily find His master by following the threads.

Consciousness tried to struggle, but it was too late.

The jet-black feathers had now pierced the corona of Gherus's body, branding the hatching debt eggs onto His sunspots—which were clearly piles of gold coins bearing the face of the primordial god Azathoth.

At present, Ria is not even a meme one. He has just touched the threshold of meme one and has just gradually emerged from the larva into the cocoon. Yet, he has already harmed the body of Gherus through the law.

In the palace of flesh and blood, Geherus suddenly realized that the danger posed by Riya was greater than He had imagined.

Although Ria is currently unable to reach the place where Geherus exists.

But Geherus clearly realized that he could no longer sit idly by; He had to stop Ria from ascending to Meme One.

The Creator's mythical form has never reached a level beyond Meme 2. Once He truly succeeds in ascending to that level, everything afterward will spiral out of control.

Although this is what Geherus would like to see, it is on the condition that He Himself does not want to die prematurely.

But even if the Primordial One were to act on instinct, his first reaction would still be to try to destroy and devour Him, which made Geheros feel an unprecedented unease.

Although the Primordial Chaos is not yet a threat to His true form, leaving it unattended is still a problem.

"He has probably already sensed my location, but unfortunately, He cannot get close to where I am now."

"But Yuan Chu might take this opportunity to plant the coordinates. If I want to eliminate future troubles, I can only do so now."

Geherus was a very cautious person, and he felt that anything that posed a threat to him had to be eliminated.

Even if that threat is the origin, the creator, and the common "father" of all the gods.

"As a blind and foolish lord, how can you be competent with your brain? This creator is ultimately not qualified."

“I think it would be better if I stripped you of your divinity at this moment and took your place…”

Witnessing the tentacles approaching from millions of light-years away within the palace overgrown with flesh and blood, Gherros transformed into a human and stepped out of the hall. (End of Chapter)