They all call me an Outer God.

The intense heat of the blazing sun is directed only at itself; judging from its current state, it's probably about to explode.

Natius: "Shut up, child. Telling everyone will only hurt me."

Golis revealed a sly expression. Although she had been decisive and even somewhat tyrannical in her short time in power, she would occasionally show a side that was appropriate for her age.

Moreover, what gives her the confidence to joke about the two Outer God incarnations from this position?
She was personally promoted to the throne by Ria and her mentor.

Although this royal power could not compare to divine power, Golis still truly experienced the pleasure of borrowing the tiger's might.

Out of respect for Ria and the World Serpent bloodline, no one would dare to make things difficult for her.

Of course, this does not mean that she is incompetent. With Goris's authority, she is also qualified to mobilize the Order Association and the Guardians to deal with many emergencies to a certain extent.

For example, right now, have them all keep a close eye on a certain private golf course.

For example, when he received Ria's commission, he asked someone to send Ria, who had turned into a mythical creature larva, to the auction. He also sent his noble ministers and some wealthy people from the vicinity to that place to put on a play for Gherros according to Ria's script.

Fortunately, the play was quite successful, and Ria succeeded. Everything was under his control, and he was certainly worthy of the new meme identity of a prophet.

Foresight... He had anticipated Geheros's reaction and toyed with it; knowing when to stop was the most crucial step.

Such an action would enrage Geherus, and when He later discovered that the imprisoned Sun of Light had actually been rescued long ago, that unvented rage would eventually backfire on Him.

Ria's body contains some of the remaining contamination from Geherus, so he can naturally sense His current thoughts.

Of course, Ria's retreat does not mean that Geheros is exempt from paying his debts.

The longer a debt is overdue, the more interest accumulates. From the moment Ria tells the jinx, "You are in debt," if the other party cannot pay off those debts immediately, the longer the time drags on, the heavier the interest the debtor will have to bear.

This is the power of trade—

……

It is now 5:10 PM Cranbea time, dusk.

In the Victorian-style buildings, pedestrians stroll through the streets and alleys, factories rise straight plumes of black smoke from the orange-yellow horizon far from the city, streetlights flicker in the city, and a swarm of moths dances haphazardly in the dim light.

In a fleeting moment, these unnoticed scenes were frozen in time, and then, like a black and white photograph with layers drawn out, they lost all their color.

The tentacles that towered into the atmosphere were like a gray line connecting the earth and the sky. As this "line" continued to shrink until it turned back into a gray-black sphere, the entire Endlers lost its color and became only black, white and gray.

Yet, in such a disaster, gold was the only color that was preserved.

Golden threads, golden money, and golden eyes mingled in the haze and shadows, omnipresent.

What's even more terrifying is that ordinary people are completely unaware of all this, as if they have always lived in such an environment, completely oblivious to the indescribable changes that have taken place in their surroundings and themselves.

Every change the Creator makes to the world makes His creations believe that this is how the world should be.

Inside the auction hall, the faceless beings surrounded the mythical creature larva, gesturing with their hands in praise of trade, their heads bowed as if waiting for something.

At that moment, Schwarz, who had been on the second floor, stood up and jumped down. The instant he landed, he bent down in front of the gray sphere, knelt on one knee, and slowly opened his golden vertical pupils, his mouth agape with uncontrollable excitement.

"I will follow you forever."

The next moment, the humanoid appearance vanished completely, and the pitch-black mist, filled with endless golden eyes, enveloped the sphere until it was completely absorbed and merged into it.

The shape of the sphere has undergone new changes.

It grew larger and larger, its shape became ferocious, and its shell became harder and harder, as if the whispers of billions of lives spread from it as the source.

At this moment, life's only instinct is to chant its name.

The golden ruler who governs the balance and trade of all things, the god of trade.

[The eternal, pitch-black beacon on the path of nothingness and annihilation]

[A spectator adrift between past, present, and future] [You create justice, you execute judgments, you play with guilt.]

[Praise Trade]

Is that enough?

No.

The cocoon of the mythical creature trembled, uttering more frequent murmurs, and golden human eye patterns appeared on its surface.

[Calling for another name for ■■]

[Call My Name]

【A■■za■tho■th】

Then a blessing from a higher dimension descended. At that moment, the instruments of the Order Association clearly observed a group of blurry, giant human figures appearing on the outer layer of this planet. They held flutes and played noises of frequencies that humans could not hear.

The piper arrives with blessings.

At the same time, their appearance was also for surveillance, and incidentally, they brought new prayers along the way.

[From the beginning of time...at the end of time...the primordial whispers surging from the highest heavens]

The Silent Creator

The dictator who whispers where stars fall

A Void Temple Revealing Eternal Chaos Amidst Utter Silence

You are nothingness, you are the beginning, you are annihilation.

May you find eternal peace in the darkness.

[Praise the Original]

Finally, with a few "snap" sounds, cracks appeared on the cocoon of the mythical creature.

A long, slender hand with distinct knuckles reached out from it, destroying the cocoons that were trapping it even more thoroughly. Soon, another hand reached out, and the two hands worked together to completely destroy the gray-black cocoons.

"Wow--"

Thick, gray mist seeped from the broken cocoon, but solidified into silvery silk the instant it touched the young man's skin.

The pollutants that should have devoured everything now docilely roamed, weaving folds of his holy robe along his taut spine, each fold trembling with tiny silver light at the edge of the bleeding, cracked cocoon.

"Crack, click..."

The curled-up body was being slowly straightened by some irresistible force, the taut tendons undulating like strings against the cold, pale skin.

When the first gray-black tentacle pierced his shoulder blade, the young man's eyes remained tightly closed, but broken gasps unconsciously escaped from his throat.

The countless deformed fleshy spurs on His back crystallized the moment they came into contact with the air. People heard the crunching sound of calcium deposits exploding in the silence. Six jagged bone spurs pierced through the flesh and blood, and nerve bundles grew wildly like silver threads under the moonlight.

The most bizarre thing was those silvery-white feathers that appeared out of nowhere.

They are not growing, but rather like stardust shaken off from a spacetime rift, each feather spreading out with a crisp sound as ice crystals condense.

The newborn meme - the extraordinary one.

Those who reach this level of extraordinary ability can also be called...

Angels. (End of Chapter)