They all call me an Outer God.

Now, the angel slowly opened His eyes, His pale golden pupils as empty and indifferent as crystal.

Behind Him, six wings slowly emerged from the crack in His shoulder blade, still growing in a deformed and twisted posture.

At the very top of the wings, the feathers were tinged with a bluish-gray membrane, and as they went down, they became a cold white like bone china. The many golden pupils embedded in the wings were not fully open; they were half-closed, revealing crescent-shaped irises and exposed blood vessels entwined with scarlet blood vessels, each one contracting in a different direction.

If you don't look closely, it looks just like a gem set in a white feather.

The process of transforming from human to angel is like the complete metamorphosis of an insect; the extraordinary need to shatter their body and then reassemble it in order to gain a new life.

An angel who has just completed her metamorphosis is undoubtedly fragile, as fragile as a newborn chick.

At this moment, Ria's mind was not fully awake, and even her movements were very slow. When she opened her eyes, her half-closed golden pupils stared unblinkingly at the ground. After a long time, Ria finally took a step and tentatively left the cocoon that had trapped her.

At this point, He was probably unable to think about who He was, and His actions were all based on biological instinct.

Instinctively, He sensed that someone was waiting for Him outside the door, so Ria walked straight out. The people surrounding Him automatically lowered their heads and silently made way for Him.

"..."

Ria felt as if she had been walking for a long time. Her wings were folded up, and a hint of gray-black was faintly visible at the base of her wings.

"He has come out! All hands on alert!"

The investigators, who had been waiting outside for a long time, tensed up. Then, they saw a white figure.

"Angel……"

At that moment, everyone who saw Ria was momentarily dazed, because that one glance had such a profound impact on their hearts. The meme in front of them was completely untouched by pollution; from a distance, He appeared so holy and inviolable, with His pristine silver wings shimmering with golden light.

More than an angel, he was like a savior god.

"Am I in heaven?"

Someone was muttering to themselves unconsciously.

"That's the legendary purest form of an angel! It's on a completely different level from the polluted supernatural beings we encounter every day!"

"Don't let your guard down, don't be fooled!"

Seeing that his teammate was about to be deceived by the angel's pure white appearance, the team leader punched him hard.

"Do you know what the concept of a meme's superhuman is? Their strength is second only to God, which is why they are called messengers of God, apostles, or angels."

Even if angels appear deceptively attractive, remember that they are the source of pollution, far surpassing any other supernatural being we can encounter. Sometimes, simply standing there doing nothing is enough to emit level twelve level of mental pollution.

"Everyone should wear their protective goggles to guard against mental pollution. Although it is people who are coming out now, we cannot let our guard down."

"He doesn't seem to have fully regained consciousness yet."

"That's precisely why we need to be even more vigilant."

Everyone watched with wary expressions as Ria approached them, watching helplessly as her pure white attire gradually darkened over time, until it was completely stained gray-black.

This characteristic seems no different from that of molting insects, which are often white when they molt and gradually begin to show their original colors.

Ria continued to advance, while the others continued to retreat. Finally, after the two sides had been locked in a stalemate for at least three minutes, a blond man wielding a long sword appeared out of thin air between them. Facing Ria, he slowly raised the sword of the sun god.

When Ria saw the other person, she was stunned for a moment, and then she lowered her head slightly.

The angel knelt on one knee, folded his wings, and let the man's longsword get closer and closer to him, before lightly tapping each end of his shoulder.

The language only they could understand emanated from the man's mouth: "I, the radiant rising sun, Sodris Cassilebane Moratler, by the authority of the sun and fire, welcome the newborn angels beneath me, and by this I bestow upon you your names—" [Golden Angels]

The world's measures and judgments are in your hands; your scales are the measure of fairness.

"I humbly follow the radiant sun of my divine Lord."

Ria had fully regained consciousness, and she knew very well that this was all thanks to the Radiant Sun; otherwise, she herself would not have been able to control what would have happened next.

Of course, the transformation from meme 2 to meme 1 was also made possible by the actors and audience who accompanied Him.

A prophet's ability is to deduce the whole situation. Right now, Ria is just standing there watching a pebble, and he can roughly observe its entire trajectory from birth to death.

However, His expression was not very good.

"What's wrong?" Sodris noticed His unusual behavior and helped Him up. "Did you see something?"

Ria pondered: "I see the fate of the world, and everything is exactly as described in the Book of Revelation."

"Ha, that's a prophet's old habit. Because he knows too much, he always likes to worry about prophecies about the future."

Upon hearing His words, Sodris immediately understood: "Do you believe your own prophecy?"

"I believe."

"Then are you scared?"

"Do not."

Ria shook his head slowly but with unwavering determination, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "Among a trillion possibilities, I see the probability of the world's destruction, the total probability of the extinction of all things is 99.998%."

That means we still have a 0.002% chance.

Sodris understood, and he laughed heartily before clapping his hands: "Good, much better than I expected."

"Why do you say that?" Ria looked at Him, puzzled.

"A 0.002% probability is even lower than the winning rate of a certain game we played before. Isn't that something to celebrate?"

Sodris seemed remarkably magnanimous about the world's destruction, and Ria couldn't help but marvel at how He could be considered an Outer God representing the element of fire; His temperament was truly unconventional.

"You're right."

Ria agreed with Sodris's idea; even a 0.002% probability wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The two continued to communicate in their old language, and everything went relatively smoothly.

Until Sodris suddenly seemed to realize something and looked at Ria with a strange gaze.

"You've become an angel now, congratulations! The gods will surely be happy for you."

"The best reward is that they don't wish for my early death."

"Hahaha, that's right—by the way, aren't you cold?"

"?"

As Ria saw Sodris scanning her up and down, a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

(End of this chapter)