They all call me an Outer God.

Immediately, the dark shadow twisted, and a pitch-black mythical creature emerged from it, lunging at Ria's forehead in an instant.

"You're still as lively as ever, Schwarz."

Riafel managed to pull it off his head, which was no easy task, as Schwarz's four claws had a very strong grip, making it as difficult as tearing two fly traps stuck together.

"Gurgle!!!"

Even after landing, Swarth's feathers remained fluffy, and its wings continued to flutter up and down; the black shuttlecock was clearly very excited.

It had sensed that Ria's strength had increased to an unprecedented level, and it was worth all the effort it had put into memorizing so many lines and using that hideously ugly mask as its teleprompter.

Ah, its efforts have not been in vain; this is truly good news for the owl.

Schwarz opened its large, golden eyes once more and stared at Ria, its intuition telling it that Ria was about to make an exceptionally important decision.

And Ria didn't intend to hide it from it: "Swarth, our time is running out. Since my ascension, I've been able to see more and more things, and I'm very clear that the awakening of the gods and the destruction of the world are inevitable."

"With a probability deviation of 0.002%, I believe no one would dare to gamble."

"Gurgle." Schwarz's feathers gradually lost their fluffiness.

"I must reach meme zero as soon as possible."

Ria closed her eyes: "This banquet seems to be a celebration of my becoming an angel to help me relax, but it is actually a test."

"The sun will spread the banquet list. After hearing that I will attend, the consciousness incarnations of those old gods will definitely not let this opportunity pass. They will try every means to test my attitude, or simply to cause us trouble."

"Perhaps the Star of Judgment will also join in the fun."

Upon hearing this, Schwarz's pupils gradually shrank to pinpoints, a harbinger of its anger and impending attack.

"The calamity stars are nothing to fear, nor are those old gods. What I truly worry about is..."

Ria saw a deeper calamity through the prophet's memes, but He remained silent about it.

Who could know that the Creator's curse of memes was not only to curb the development of the old gods and cultivate new gods, but also, more importantly, to protect all of them?

Divinity—ultimately, maintaining world order is His duty. If Ria had not chosen the path of trade authority, perhaps He could have also walked the path of order.

"Time is of the essence. According to the laws of time and space, it is time for me to cultivate my avatars and let them play different roles."

Meme Zero requires an angel with Meme One to simultaneously perform fifteen memes, but this is a very risky undertaking. If one is not careful, one will be devoured by the memes and die a gruesome death.

The idiot from back then is a prime example.

But now Ria has no choice but to create an "idiot" and then find an opportunity to throw him into the past, since he is now a problem for Ria in the past and won't bother her in the present.

Ria couldn't help but laugh: "People can't even empathize with their past selves. Let the past me worry about it for a while longer."

After saying this, the golden angel slowly raised his hand, and countless gray-black tentacles spread out from the shadows, then obediently hibernated according to His will. Soon, they each condensed into human form.

There are now five people standing in front of Ria, and they all have the same appearance as Ria.

But Ria was still not satisfied. After a moment's thought, He took action and molded one of them into the shape of a woman. The reason was simple: He couldn't bear to see himself, as a man, dressed as a woman and playing the role of a witch. It would be more perfect to create a female version of himself.

That deliberately softened face was enough to eclipse the heavens and earth; there could never be anyone more suitable to play the role of a witch. "From now on, you will be responsible for playing the witch, and your name will be Lilith Medea."

He then looked at the rest of the people and gave them different identities.

“Lucky one, Roert Rhine, Raven Geor Black, Cupid Oedilos, these are your names. You must remember one thing: you are not only my creations, but also independent individuals.”

I allow you to have your own individuality, your own power, and your own life. I will allow you to have freedom and a portion of my divine power, as long as you do not deviate from the meme interpretation I have set for you.

“I give you life and permit you to exist as angels of Meme One.”

After Ria finished speaking, the “creations” all awoke.

They looked at Ria with immense gratitude and bowed to Him: "Praise be to Your sublimity! We will never disobey You, and we will eternally follow in Your footsteps to complete our own evolution until the day when all things are united."

Ria was fairly satisfied with their performance. Just as He was about to let them leave, a voice called out to Him. The voice was different from the other angels of creation; it was gloomy and hollow, yet it subtly revealed urgency and resentment.

"Did you forget someone?"

"Ok?"

"You haven't named me yet."

Ria paused slightly, but did not turn around: "Idiots don't need names, nor do they need thoughts."

"You just need to do everything you can to be an idiot and be laughed at by others. Don't bother thinking about anything you don't understand; thinking won't do you any good."

"But……"

"There's a banquet tonight, you can come and enjoy a free buffet, but I won't force you if you don't want to come."

After saying that, Ria left, and Swarth naturally flew to his shoulder, and Ria casually stroked the feathers on his head.

Do you think I've been a little heartless towards [the idiot]?

"Goo."

Schwarz shook his head. Everything Ria did was right; he didn't think Ria had done anything wrong at all.

Lia chuckled and said, "There's a saying that goes, 'The deeper the love, the harsher the criticism.' I may seem to be harsh on the idiot, but in reality, he's the one who receives the most attention."

Because of my main meme, I cannot portray an idiot, but the one still wandering in the universe is indeed Him, the Lord of Blind Fools... How can an idiot not be a closed loop of time and space?
If He didn't hate me enough, none of those things would have happened, and the blind and foolish Lord would no longer exist.

So when I created Him, I imbued Him with some defilement; next, I needed to make Him exhibit absolute hatred.

"Goo-ooh." No matter what Ria was saying, Swarth would respond with a "goo".

"However, they have only just come into this world and are too simple-minded. They may not even know what hatred is. Even the idiot just now only showed jealousy when he saw that others had names while he did not."

"That's not enough."

(End of this chapter)