They all call me an Outer God.

"He needs to generate more negative emotions."

At this point, Ria was completely immersed in her art of raising children, utterly oblivious to the enormous pit she had dug for her past self.

“My great Heavenly Father, how can you be so heartless even to yourself?”

Just as Ria was about to leave, Dale suddenly appeared beside Him, a move that startled Swarth so much that he sent Dale flying several kilometers away with a single wing.

However, Dale quickly returned to Ria's side.

"Don't always be so wary of me. We're on the same side, aren't we?"

"Ha-ho—"

After hearing Dale's words, Schwarz actually opened his mouth and breathed on a mask. To be honest, this was the first time Ria had ever seen little Schwarz breathe on a mask.

“It’s really scary.” Dale said, looking quite aggrieved in front of Ria.

"It's just teasing you."

Ria did not hide his favoritism. After another round of simple jokes, He began to ask Dale if he had made any new discoveries.

Dale was happy to answer that question.

“Great Father, after assisting you in carrying out the so-called Hongmen Banquet, I obtained the guest list for this banquet.”

Among them are many figures connected to the Old Gods; I've specifically marked the key names with bloodstains. Perhaps there will be uninvited guests later. Honestly, I'm a little worried that the royal palace of Cranbea can't withstand the sheer number of people.

"We can unite the sun and the abyss to reinforce spacetime with the laws to curb pollution; this is not a difficult task."

"You are truly wise!"

Dale chuckled, “Father, shouldn’t we write a new script for their arrival? Otherwise, it’s just boring to keep up appearances.”

"It won't be boring, and besides, there's no need for a script; reality is dramatic enough."

As she spoke of these things, Ria's gaze suddenly turned playful.

"The people on the list were all invited by Rising Sun and Abyss through their connections, right? Think about it, what would happen if we invited everyone but forgot the one person we most wanted to be invited?"

"As for the one who most wants to be invited, I'm sure you can guess who it is without me saying. We just played them for a fool, and now they're probably so angry that they're about to descend and blow up Endlers."

Dale instantly understood: "In this way, things will develop like a fairy tale, except this fairy tale can only be called a dark fairy tale."

Ria fully agreed with this statement. Gradually, He narrowed His eyes and, like a bard chanting, slowly began to tell the new script.

The winds blew from all directions, engulfing the twilight along with the withered leaves and the evening stars, and began the whispers of a nighttime banquet.

Long, long ago, there was a beautiful and prosperous country, but it was often shrouded in fog—

The country's name is Enderles.

Enderles, as its name suggests, means "without end".

One day, an angel was born in Cranbea, the capital of Endeleurs…

This angel has six gray wings on his back and holds the power over trade and gold. He was named "Gold" by the meme god Sodris who accepted him. From now on, Gold will continue to govern the law of balance and replacement of all things and rule order.

To celebrate the birth of the Golden Angel, Sodris was naturally overjoyed and planned a grand banquet in the palace to welcome him. The sun sent invitations to its messengers, and the four knights of plague, war, famine, and death would roam the shadows, delivering the invitations to those who wished to attend the banquet.

These people were all prominent figures, and even though many of them were still asleep, they were happy to send their avatars to join in the fun.

People revere angels.

Before attending the banquet, everyone brought their own gifts and blessings to the golden angel. Their faces were filled with sincere smiles, and their clothing and accessories all reflected their status and power.

Amidst the cheers of the sun and the abyss, everyone raised their glasses and drank the wine in their cups, facing the direction of the golden angel.

The music and dancing began.

The church bells were suddenly struck, and just as the blood-red full moon hung above the Gothic spire, seven dark figures stepped into the sanctuary through the sticky shadows.

As they passed by, the candlelight condensed into pale, human-shaped crystals, and the choir's voices suddenly transformed into the sticky echo of hundreds of octopus tentacles slapping against the stone slabs.

"Welcome everyone."

The Archbishop of the Church of the Rising Sun removed his robes, revealing his back covered with star-shaped suction cups.

As the seven figures stood before the throne, the stained-glass windows, inlaid with human teeth and unable to withstand the pollution, suddenly oozed an asphalt-like substance, almost completely enveloping the magnificent palace, which covered twenty-six hectares, into an amber-colored cocoon.

The first guest removed his top hat, revealing a face of molten silver that displayed seventy-two different smiles: "On behalf of the will of Nyarlathotep, the lord of chaos, I offer my blessing to the golden angel."

He pressed the crown of thorns into the angel's skull, and dark gold blood immediately formed an eye-shaped emblem on the angel's forehead, opening and closing rhythmically. The crown's spikes began to pulsate rhythmically, as if injecting some kind of liquid darkness.

The woman, clad in a scarlet nun's gown, let out a burst of fiery laughter; the jeweled necklace around her neck was clearly made up of countless miniature suns collapsing.

“On behalf of Ktugya, I bestow upon you the fiery purity.”

When her fingertips touched the golden angel's wings, magma veins immediately appeared beneath the angel's many pupils, and the hidden negative emotions were carbonized into ashes amidst screams.

The third messenger, whose figure was always shrouded in a corrupt mist beneath his yellow robe, placed a golden mask inlaid with mermaid gill slits on the angel's face: "This is the blessing of Hastur."

Suddenly, countless transparent tentacles emerged from the inside of the mask and pierced into the flesh. The golden angel greeted it, saying, "Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to bestow your blessing."

He then turned his gaze to the fourth messenger, pausing slightly: "Mentor..."

“I am proud of you, Ria, as am my Lord Yog-Sothoth.”

"We grant you the ability to transcend space and time to a higher dimension."

The fifth knight called himself M'Sishha, and he embedded a bronze pocket watch into the angel's chest. The numbers on the dial were written in twelve languages ​​of extinct civilizations: "May our civilization endure forever."

The sixth lady wore a black veil and a black dress, with a mourning flower adorning the right side of her head, concealing her pointed ears.

"Shub Nicholas, I offer this gift to the Father God, wishing that Your creative authority may draw ever closer..."

The seventh messenger was an enormous black dragon with many pairs of wings and long horns. It coiled outside in the form of a dragon, then transformed into black mist and surged into the interior of the hall, where it turned into an owl and bowed with one wing.

"Goo."

(End of this chapter)