They all call me an Outer God.

Now, He can finally enjoy a peaceful dinner.

The medium-rare steak was pressed with a silver fork, and with a "sizzle," blood soaked into the snow-white plate.

The golden angel sat comfortably in her seat, patiently cutting the delicacies on the table into the most neat shapes.

It was at this moment that Nyarlathotep's avatar, looking somewhat dejected, approached Him and, like a most considerate deacon, cut the beef in front of Him into even small pieces.

"You should know that I am your messenger, and delivering messages and relaying messages are what I do best."

After admiring his finished product for a moment, the other party noticed that Ria seemed somewhat displeased, so he restored the pieces of meat to their original state and asked Ria to continue cutting.

But in reality, He went too far in recreating it, and ended up recreating a cow.

"!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Ria quickly moved the bull to another space before it appeared, and so another bull inexplicably appeared in front of Gherus's palace.

Nyarlathotep laughed and couldn't help but clap.

“When it comes to deterrence, you can simply let us take action. Why do you have to step in as Meme One? This will only make those gods hate you even more.”

After hearing what the other party said, Ria gestured for Him to sit down: "I have regained all my memories and have also witnessed that you were killed 3,649 times when the gods were at odds."

"Yes, it's such an imperfect number. I was just one step away from making a good one."

Fuxing Hun Dun's avatar narrowed his eyes: "Every time I am killed, the number of my clones increases by a square, so I do not resist death."

"But even so, the conditions for your rebirth are extremely demanding—by the way, thanks to your clones, I haven't been too bored these days..."

Ria picked up the wine glass on the table and gently swirled the liquid inside, but anyone with discerning eyes could understand the deeper meaning behind His words.

Not being bored means there's a lot of chaos.

"If you don't like it, I can kill them all."

"Forget it, we'll need them later. Killing them now would be a waste of resources."

After her memories returned, Ria generously forgave Nyarlathotep's actions, after all, Chaos was truly the most mischievous of all His creations, and had been so since His birth.

Although their actions were extreme, their sins did not warrant total annihilation.

“There are some things I have to deal with myself. If you keep coming forward to intimidate the gods, they will only become more rebellious and hateful. Only when I step in will these old gods understand the uncontrollability of the situation.”

"Shabu's outfit today is very distinctive, and the mentor's clothes also have a scholarly air. Naghyebu still enjoys being together as much as ever. Changnafangeng is getting stronger and stronger, and there's also Ketugeya, Abhos, Itakuya... Aihot, Mordigian..."

"Gentlemen, it's kind of you to have gone through so much trouble to come all this way. Even just for the sake of our old friendship, I should raise a glass with you all."

Ria sat at the head of the banquet table, observing everyone. Their expressions varied. The fact that Ria could pronounce their true names here showed that they had taken all necessary precautions.

The palace they are in now is no longer part of reality. Everyone is trapped in the cracks of time and space. There are naturally people who love the original, but there are also quite a few who hate Him.

This banquet was so daunting that even the gods themselves trembled with fear, which reminded Ria somewhat of the famous old painting, "The Last Supper."

"Hopefully they understand the urgency of the situation..."

As the banquet drew to a close, Atlas Nakia took his leave of Ria early, claiming that he was not used to the atmosphere there and wanted to return to the Dreamland to continue weaving the bridge connecting the two worlds.

Ria saw through His thoughts. After all, He and Red Moon had been so close, and now that Red Moon was in trouble, no one in His position would be happy. "But I still want to express my deepest gratitude to you."

Atrachnakia's voice was sharp and trembling. Before long, he disappeared without a trace, and the other gods present, seeing that there was nothing left for them to stay, all bid farewell to Ria.

Ria also acquiesced to their departure, while unconsciously lamenting, "Even the most wicked old gods have people vying to worship them. Do those people truly love them from the bottom of their hearts?"

"Perhaps people are just fascinated by their strangeness and power."

The dinner party came to an end.

Finally, Ria looked at the representatives of the three pillar gods and handed over the meme angels she had split off to them for nurturing. As for the idiot, it was another day that he was not assigned a "mentor".

Seeing the joyful expressions on the faces of his kind, the idiot couldn't help but clench his fists, his eyes bloodshot, and his back teeth grinding together.

He was ignored again.

Why.

The idiot couldn't help but ask himself this question.

What was the original Creator's purpose in creating them? Wasn't it to use them to advance to Meme Zero? On the day when the fifteen memes merge, they will all die silently, and no one will care about them.

No, that's not right. I should say that no one cares about me.

Other meme angels can still receive a moment of care from the Creator; they have new names, new identities, and even their own "mentors" to guide them.

But the idiot has nothing.

The only thing He possesses is the ridiculous title of "idiot." While everyone else is laughing and having fun, all He receives is the wariness and disgust of the gods, and even a bit of pity.

Gradually, He began to feel hatred.

But these emotions are absorbed by the angel of the raven meme; the more one hates Him, the happier He becomes.

So the idiot could only try his best not to hate Him, but the angel would secretly trip Him when no one was around, while He was also trying to make everyone feel disgusted with Him.

But the people were very tolerant of him.

Sometimes even an idiot can't help but think that the world must be crazy.

"My Lord..."

He tried to appeal to his Creator, begging for His only mercy, just a little bit, even if it was just to let Him know that He was being used, just a little care from the Creator.

The mind of creation is always so childlike, but Ria still did not choose to pay attention to Him, but let Him leave the palace and do whatever He was supposed to do.

"Are you really going to do this to me?"

"I don't even have a basic name. Please give me a name... My Lord, I just want the simplest name."

“I don’t want to be called an idiot all the time—please don’t do this to me.”

His prayers were so fervent, the first time since his birth that he had displayed such intense emotional turmoil. (End of Chapter)