They all call me an Outer God.

Lia herself didn't really care what he was thinking. She just casually raised her hand and waved it, and Jack was surprised to find that the bitter almond water in her hand had become more delicious than ever before, a hundred times more delicious than any other drink he had ever had.

"This stuff can make ordinary people easily resist all pollution below the angel level, so Doctor, you won't have to suffer from bitter potions every day anymore."

Jack was dumbfounded. He knew exactly what it meant to be able to resist all pollution below the angel level. He was so shocked that he forgot how to react and just stared at the jar in his hand: "This is unscientific. What's the principle behind this?"

"There's no need to get bogged down in whether it's scientific or not in the world of mysticism."

Ria couldn't help but complain, and then she looked at her mentor who was trapped inside the heavy armor.

The angel, staff in hand, strode forward. The impenetrable barrier did not even momentarily hinder His steps, but was directly pierced through: "Mentor, I have come to see you."

Ivan slowly raised his head and looked at Ria: "Your strength is becoming more and more terrifying, but I remember we had a meal together not long ago?"

"No one said we can't get together again after this, right?"

As Ria drew closer to Ivand, the investigators behind the barrier exchanged glances, too afraid to voice any objections.

In principle, they should contain any contaminated creatures, but now principles are in their hands.

"Kelcha, I don't have much time left."

Lia remained calm: "I understand. We don't have much time left. I've come here to help you completely resolve your worries."

"You want to merge my two consciousnesses into one? You can't do it."

"That's hard to say, I can do anything."

Ria squatted down and, ignoring her mentor's doubts, reached out and touched His forehead.

And at the very moment his hand touched her forehead through the heavy armor, Ria's consciousness sank into another darkness, and a bright door appeared before her.

Who are you? What do you seek?

"...You still like these tricks, huh?"

As Ria looked at the shimmering door, he couldn't help but sigh, but he was not there to solve the mystery; he wanted to see Yog-Sothoth.

“I am Ria Kercha, and I request to see Yog-Sothoth now.”

【Azathoth, my father, why do you call yourself by another name in my presence?】

"I am not Azathoth."

[Azathoth, why won't you acknowledge your identity?]

"Because I never intended to be some blind and foolish lord. I am the Lord of Trade, Ria Kercha, who governs balance and trade, nothing more."

[Azathoth, have you thought this through? If you do not acknowledge this identity, I will not grant you any privileges. The only creator I acknowledge is the Primordial One.]

“Arguing about these things is pointless. I am who I am. What you’re saying are all part of my identity. Even if I change my identity, I will still be me. That cannot be changed, just as it is a fact that I created you. That cannot be changed either.”

"If you refuse to acknowledge me over such a trivial matter, what good is this idiotic meme to you? You're still too green to try and split me apart."

So who are you?

“I can be anyone, but in essence, I am Ria Kelcha.”

"I will not dwell on the past, nor will I rely on the future. What I rely on is myself in the present moment."

"boom----"

After He finished speaking, the dazzling door suddenly trembled violently, and then its overflowing light filled Ria's entire field of vision. When Ria regained her vision, she found that the door in front of her had disappeared, replaced by countless aggregates of luminous spheres without any fixed position.

These spheres constantly split and recombine, forming extremely complex geometric structures. Fractals and hypercubes intertwine and split with each other, emitting unnatural colored radiance.

Their colors exceed the human visible spectrum, or they display iridescent, deep space-like dark purple and silver-white intertwined, just like the most primal breath of the universe.

"Yog-Sothoth..."

Ria stared at the chaotic orbs of light, feeling as if her brain had been filled with a multitude of incomprehensible pieces of knowledge in an instant, causing her excruciating pain. But in the next moment, it was as if nothing had happened at all, and she felt perfectly normal.

"No wonder the mentor's schizophrenia was so severe, and the Order Association's treatment for many years had not shown any improvement. It turns out that you had been hiding in His consciousness all along."

I can hide in the mind of anyone who thirsts for knowledge.

Even if someone goes mad for the sake of knowledge?

That was their own choice.

Yog-Sothoth's figure flickered in and out of sight.

The reason I have been unable to detach myself from Ivan's consciousness is because I need to provide you with revelation at crucial moments; this is my duty as the chief meme of the tactician.

“So…” Ria stared at His mythical creature body.

[Gherus is not our ultimate enemy; what we should always be wary of is blind folly itself.]

But whatever the outcome, whatever decision you make, I will assist you in winning this battle.

[Regarding trade, please state your next decision. Whatever decision you make, we will implement it.]

He did not use the original name when He called Ria, but rather called Him Trade.

In response, Lia replied, "Prepare for the worst."

"The Order Association has been secretly building Noah's Ark, and it's almost finished. I hope that you can reside in my consciousness so that the mentor's consciousness can take turns appearing to oversee the construction of the Ark."

"We must ensure that when the end times come, life will have left behind a final spark."

If this is your wish, I will comply unconditionally.

[By the way, regarding trade, your suggestion to have Ivand's two consciousnesses alternate might be for...]

"Ah, I didn't mean anything by it, I just think that one person can do two jobs 24 hours a day without rest. Besides, it is indeed a good way to resolve the conflict between the two."

"When the two of them realize that they should become one, the curse will naturally break down."

You really are a capitalist.

Yog-Sothoth was filled with emotion. Then, following Ria's decision, He transferred His remaining consciousness, which had existed on Evans-Charles' side, into Ria's mind. Ria, in pain, clutched his head and lost his balance, almost losing his human form.

Even though He is now an angel, it is no easy task for Him to bear the consciousness of an Outer God. No wonder the mentor has been suffering from schizophrenia to this day.

But what Ria needs most right now is this kind of split personality.

If you want to gather, you must first disperse; the fifteen motifs returning to oneness is also the return of all things to oneness.

"Prepare well, this might be the final script."

(End of this chapter)