They all call me an Outer God.

"..."

"Neuropathy."

Natius utterly despised Sodris's behavior. He planned to leave Earth now and go as far away as possible, hoping that the farther away he was, the longer he could live.

But just as He transformed back into His mythical form and was about to depart, He caught a glimpse of the four "suns" in the clear sky out of the corner of His eye, and His body suddenly stiffened.

After pondering for a long time, Natius suddenly opened his mouth and let out a dragon's roar, then swung his long tail and flew into the sky.

[Bichros! Gargamute!]

The serpentine dragon called out two names, and soon after, the sea beneath it trembled violently once more. Two giant snakes, one red and one black, emerged from the seabed, their bodies covered in algae and silt, wrapped with sturdy chains of various sizes.

As Natius chanted, a series of loud rumbling sounds rang out, and all the shackles shattered.

The abyss's retinue emerged from the seal and returned to His side.

I am different from you, Sodris. You are willing to trust the Primordial One, but I do not trust Him at all.

Since He was able to propose the theory of changing eras in the first place, it means that we are all pawns being kept by Him.

A giant dragon hovers in the sky.

[Sodris, you haven't realized that the Primal has already advanced from Meme II to Meme I. The stronger an individual life form is, the more difficult it becomes to advance.]

[When He ascended to Meme One, He experienced reincarnation, creating the world within His memories for countless billions of years. Such an ascension was unprecedented in its difficulty. So what would His Meme Zero Ascension Conditions become?]

Sodris, we were all deceived by the Primal One.

It's all too late.

At this moment, a chant resembling that of a whale or an elephant could be heard throughout the seas, and the ancient gods who were still slumbering in the seas were disturbed by this sound, making the seal precarious.

At that moment, countless tentacles surged in the abyss, and the once clear sky suddenly turned into an almost distorted black. Ripples gradually appeared on its surface, and then it became so indistinguishable from the sea at the bottom that it was impossible to tell the difference between the sea and the sky.

It's raining. The sea above is raining, and the sea below is flowing against the current. Countless shadows appear on the sea surface along with the fog and torrential rain, their broken bodies and limbs dancing, forming a barrier connecting the two seas.

When a catastrophic star breaks through the atmosphere, countless meteorites mixed with Mars will fall, and the upper ocean will become a barrier against the natural disaster.

Natius could hardly imagine that he would one day do these things. He was an evil god; how could an evil god do such things?

But He did it anyway.

They all did the same.

This is probably all because they've been brainwashed by some madman who says divinity is not the same as bestiality.

……

Kranbea, located underground within the Order Association, is 432 meters below the surface.

An unprecedentedly enormous cabin was placed in a cold and dark space. With a "snap," 6,500 fluorescent lights were turned on, instantly illuminating the cabin.

Countless researchers, dressed in white coats, shuttled between the elevators connecting the ground and the underground, surrounding the cabin and calculating something with white paper in their hands.

The technological feel here is completely out of step with the ground. Almost any high-tech or ultra-high-tech device can be found here. Only by experiencing it firsthand can one truly appreciate the sheer scale and grandeur of this epoch-making space. That submarine-shaped, even rounder object is the ark that the Order Association has been secretly researching all along; people call it Noah's Ark.

Its outer shell is hard enough to withstand a meteorite impact. When the apocalypse comes, it can carry 300,000 people and provide them with ample supplies and simulated solar lights to allow them to live and thrive for 50 years. During this period, if the surviving humans can find a new paradise, they can continue to live.

Otherwise, it would mean complete extinction.

Because of these characteristics, the Ark has been given new names, such as "God of Order" and "God of Machines." It has self-awareness, and its ultra-high level of artificial intelligence can simulate all kinds of emotions and words to serve humanity.

"I just hope we never have to use it."

Beneath the ark, researchers whispered among themselves: "Once the intelligent program of this containment object is activated, and it truly gains self-awareness, it will probably be beyond our control. It is on a completely different dimension from the civilization on the ground, and perhaps it subconsciously believes that it is the superior one."

"Fortunately, the mindset we implanted in it is to maintain human civilization no matter what, so it should be on our side."

"hope so."

Just as people were still discussing it, a new sound of footsteps approached from afar.

The two immediately turned their heads and saw a man wearing a white coat, black-rimmed glasses, and carrying blueprints. His long, silver hair was tied into a low ponytail and was walking towards them. As the man walked, his silver hair swayed slightly like a tail.

"tutor."

The two researchers immediately greeted their mentor, but Ivand showed no smile whatsoever.

"I have absolutely no idea what Kelcha is thinking."

Ivand thought to himself.

Then, He looked at the two who were slacking off: "Is the list finished?"

"Once the adults are selected, we choose healthy and strong young people from among the global population to ensure they can reproduce at any time. Priority is given to those with high levels of education, those who are free from illness and physical disabilities, and all of them are outstanding individuals."

"good."

Ivand nodded.

"Now, bring them all here and lock them up using containment devices that can transfer life."

The researchers were taken aback: "Isn't this too hasty?"

"urgent?"

Ivand scoffed: "In my calculations, the calamity will crash into this place completely in thirty minutes, and humanity will perish in less than a second, because from a microscopic perspective, the calamity will only take less than 0.873 seconds to shatter the blue planet and continue its journey."

"So you should understand what I mean. Now, gather all the people and put them into the Ark. Let the Ark leave. Don't alert those who weren't chosen and let them find out about this, otherwise it will just be a waste of time."

"Preserving civilization is the most important thing right now. We don't have time to consider personal emotions. Of course, our plan might fail. After all, the Ark can withstand a meteorite impact, but it can't withstand a cosmic reboot—"

At this point, Ivand's eyes were filled with complex emotions: "The universe has been rebooted, and all spacetime and matter in the universe have been erased. Even if we attempt to travel through spacetime, it will be useless."

At that time, the world will return to chaos.

(End of this chapter)