They all call me an Outer God.

They claimed to have learned a new word from Shub Nicholas, "periphery," and since the idol was considered part of the idol's periphery, asking for an autograph was perfectly reasonable.

"Professor Sodris, please give me a signature! Just sign it at the bottom of the statue and add 'cn White Rose' in the notes."

"It was the first time I met my teacher in person, and he was even more handsome than a statue! Absolutely stunning!"

"Teacher, can we collect some stamps?"

Sodris couldn't understand what these young people were saying at all. Perhaps he was out of touch with the times and couldn't keep up with the trends. But surrounded by these kids, he still kindly signed autographs for everyone and took photos with them.

The palace was packed with people, most of whom seemed to be believers worried about his injuries.

Even now, Sodiris still feels a bit sentimental: "It would have been better if I had been hung back in the sky. How could I have dealt with so many people? It was truly a torment."

"You're a middle-aged or elderly person, and you know about social anxiety?"

Upon hearing the sound, Sodris was startled, then turned his head and saw Natius munching on seaweed, walking casually from the other side of the corridor, his navigator-themed metal ornaments jingling incessantly.

The man walked directly to a spot less than a meter away from Sodris, turned around, and looked at the throng of people on the ground through the floor-to-ceiling window, continuing to chew on seaweed.

"Your followers are truly insane, but although I don't want to discourage you, I still have to remind you of a fact: over the years, you've lost quite a few key members to others."

"Could you go brush your teeth before you talk to me?"

"I'm talking to you about something serious."

"Okay, what did you mean just now?"

"Here, see for yourself."

Natius pointed to the nine o'clock position, and only then did Sodris notice a person dressed in black standing there giving a speech. When he finally managed to make out the person's face, his eyes widened in shock: "The Golden Angel, Ria Kercha!?"

What is He doing there?

"As I said, he's trying to steal your man, hehehe. But you don't seem that surprised. So, want to go see what that guy is talking about?"

"I still won't..."

Sodris didn't want to go; he hadn't figured out how to face Ria yet. But the next moment, Natius dragged him there. It was as if Natius had bought the tickets in advance, and he even got Sodris a pretty good spot in the front row.

Sodris turned his head and looked around, and immediately realized that the faces of the people around him were all quite familiar—

The Plague Doctor, the Mentor, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Three Pillars, the Red Moon and the Spider, Dagon, Glagi, the Yithians, the World Serpent...

Looking further back, there are even foreigners.

"The original network of connections was truly extensive."

There are so many people who can be "resurrected".

Sodris couldn't help but sigh, and then he heard someone on stage tap the microphone.

The microphone emitted a buzzing sound.

The entire room immediately fell silent.

"Gentlemen, the fact that we can gather here today and stand here speaking in peace is thanks to the efforts of each and every one of us."

I know you may have many questions about me, but I want to ask you all: what kind of person am I in your eyes? Or rather, what is my status in your eyes?

The people in the audience had all sorts of expressions and gave all sorts of answers. Some disagreed with Ria's ideas and looked at Him with hatred, while others called Him the true savior and the true God.

They call Him a black merchant, a capitalist, a villain, but they also call Him the primordial, the golden angel, the lord of trade.

Hearing all this, Ria remained completely unmoved.

"Before you judge me, I want to tell you a story. It's about the origin of everything."

Before the crowd, under a clear sky, He looked at the birds flying in the sky and then slowly spoke: "Disorder syndrome, commonly known as pollution syndrome, is an intractable disease that has been extremely difficult for all doctors throughout the era, including superhumans."

Those afflicted will have only one year left to live. Under the shadow of the crimson moon and eerie mist, they will all be transformed into twisted monsters, becoming accomplices of evil spirits, relatives of natural disasters, and sources of faith for evil gods dwelling outside this world to exploit at will.

Cause of the disease - unknown.

Onset time - unknown.

Infectivity level – unknown.

Treatment method – unknown.

Patient risk level – SSS.

A natural disaster is imminent, and the indescribable eyes slightly open, about to revive.

My origins lie in this background; from the moment I dug my own grave and broke free from death, I faced this very crisis.

I believe I am not the only one suffering the same torment and persecution, but we hope to change the status quo, and gradually, we will also have the ability to change it.

"Faced with such a crisis, how did you resolve it, Mr. Lia?"

"How was it solved?"

The young man giving the speech thought for a moment: "First of all, we should hang streetlights on all the capitalists who are making a fortune by committing evil deeds in the chaos. But I respect human rights, so I will let them choose the streetlight model they like."

"Uh……"

The reporter who asked Liya the question was momentarily speechless: "But aren't you the biggest capitalist of this dark age?"

“No, that’s called an entrepreneur,” Lia corrected. “As a businessman who controls trade, I need to eliminate all my competitors so that I can be the only one left.”

The young man stood on the platform with his arms outstretched, and the crowd below erupted in cheers: "Only dictatorship can bring true peace! You should all understand that this is the glory of trade power!"

"Praise be to trade!!!"

"Whatever my Lord says is right!"

“Ah, He saw me, I am dead.”

The crowd below erupted in cheers again. Although some still held opposing views, the outcome might be surprisingly good if Yuria were in power.

“Look at this sword.”

Ria displayed his Sword of Damocles to the crowd, and someone with sharp eyes immediately recognized the blade: "It is said that whoever pulls this sword from the stone will become the king of Enderus!"

The sound was not quiet, and soon the voices grew louder and louder. The people of Enderus were relatively traditional, and they believed that since Ria had drawn his sword, then his identity was rightfully his.

"Our Lord Trade, we will follow you forever!"

"Your Majesty! We will follow you forever!"

They shouted and cheered, and the number of people gathered around the stage grew larger and larger. Reporters from several major newspapers were busy taking photos of Lia's speech, already thinking about how to edit their news articles when they got back.

But instead of smiling, Lia silenced everyone.

"Friends, do you remember the prophecies in the Book of Revelation?"

"At the end of the world, everything will be destroyed. Today is the day of the end, yet we can still stand here and see a rare clear sky over Endlers, with sunshine and not a cloud in the sky..." (End of Chapter)