They all call me an Outer God.

It was too troublesome to make transactions one by one, so Riya found the tallest hotel in Lidsh City and used his extraordinary ability to create an avatar up there, and asked him to take a big bag of money and throw it downstairs to create a riot.

Of course, for Riya herself, this is no different from making a nest to attract fish before fishing.

After preparing the bait, he walked into the hotel room, intending to get a few hours of sleep after a long absence.

The young man placed his coat and hat on the coat rack, took off his gloves, and as expected, he saw those golden eyes and whiskers.

If you use supernatural powers to hide them, you can fake the effect of ordinary skin, but they are still there, and even using trade authority cannot make them disappear.

Riya stared at them for a long time, intending to find a mirror to see if there was any other contamination on her body.

He didn't care about the pollution piling up. Ria was just curious about what else he could transform into. This feeling was like opening a blind box, or like planting an unknown seed and waiting for it to grow.

Not long after, Riya stood in front of the mirror and washed her face. Densely packed eyes gradually appeared on the surface of her body. These eyes kept flashing strange light in the dim environment. They looked at Riya in the mirror, and Riya was also looking at them through the mirror.

The surroundings seemed to become blurred, and their light became more eye-catching.

Riya continued to look for a while, and then he realized that it was the surroundings that became blurry... A thick fog had appeared around him, swallowing up everything except the light.

[Our Lord... You will eventually return, you will eventually wake up]

[You will eventually take back all your authority and achieve supreme success]

Those vague whispers appeared in my ears again.

【We beg you to wake up...】

【Don't wake up! 】

【Wake up! 】

【Don't wake up! 】

【You can't wake up! 】

【My Lord】

【O Lord, the Almighty】

【Oh God……】

There were many noisy sounds coming from all directions. Riya didn't understand at first, and then he saw the flesh tendrils on the back of his hand began to stretch continuously. The pollution began to spread, and the flesh tendrils spread along his arms to his body, decomposing his flesh and blood. Densely packed eyes were interspersed among them like fruits.

"Crack--" the mirror in front of him shattered, and Riya realized that this might not be the reality he was familiar with, and he was probably in a dream again.

A long-lost dream, a familiar fog.

"What will I dream about this time?"

Riya perked up a bit, his eyes full of exploration of unknown things. He summoned a cane in his dream, which could be transformed into a very sharp sword. He felt more secure with it.

The road ahead was clear, and Riya walked forward with her cane, and the fog gradually faded.

Soon, a tall figure appeared in front of him.

The woman in cheongsam stood there quietly with a folding fan in her hand. The fan in her hand covered half of her face, but there was a solid golden vertical pupil pattern on the fan.

The Swelling Daughter.

"Hello, ma'am."

To be honest, Leah was not surprised to see Him in her dream. "You are here. We have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Next, for safety reasons, please follow me. Otherwise, it's easy to get lost in the fog."

His voice was pleasant yet deadly: "Believe me, [fog] is not a harmless thing."

Having said that, the lady walked ahead without saying any more words to Leah, as if her appearance was just to play the role of a guide.

Ria thought about it and decided to follow. The fog around her became thinner. Along the way, Ria saw extremely fragmented landforms such as oceans, rivers, and mountains. Life gradually appeared on them from nothing.

Then some people rode horses through those areas, waving whips and stopping from time to time to look up at the sky and make gestures of embracing the sun.

Riya knew them; they were three of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. As for why there were not four, it was because he had not met the fourth one yet.

The Swelling Girl continued to lead Riya forward. After passing through those bizarre areas, they arrived at a pure white space. There was nothing in that space except a huge and abrupt stone.

There were some cards placed on the stone. Ria came closer and found that these cards were meme cards, and there were exactly fifteen of them.

Arranged at the top are the black marketeer, magician, hunter, guard, dream catcher, werewolf, and curser.

The following are arranged in order: idiot, witch, crow, lucky guy, cupid, tactician, prophet, and sorcerer.

"This is……"

Riya discovered that the cards arranged on top were all memes that he had successfully interpreted. Judging from the current progress, he only needed to interpret three more and then he would have nothing to do.

For some unknown reason, he picked up the black businessman card and looked at the black-hearted businessman pattern on it, and unexpectedly caught another glimpse of gaze.

On the idiot card, the many masks hanging on the tentacles seemed to be mocking or pitying, but Riya could clearly feel that the gaze just now came from them.

These gazes seemed to be constantly tempting Leah.

[Come and choose, choose us - choose idiot meme]

[You can't escape fate, you will come to accept us in the end]

Riya was indifferent to their provocation, and instead put down the Black Trader card and shifted her attention to the [Tactician].

For this meme, the man who plays the tactician needs a war.

However, the result is that even the demise of the War Knight failed to shake the interpretation barrier of the Tactician meme.

"Is it because I didn't think it through, or does this battle need me to fight it myself?"

Tacticians are civilian positions, so it doesn't seem appropriate to send them to the battlefield. However, this is an extraordinary world where everything is possible.

As she thought about it, Leah even began to consider which opponents to choose for herself, but the Swelling Girl beside her spoke up: "Walking on the extraordinary path will inevitably lead to confusion. In this case, why not pray to higher beings and exchange for their inspiration?"

"You mean you have a better idea?"

Riya didn't blink. After all, the Swelling Girl was the incarnation of Nyarlathotep. Although he seemed not to care about her, he was actually always on guard against her.

It’s best not to believe a word this person says.

"It's really pitiful. I thought those clones had built up enough trust with you, but it seems they are still so useless."

The swollen girl closed her folding fan, and the facial features suddenly collapsed inward, gradually twisting into an eye pattern with a vertical pupil.

(End of this chapter)