They all call me an Outer God.

This pattern is exactly the same as the one on the masks worn by several angels in 06.

Riya didn't know what she was thinking about, and suddenly all her muscles tensed up unconsciously, and her face turned ugly.

"I seem to have heard you talk about imitating angels. What is the relationship between those angels and you?"

He had lost count of how many times the people around him had been silently replaced by Hephisgetu or whether they had originally been Hephisgetu. When he met them again, he was naturally extremely alert.

However, those people are all archangels of Meme One. Now that many gods are asleep, their existence is supreme. How can they be easily replaced?

No, after all, it is the Walking Chaos. With His help, everything is possible. Even the people I know when I travel through time and space to the past can be replaced.

Seeing that Leah's mood was obviously starting to become strange, the Swelling Girl suddenly laughed out loud.

"You haven't lost control of your emotions, which means you've grown up quite well. But please don't worry, they have nothing to do with me. I created this symbol simply because I think it's beautiful."

"It's beautiful, isn't it? The golden eye patterns are just like the eyes that appeared on your body."

As she spoke, the Swelling Girl spread out her arms.

"You don't need to be wary of me. I am a product of your dreams. Everything in the dream is not real. You just need to consider my advice seriously."

“When you don’t know who to pray to, why don’t you look behind you? You don’t have to take all the pressure on yourself. You actually need Him more than you think.”

"And vice versa, of course."

“He needs you more than you think.”

Riya didn't understand what the Swelling Daughter meant, but when he looked back, many golden pupils emerged from the mist and they just looked at Riya.

At a certain moment, they turned into a pure black figure. The mythical creature crawling on the ground opened its golden eyes and looked at Riya devoutly and stubbornly. Then, it slowly stepped forward with its claws and walked towards Riya.

"Swar..."

Riya muttered to herself, but saw that the body of the mythical creature was twisted as if it had malfunctioned as it approached. Its appearance was constantly being pulled and became increasingly hideous.

Then, He appeared.

Riya saw a highly polluted black fog compressed in a pitch-black unknown object. The deep black covered the surface of the black fog like cloth, just like a misty person wearing a strange cloak.

At the tail of the cloak, tentacles covered with golden eyes swayed irregularly, and from time to time they were powdered into new mist and then solidified into tentacles again.

Riya recognized that this thing was Swar, but it really didn't look like Swar. Now this thing undoubtedly gave people a strange and frightening feeling.

"you--"

【…】

The mythical creature said nothing, but silently stretched out his hand towards the person in front of him, if that could still be called a hand.

He was quiet and patient.

As Riya was looking at Him, the contamination on the surface of his body suddenly intensified. Soon he could no longer stand up and crawled weakly on the ground, watching the flesh on the surface of his body turn further black.

The swollen girl's eyes were still full of laughter: "This is the suggestion I gave. Of course, it is also an option."

"For people with Meme Level 3, if you advance further, you will face the difficulty of completely leaving the human category. If you make this choice, your only path will be to become a mythical creature, and you will no longer retain any humanity."

"This is the path that the Master has long paved for you. His countless [eyes] have watched you take each step forward, without going against His will in the slightest.

Next you will fight against the Death Knight, witness the resurrection of the Shining Sun and the Gods, and then fight against them until the threat of the Outer Gods is eliminated." "But have you ever thought about what happens next?"

"Why would Nyarlathotep do this? What good would it do to Him?"

At this point, the Swelling Girl couldn't help but sigh: "We are all poor pawns fooled by fate."

"The so-called truth is a curse. Some things cannot be faced by an individual. For example, why does life lose a lot of humanity almost from Meme 2 and are called mythical creatures? Another example is why the old gods have been sleeping for so long, but no angel from Meme 1 has been promoted to a new god."

"Is it really true that they cannot obtain godhood?"

Looking up at the extraordinary creatures wriggling on the ground and the mythical creatures in front of the extraordinary creatures, the swollen girl finally couldn't help laughing wildly, but there was a hint of misery in her laughter.

"You have all been deceived. Chaofan is a complete scam."

He walked up to Riya.

"You have two choices now. I can find a way to get you back to your original world. The time and space there will be fixed. You will never experience the distortion of the extraordinary again, and you don't have to worry about any extraordinary infiltration.

You will see your original friends, parents, and relatives in your original world, and they will grow old, get sick, and die like normal people."

Having said this, He slightly turned his head and dodged the sudden attack from the mythical creature: "Of course, you have a second choice."

"Accept the help of the mythical creature in front of you, accept the truth, and accept your fate as a chess piece."

"What will you choose, Lia Kercha?"

Riya looked at the mythical creature in front of her. Although He no longer looked like the former Schwarz, and was completely different from the Schwarz she knew, Riya still stretched out a whisker and approached Him.

The fleshy tendril slowly approached the "hand" of the mythical creature, until finally, the five fingers of the mythical creature closed together and pulled him up from the ground.

It was also at this moment that those wriggling flesh whiskers were completely blended into the black mist, and they became indistinguishable from each other. The young man's body reappeared and was then shrouded in a cloak covered with golden pupils and surging black mist. A wide hood covered the upper half of his face, and a huge golden eye pattern appeared on the top of it.

"I would rather be a pawn for the truth than live in stupid ignorance."

“But can a chess player really have full control over the chess pieces?”

Riya stretched out her hand, and her palm and arm were black like the starry sky, as if there were real stars in them.

He turned to look at the swollen girl and said, "I accept the truth, no matter the cost."

The Swelling Girl was stunned for a moment, then she smiled wildly: "That's really... praise for trade. I respect and praise all your choices, my great Lord of Trade."

"You don't even understand what your actions mean, nor do you understand the true identity of the mythical creature, but you still did it - accepting it and coexisting with it amid countless people's warnings."

"so what?"

so what……

Riya said it lightly, as if she was talking about an insignificant matter.

“I have no sense of security in my anchor point, and I easily worry about gains and losses. Several independent experiments have ultimately ended in failure.”

"A parasite cannot survive without a host."

"It can't survive without me."

(End of this chapter)