They all call me an Outer God.

Lilith seemed to have thought of something horrible, and her skin turned paler. Then she put down the cup and stopped talking to Leah.

"Your clone invited me here, saying that you have something important to give me. Could this also be a trap?"

"No, it's a deal."

"I don't trust you."

Lilith suddenly became indifferent. She stood up, like a poisonous rose covered with thorns, deadly and dangerous: "How can I prove that you are not a trick of the Daughter of Swelling, or how can I believe that you are not another Hephaestus?"

Riya was stunned, and then she realized that there was probably another poor person who was persecuted and needed to join the Hefeisgetu Victims Alliance or the Anti-Hefeisgetu Association.

He didn't know what Lilith had been going through during this period, but it shouldn't be difficult to imagine.

So, should he be glad that he is not the only victim?

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, Miss Lilith. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to tell you even more unfortunate news next..."

Having said this, his voice suddenly became neutral, and then turned gentle. His pupils turned into needles, and his body shape quickly twisted, becoming slender and plump.

The clothes also changed accordingly. The woman's thighs were gently crossed over the other thigh. A folding fan opened in her hand with a "swish", covering the lower half of her face. Her eyes were cold yet full of temptation.

As soon as she saw those eyes, Lilith felt as if all the hairs on her body were about to explode. She almost immediately activated her teleportation ability and tried to escape. However, the next second she saw Ria sitting in her seat still savoring the black coffee without any sugar.

There was no swollen girl. The scene just now seemed like an illusion.

Leah looked up at Him: "What's wrong, Miss Lilith?"

"you……"

Lilith became extremely alert. She was ready to escape at any time, but she never expected Leah to laugh like that.

He was like a child who had succeeded in a prank: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to scare people like this, and I think it's fun. If you often deal with Hephisgetus, you can probably understand why they find people to have fun with every day."

"Don't make the atmosphere too tense. The life of a superhuman is already hard enough. If we have to keep a straight face all day, I think everyone will go crazy."

"What a bad taste, it's not funny at all."

Lilith fell silent, obviously not quite understanding the person's thinking. However, when she saw Leah take out a piece of manuscript paper, she sat back in her original seat and gave her own suggestions.

"I have also heard about how you were harmed by that group of people. If you need, we can work together to eradicate them."

"eradicate?"

Liya shook her head. "It's impossible. We can't kill them. As long as there is one of their clones left, they will continue to breed more clones. Moreover, their existence is reasonable. Those people can serve as free labor. It's a waste if we don't use them."

"Let's put these aside for now, Miss Lilith, you should know the purpose of my invitation to you."

"Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't have risked coming here alone. Tell me, Lord of Trade, what do I need in exchange for the sixth copy of the Apocalypse?"

His words were quite direct, and he even puffed out his chest to hint at something, but Leah was not moved by it, which made Lilith doubt his orientation.

"You don't... like women, do you?"

"In this gender-diverse country, how do you define being a woman? Just like I define my gender as money, we should always respect more diverse hobbies and freedoms."

"If I have to say, I don't like people."

"..." Lilith was stunned by Riya's answer to the question, and she didn't know whether he was joking or answering seriously.

While He was still pondering these difficult questions, Lia spoke again: "If you want to exchange the sixth volume rubbings from me, there are only three conditions." "First, I don't care what anyone does with these things, but I will prevent the consequences you cause. All of this is for my own interpretation, so I hope you won't interfere with me too much."

"Second, don't tell anyone what happened today."

"Third..." Liya paused when she said this, "I want the name of the representative of the black meme."

"That's all?" Lilith was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Leah's request was so simple, and she didn't intend to stop Fengru.

Not to mention the third one.

"You know it all?"

"Yes, to achieve Meme Zero one must always be hostile to memes. If you don't continue to advance, doesn't it mean you don't want to fight against the Mother Goddess?"

"Things are not that simple..."

Lilith shook her head, took the rubbing from Leah's hand, and then remained silent for a long time.

It was so long that Leah thought He had become a wax figure. Lilith finally spoke slowly: "You may think that we are all fake angels, but if I tell you that we are all real, how will you respond?"

"Everyone in the world can think we are imitations, but you can't. Please remember one thing, we are the real meme angels."

"We are angels."

He spoke very seriously, which made Leah puzzled, but there was no way to answer the puzzle.

"As for the Black Merchant Meme, He is a great being among the stars. For some reason, I cannot pronounce His name, but after gathering and devouring all of Famine's clones, you will know the answer you are looking for."

"Next, we just need to fulfill our responsibilities during the famine."

His words were gentle, and seemed a little melancholy.

"I believe we will see each other again soon."

Having said that, Lilith turned and left with the things she had exchanged, while Riya stayed there, thinking.

The Famine clone on the table had begun to tremble all over. He probably felt that he had heard so much news that he shouldn't have heard, and that he would definitely be killed next.

Even if Leah didn't kill him, he still felt that he might as well die than to be in his current state.

Seeing that he seemed to have something to say but was hesitant, Riya comforted the man and told him to say whatever he wanted to say. He now had the power of Famine, so the two of them naturally didn't need to be so unfamiliar with each other.

"Then... I'll just say it straight."

The man's skin turned visibly red.

"I."

"I seem--"

"pregnant."

puff!
Riya almost spit out the coffee he had just taken. He choked and coughed for a long time, and finally managed to utter a word.

"Congratulations?"

(End of this chapter)