They all call me an Outer God.

"How can I continue my business with you if this continues? This is different from what we agreed upon in the beginning."

"Forget it. Asking a bunch of lunatics to follow the rules is undoubtedly the stupidest thing to do."

Sofia lowered her eyes and looked at the pile of gold coins on the ground, then stepped over it as if it was some garbage.

As his vision turned, the pure gold floor, tables, chairs, and beds came into view, and there was another tall man standing at the door.

The man was wearing sunglasses, a black suit, and a red bow tie tied neatly. At this moment, he stood there straight with an expressionless face.

"Triston." Sofia sat back in her seat and took out a cigarette. The man named Triston immediately took out a lighter and walked up to him to light it for him.

"Boss."

"It seems that our original deal with those lunatics did not include this."

"I understand."

The man lowered his voice and then closed the metal lid of the lighter with a "snap". The smooth metal surface reflected the conversation between the two.

The Black Hand had done some deals with the Hephisgetus before, where they provided the supply of clones for Hephisgetus to transform into, and these supplies were divided into different price levels according to their quality.

For example, the price of a superhuman is much higher than that of an ordinary person, and the higher the meme level of a superhuman, the higher the value of his intelligence.

They provide intelligence and promote the development of White Masks, but the price is that Hephisgetus cannot interfere with the operation of Black Hand and cannot take action against members of Black Hand. Otherwise, the people of Black Hand can easily make them chaotic by any means.

For black marketeers, although the Hephisgetus seem difficult to control, that is ultimately because they do not control their real needs.

These lunatics have only one real need.

That is to control the ultimate truth, obtain all the facts related to the Outer Gods lurking in chaos, and then kill Him to gain true freedom.

All this seemed absurd, but Sofia respected their ideas and even sent people to explore the tombs of the pharaohs in the pyramids across the country, looking for clues related to the crawling chaos and then selling them to that group of people.

This is how it should be. The Black Hand and Hephisgetu have a vested interest in each other and should not interfere with each other.

However, they were the first to cross the line.

"The contract of the black marketeer cannot be violated. Is there someone who offers a higher price than us, so high that they are willing to do so even if they suffer backlash?"

Sofia picked up the wine glass on the mahogany table and shook it for a moment. Gem-like pure red wine automatically flowed out of it, sparkling like bright stars under the light.

Triston's attitude became even more humble. He bowed to the leader and walked towards the door. The next moment, he walked straight through the door and reached the other side.

Then not long after, the man came back with a piece of paper in his hand.

"First, sir..."

"What's wrong? Hemming and hawing is not like you."

"I found this outside and it was posted on the door."

As he spoke, the tall man handed the thing in his hand to Sofia. Sofia took it and then found that it was actually a wanted warrant.

It was his own wanted warrant, with the wanted numbers being 1-9999, 99, 99, 99.

Infinitely close to 10 billion.

However, this is actually a very common number trap. The numbers obtained appear to be random, but usually black marketeers prefer to offer the lowest price in order to taunt those who do business with them in order to maximize their own profits.

It's like there are ninety-nine grand prizes and one thank you for your patronage on a lottery wheel. People will never think that they are the worst off one, but the probability of that thank you for your patronage appearing is as high as 100%.

"So, someone spent a gold coin to arrest me?"

"Wait... there seem to be some characters in the lower right corner of this one."

Sofia took out a magnifying glass and looked at it for a moment before she saw that it was a Swarovski International logo that was so small it couldn't be any smaller.

In other words, the person who issued the wanted order was seeking the Black Hand's feared underworld boss for the price of one Swal.

Sofia couldn't help laughing now: "It turns out that I am worth one schwar."

The tone did not sound angry, but rather joyful. This scene left Triston confused. According to him, anyone who found such a wanted order would be angry, let alone Sofia, the leader of the Black Hand. However, Sofia was just laughing there alone, and she didn't forget to smoke after laughing.

The gray smoke blurred his face: "Triston, so you still have a lot to learn."

"Appreciate further details."

"For black traders, what matters is not the amount of money, but the [black heart] and [business] [trade] itself. To be honest, I can still afford a few hundred million gold coins, and tens or hundreds of billions can be collected without any effort, but the premise is to see whether the things being exchanged are of that value."

"So, do you think a swar is worth anything?"

"Have."

Sofia continued to smile: "The point is not the Svalbard, but the person behind it... Triston, have you heard of the doomsday prophecy?"

As someone who had done some business with Hephisgetu, Sofia naturally knew something about those people's intentions.

The awakening of the shining sun will bring disaster, the gods will revive, and the stars will return to their positions, but this is only the beginning.

Among the stars, there exists an Outer God, known as the Star of Judgment and the Star of Disaster. Many extraordinary people have heard of His name more or less in the process of studying the end of the world. Some have even speculated whether that Outer God is the Shining Sun itself.

The Outer God Ghroth.

His awakening will disturb the master sleeping in the Supreme Dark Court. At that time, truly indescribable horrific destruction will befall the edges of all universes.

In order to curb his awakening, Nyarlathotep decided to fight poison with poison. The three pillars of creation jointly created a godhead to accommodate the souls of all things. The one who survived and took the dominant position would be the target of special attention.

The godhead will devour the Judgment Star before it rings the death knell. After ascending to the throne, it will be responsible for guarding and suppressing the sleeping Supreme God, becoming the real seal.

These are the truths that Sofia obtained from the Hephaestus at a great cost. They said that the god had created a kind of trade authority for himself, calling himself the Lord of Trade. Now he is the agent of money and transactions, and the patron saint of black businessmen.

"But even so, it's still far from a [meme]. We should at least see him become a [meme] of black businessmen. Isn't it time to change the image on the meme card?"

"Sofia, you have to help him. It's impossible for one person to touch the edge of the meme by just groping around. What's more, he no longer considers himself a human being." (End of this chapter)