They all call me an Outer God.

It was obvious that he was asking the question seriously.

Kraden also found Ria inexplicable, but after experiencing the torture of Sofia, he felt that people with high meme levels were probably like this, talking nonsense every day, so he could just treat them as unreasonable old people.

"You ask me if the world still needs to exist? Of course it does. Plants can't die just because they experience a storm. If the sky collapses, there will still be something tall to hold it up."

"Look at me. I used to be a gambler. I didn't do anything illegal. I had a wife and kids at home. Did I want to gamble? It was because I had no money, so I had to rely on these to change my life. Then I won a lot of money and bought them food, shelter, clothes and other things.

Later, when I got a pollution disease, they didn't look down on me. They avoided the people from the Order Association every day and thought of ways to treat me.

Do you think I can abandon them? Everyone has people or things they love. These are the pillars of our souls. Only with these can we be called human beings.

I am afraid of death and I am an insignificant little character. I feel that if the sky falls, there is someone taller to support it. But if that day really comes, I will protect them without hesitation, because to my family, I am the tallest one..."

Kraden seemed to be reminiscing. He took out a pocket watch from his pocket, which contained photos of his wife and children.

In it, a not-so-pretty woman and a not-so-pretty child smiled brightly, holding a black and white puppy and making a "yeah" gesture towards the camera. Although it was ordinary, it was precious.

Liya also looked at Little Shival: "Spiritual support?"

Remembering these things is enough to maintain humanity and be called a human being, but what if one day...

He will forget.

He will merge the godhead and become the Origin. No, it is better to say that there will be a battle between him and the Origin in the end. Either he will die or the Origin will die, and both will lead to the same ending.

How can we break this deadlock?

Riya did not like the feeling of being arranged clearly like a puppet or a chess piece. Invisibly, too many threads had been added to his body, penetrating into his bones and soul, deeply entangled with them, and could not be separated.

And the one pulling the strings behind the scenes is neither the Old One nor the Outer God.

It's the script of destiny.

Being able to survive among so many souls and become the only "one in power" is Ria's misfortune, but also an incomparable advantage.

In the past, he didn't like to think about why it was him, but now, he had to take a good look at his own uniqueness.

why me?
Why does it have to be me?
Is it possible except for me?

How am I different from others?

Riya turned his head and looked at little Shival. The identity of this mythical creature was undoubtedly special, and it could descend from the starry sky the moment it sensed his breath.

At that time, Leah had just crawled out of the grave and the red moon was shining high in the sky. According to what the Red Moon said later, His appearance was to stop little Schwal from rushing towards the Blue Star, which is the new Earth.

After arriving, Sval changed his appearance, was born from the twisted flesh and blood of a supernatural creature, and then could not wait to entangle Leah.

Riya is related to the godhead, and Shival has been looking for Riya from the beginning, so what is the connection between Shival and the Origin?

In a trance, an elusive light seemed to flash across Riya's mind. He felt that he was about to discover something extraordinary. Perhaps Hongyue herself knew the real answer.

But the next second, little Schwarz suddenly stretched out his claws and covered his eyes.

"Goo-"

The real Riya no longer exists, and his current body comes from the divine nature, but even so, the mythical creature can still sense what Riya is worried about. He subconsciously fears forgetting, and forgetting is the most terrifying thing.

Shival will not let Ria forget him. Even if Ria forgets him, he will go to show his presence and make him recognize him again. It doesn't matter how many times this step is repeated. Anyway, little Shival has lived for a long time and he doesn't care about time.

It will always be with him.

As for the enemies... wherever the Lord of Trade's sword points, there are his enemies.

"Cuckoo!"

Little Shival flapped his wings and called out twice. Leah reached out and patted his head gently: "One day, sooner or later, I will know the truth, but before that--"

Lia looked at Kraden again and said seriously, "This world cannot be destroyed just like this."

"Oh..." Kraden felt that Leah's words were incomprehensible, and he had no idea that his words just now affected the fate of existing human beings.

In the following time, Riya seemed to have figured it out, and squandered her savings without caring whether the gains were equal to the efforts, and she no longer thought about how to create higher value for herself.

He was just consuming purely, spending money to buy himself happiness, but the price of this happiness was very heavy.

Memetic contamination.

Kraden watched helplessly as countless densely packed eyes appeared on Leah's skin. Those eyes moved around strangely and wildly, and even began to bulge out and were about to turn into eyeballs and fall off.

Riya herself remained calm, raised her glass to the waiter in front of her with a smile, and was as calm as a black fox at ease.

This little bit of pollution is nothing. If we can’t even resist the most common memetic pollution, how can we fight against the doomsday?

If he can change the influence of pollution on Kraden, then he can change his own.

It's just money, he doesn't care -

Riya tried hard to fight against the memetic pollution, and Kraden watched helplessly as more and more eyes appeared on Riya's body. The light became stronger and stronger, and the rich golden light gathered in one place. The black tentacles in the young man's shadow were extremely hideous, which made Kraden terrified.

"Lord Kelcha, please stop forcing yourself. You really can't force yourself to do this!"

"Can't you come?"

Riya opened her eyes with difficulty, and double pupils appeared in the whites of her eyes.

He showed a slightly nervous smile, but his voice was as calm as always: "How can I not force myself? The god in charge of trade and gold is the master of trade and gold. I control them, not them controlling me."

"No one has the right to bargain with me when it comes to money, not even money itself."

Yes, even money itself is not qualified to influence the Lord of Trade.

The strong emotions he exuded made his own pollution worse. At that moment, the waiters seemed to be dying and frantically demanded wealth from all parties, and ordinary people became extremely generous and gave away all their money.

Because at this moment, everyone is clear about one thing.

The main course is coming.

(End of this chapter)