They all call me an Outer God.

Liana's right hand, wearing a black leather glove, slowly stroked the handle of the metal cane, wiping off the dust on its surface with the leather.

At this time, the Gate of Greed automatically opened in front of them. Looking from the outside, the inside was covered by a barrier and nothing could be seen clearly.

The two of them walked in one after another, and the door closed automatically with a creaky sound.

[Gate of Greed clearance conditions: Earn 10 billion in one hour, any method is acceptable]

[Show your suppressed greed]

Riya heard the message conveyed by the mysterious object, but at the same time, he also heard even stranger sounds.

The voice was still very similar to his own, but the corresponding emotion was missing.

"Assume you're dead."

"A monster can take on your appearance, imitate your voice, your thoughts, and inherit your memories and lifestyle...

So, are you willing to admit that this monster is you?"

Liya remained calm and said, "You don't have to assume. I know why you are being sarcastic."

"Ah."

There was a meaningful sneer from the other side, and then there was no movement.

At the same time, the darkness in front of Riya's eyes disappeared completely, and the golden light made him squint his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had turned into a casino full of extravagance and decadence.

The dazzling crystal chandeliers hang high, illuminating the entire space like daylight. The magnificent decorations are dazzling, and the air is filled with the faint scent of perfume and tobacco, interweaving into an indescribable eerie atmosphere.

Next to the gambling table, various lights are flashing and gamblers gather together. Every bet is accompanied by a nervous and excited heartbeat, as if the peak and trough of life are being played out every second.

Money flows like water and desire is in the air.

"In a casino, there is a chance to make a lot of money, but if you are not careful, you may lose your life."

Riya looked around and became very interested in the place.

No black businessman can resist the casino as a place.

Just as he was still thinking about where he was going to make his first pot of gold, Sophia, who was wearing a dark red suit and a blue silk tie with white stripes, noticed their arrival at the front counter of the bar, then walked over with a wine glass in her hand and extended her hand to Riya.

"Welcome, Lord Kelcha. I knew you would be able to get here."

This person is the real Sofia, not a memory or a projection. He seems to have been waiting here for a long time. It is unclear whether he has seen the contents behind the six doors before.

"Nice to meet you."

Although Ria wanted to kill him, she still had to put on a show, so the two shook hands peacefully, like the closest of business partners, little knowing that underneath the hypocritical masks of both sides was a strong malice that wished to kill the other.

"Mr. Kelcha, are you satisfied with the scenes behind the six doors?"

"Satisfied, how could I not be satisfied? Mr. Sofia, you are much more unrestrained than you appear."

Riya hinted at something, and when she felt the veins bulging on the other person's forehead, her eyes were filled with a malicious and mocking amusement.

"Let's be frank. Since it's your real body that appears here, it will be easy to deal with." After letting go of the other person's hand, Riya took out a tissue and wiped his gloves, then threw the tissue directly on the ground and let it combust into ashes.

"I don't care what you want to do, but you're really greedy for dragging us into your meme-enacting ritual."

"How could that be? Isn't it the nature of capitalists to be ambitious and have unrealistic pursuits? I don't think there is anything wrong with that. And you are so smart that you must have guessed that since my real body appeared here, the Sofia you saw outside before couldn't be me."

"Permande?"

Riya pronounced the name slowly.

Sofia sneered, "Yes, Permande, an ambitious man who dared to betray the entire Secret Keeper Organization. Since he took over my body, I have not had a good day.

Isn't it ridiculous that this person has taken over my identity, perfectly imitated my every move in front of others, until he finally became me, and now he is going to perform the ritual on my behalf? "

"Sir Kercha, in the final analysis, we are all on the same side. Rather than you and I being enemies, I still hope that we can join forces to fight against Permande."

"There are no eternal friends or enemies, only eternal interests. Since cooperation is the best way to maximize our mutual interests, I believe that with your perspective, you will not put on that expression that looks like you want to kill me. What do you think?"

Leah: “I don’t trust you.”

"That kind of thing doesn't matter. There is no need for trust between extraordinary people. You just need to do your best with me to destroy Permande's advancement ceremony."

Sofia conjured up a piece of parchment half a person's height out of thin air, and dark lines traced themselves out as he spoke.

"On each meme's path, there will only be three angels at the same time, that is, Meme One. If the people below want to be promoted, they must kill one of them and devour its soul and ability to strengthen themselves. Otherwise, no matter how hard they try, they will never become a real angel."

Three eyeballs with three pairs of wings were outlined on the parchment, and below them there was a black man holding a sword towards them and piercing one of them.

Then, a sacrificial formation appeared under the feet of the little man.

"Because of the Devouring Angel, this person will be watched by the Great Existence Meme itself and the other two angels. It is not easy to perform a meme under their watchful eyes. If you are not careful, you will die suddenly due to various factors."

“Death is inevitable and necessary.”

Countless blood-red eyes appeared above the head of the little man on the parchment, and the little man began to perform hard, trying to please them, but the other party was completely indifferent.

So the little man turned into a wriggling pool of blood on the spot.

"But if it succeeds—"

There was new movement in the pool of blood, and the little man emerged from it again, with three pairs of wings extending from his back, joining the ranks of the angels.

"A new angel will be born."

"Sir Kelcha, I heard that you were investigating the black market meme. Isn't Permande's meme performance a great opportunity? His performance will attract the attention of that person, and you can also take this opportunity to get a good look at what your future enemy looks like."

"Memes are our common enemy. If you want to become a god, you must replace the representative of the main meme. This is difficult, but it is not impossible."

"This little secret can be regarded as my sincerity in cooperating with you——"

"Legend has it that the sun is a lie."

(End of this chapter)