They all call me an Outer God.

This is so sad.

【Do you want to live? 】

An unknown voice came.

"I thought, I can't just die like this, I still have things to do."

[Everyone has something they want to do, this argument is invalid - what do you want to do? ]

"I want to find Shival, and then rewrite the fate of the world and make everything return to normal."

[It sounds difficult, you know the prerequisites for all this, right? ]

"know."

【Aren't you afraid? 】

[You will lose your self and become a mythical creature that is no different from a machine, without any thoughts or perceptions. All of this is more terrifying than death.]

"How can I say I'm not afraid..." Riya smiled bitterly helplessly.

"But these are the best outcomes I could imagine."

Countless attempts, countless struggles, countless deductions, this is the only answer Ria can give.

【Is this your answer? 】

"Yes."

[Are you sure you want to give me this script? In exchange for you handing over the script, I can help eliminate this crisis, but it won't happen again.]

A sigh seemed to appear in the void, and Liya finally couldn't hold back her doubts: "Who are you?"

【I……】

It was hard to tell whether the voice was male or female, but the male part was larger and it didn't sound unpleasant.

[People call me the Crawling Chaos, the Messenger and Agent of the Outer Gods. You can also call me by my name - Nyarlathotep]

Nyarlathotep!?

Riya's eyes widened, she never expected to get such a reply.

People say that it was Naia who made him what he is today, and there have been many who believe that Riya herself is most likely a Hephaestgetu.

After all, Leah did easily accept the divinity of the Thousand-Faced God and accepted His prayers, which is not something that ordinary people or gods can do.

Moreover, Naya is also able to write past experiences and even memories for his clone.

This was the first time that Riya had spoken to the real Naa, and all the clones in the past had tried every means to separate themselves from Him.

Nyarlathotep's tone sounded much gentler and more polite than theirs, like that of a nobleman who was at ease.

【Riya Kercha】

Seeing that Leah hadn't spoken for a long time, Nyarlathotep called Leah's name in a deep and gentle voice.

[We don’t have much time, this may be the last time I ask you]

[Are you sure you want to carry out the script you just decided on? ]

He used the term “script.”

Before Liya could think more, she saw a piece of parchment appear in front of her, with a black pen floating next to it. It seemed that all she needed to do was write the words "I agree" on it, and all her problems would be solved.

no big deal.

Riya thought.

There won't be a better choice.

He reached out and grasped the fountain pen, the tip of the pen getting closer and closer to the parchment, and finally the ink fell -

Agree, this is the best ending and the only ending.

【I】

I object

When Ria saw clearly what appeared on the parchment, he was a little surprised, because those were not the words he wrote, but something that suddenly appeared in front of him, and was automatically generated without even the need for pen ink - I object.

And Naya's tone seemed to have some imperceptible subtle changes at this moment.

[I see. I didn’t expect this result to happen.]

[It seems that someone is not very satisfied with our meeting. Haha. I look forward to your next answer, Lia Kercha, if you have the opportunity to see me again.]

He did not get angry in the face of such an unexpected situation. Instead, He uttered a slight, gentle chuckle. Slowly, all the sounds disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

The last glimmer of hope disappeared.

But Riya maintained her original posture without moving, her mind full of questions.

The deal was cancelled, who? Who denied the deal on his behalf?
That was a deal made right under Nyarlathotep's eyes.

Riya looked up in a daze, and saw a pale look in his eyes.

After all, the Angel of Life's control over time is limited, and it is impossible to completely prevent the spread of the world-destroying explosion power.

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If nothing unexpected happens, the explosion here can even destroy more than fifteen surrounding planets.

The aftermath pollution can even cause the loss of all life on a planet within a radius of 70,000 light years, or cause the planet itself to mutate and produce extraordinary creatures.

At this time, teleportation can no longer put oneself in a safe situation, and the only option is to resist.

Even in the face of death, we must resist.

He opened his hands towards the sky, and a huge barrier gradually wrapped around him, and then the barrier continued to spread outwards.

"Not bad, you still know how to resist. I thought you were just standing there stupidly."

Gamildorn stood by and laughed at him, but judging by his shaking body, delaying the explosion was not easy.

This tone reminded Leah of James: "Mr. Angel, you don't like washing masks either, do you?"

"…Is this the right time to ask these questions? And what about washing the mask?! This is a genuine bird head! It's all natural and grown by myself!"

"Then why do you put a bird beak mask on top of the bird head? Will it make you look more handsome? Will anyone praise you for looking more handsome?"

"My pleasure!"

Gamildorn raised his head in disdain: "Kercha, you haven't changed your bad habit of talking too much."

This time it was James' voice.

Liya couldn't help but laugh. It was rare to find someone who could laugh in the face of such a disaster. "It's not bad to hear your voice at the end. Remember you still owe me so much money. If you are still alive, remember to pay me back."

"Huh!? When did I owe you money again?"

"Interest, interest on interest."

"Go to hell, Kercha, I hate you!"

"Oh, but you know what? You could have pushed me out of the barrier, and I'd have just gone poof."

Leah's words immediately made Gamildorn fall into silence. He stared at Leah for a moment, but finally did not choose to push him out.

But in times of life and death, people can't help but say things they've wanted to say for a long time.

"Kelcha."

He took a deep breath and said, "Actually, Permande is wrong. We have always wanted to save you more than anyone else."

"..."

"But you can see that no one can fight against the extraordinary. No one is an exception. Even the Creator cannot escape the fate of sleeping now."

Doctor Birdbeak closed his eyes behind his hood and said, "We were born from the consciousness of doctors all over the world. We spent countless time, energy and manpower, but in the end we only controlled some extraordinary people in our hands and let them do something meaningful.

To put it bluntly, it is like taking some mosquito samples from mosquitoes, modifying them, and allowing them to kill each other with their peers outside.

When the mosquitoes know too much and become uncontrollable, they will be killed. This is also tacitly approved by the Order Association. However, even if they allow it, they will not be able to resist killing mosquitoes when they see them. "

(End of this chapter)