They all call me an Outer God.

God's clones gathered together to rebel against the clones on the other side, and even led their own camps to fight.

The consciousness of the "Creator" continued to enjoy the farce created by itself. He watched his own clones killing each other, and gradually developed a rebellious consciousness that noticed the existence of the original body, clamoring for freedom and against slavery.

They wanted to kill Him.

"That's kind of fun."

The "Creator" spares no effort to continue projecting his "shadow" into the world.

Dark dweller, night demon, black pharaoh, faceless god, swollen girl...

One can see His presence in almost all chaotic places; He is everywhere.

The first Pharaoh was He, the second Pharaoh was He, the third, fourth, and even fifth generations were all He.

He gives birth to himself, he resurrects himself, he pleases himself.

Then He was killed.

【Card! 】

The "script" of the first act ended here. The narrator handed a bottle of water to Riya. Riya remained in his posture, staring at the pitifully small bottle of water in front of him and fell into silence.

He couldn't drink water. Facing a strange body, he couldn't even find its mouth.

[It's halftime now, my friend, do you have any questions for me? ]

"Have."

Leah gave an affirmative answer: "My noble being, since you have shown me all this, you should have expected what questions I would ask."

[Of course I know. You want to ask me why I put so many clones in front of you. What is the relationship between you and them? Are you also one of those creations?]

[Hey, do you want to know the answer to this question? Are you sure you want to know? ]

"Yes."

[Well then, my friend, since I am a God who keeps his promises, the answer to the question that has been bothering you for so long is...]

【It doesn’t matter at all! 】

[Do you know that I actually picked you up from the sewer. It was a rainy day. The sky was dark and the rain was heavy.]

Leah: “……?”

[Originally, I was collecting souls in different time and space in the world for a certain matter, and then I found a poor wretch who had fallen into the sewer, so I picked you up. Who could have imagined that such an unintentional act would lead to such an unexpected result]

Hearing this answer, Riya was silent at first, and then she intuitively felt that the voice was concealing the truth to some extent.

His answer seemed to be completely true, but telling only half the truth was also a lie.

The lurking chaos is best at fooling the world.

His voice continues.

[To be honest, I wish you were my creation, so that I wouldn't have to spend so much effort and could control you completely like a chess piece.]

[But it seems that you don't trust me at the moment, and there is still a sad gap between us]

His teasing voice paused slightly, as if he felt a little regretful about not being able to completely control Leah.

"So, every one of your clones is under your control?"

[Of course, the relationship between us is similar to that between a puppeteer and his puppets. Do you understand this? ]

[While I was sleeping, the puppeteer's strings loosened, giving the puppets a chance to move freely, but in the end they were just puppets and chess pieces, and they would never get the freedom they really wanted.]

"What about me?" Leah suddenly asked.

[You won’t either. You shouldn’t even pity them because you are not qualified, and they are even less qualified to be pitied by you.]

[You don’t need to compare yourself with those clones. At least compared to them, you are independent at this moment.]

Fuxing Hun Dun seemed to see that Liya still didn't believe in evil, so he threw him into the shadow of the past and let him search for "himself" at will.

Their time is long enough, and the compressed time is thousands of years.

And Ria kept searching for himself during this time, but in the end he didn't find any trace of his own existence, so the answer was obvious.

He was not a creature created by Nyarlathotep, nor was he the one who shared the same godhead with him.

Riya never believed in probability. Among so many souls, she was the only one least likely to survive.

After receiving a negative answer from the gods, Riya gradually became uneasy, as if the only answer was also going to abandon him.

Gradually, Riya transformed back into his original body. He began to search for himself while making predictions and performing the act in the trajectory of fate.

The narration told him, like a qualified teacher, how a prophet should act. Predictions are never confined to the future, but can cover all time.

[You can predict "keywords" in the world, and it will instantly search for the best answer for you like a program]

“Isn’t that a bit too smart?”

[The extraordinary also needs to keep pace with the times, my friend, in the future time and space, who can guarantee that we will not experience the pain and weakness of flesh and blood, and mechanical ascension? Now tell me, my friend, what do you want to search for? ]

"Self, I want to search for myself."

[Ah, this is the most difficult part of the prophecy. It is difficult for a prophet to predict everything about himself, but I predict that you will become the best prophet.]

[Now let's try the simplest part, such as predicting my complete prayer and summoning part of my body]

"Prophetic prayer?"

[The key point is the inspiration part. The inspiration of extraordinary people is more important than anything else. Everything will be easy if you rely on intuition.]

[But be careful, don't anticipate situations that you shouldn't anticipate]

Nyarlathotep seemed to have discovered that Leah needed his prayers, but his prayers were too scattered, with the letters hidden everywhere and cut into different languages, making it difficult to predict.

The Prowling Chaos placed Liyan in an open space, gave him a piece of parchment and a pen, and asked him to use inspiration to search for words.

So Riya thought again and again, wrote down twenty-six letters and seventy-eight symbols in a circle on the paper, and then transformed a pendulum and placed it in the center.

【Close your eyes and trust your inspiration and intuition】

Riya did as he was told, and the pendulum in his hand began to shake gradually, turning clockwise, and finally pointed to the direction of a letter, and Riya quickly picked up the pen to record the letter.

[Great, you learn quickly! Now let’s predict the second one]

Riya continued to chant in her mind what she wanted to search for, and then continued to predict as the letters and symbols on the paper continued to overlap.

It was also during the flattery of Fu Xing Hun Dun that—

"boom!"

His head exploded.

With a "thump", Riya's body fell to the ground, and her brain mixed with the golden debris slowly flowed out of her shattered skull, while the voice of the Crawling Chaos also burst into an unprecedented laughter at this time. [Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha]

He kept laughing, and Leah stretched out her hand, somewhat puzzled.

"Is it really that funny?"

【funny……】

[Wait, you’re not dead. You’re still alive and can talk. This is so interesting. I’m a little reluctant to let you go back.]

[Can you stay here with me forever? ]

Riya didn't reply, instead focusing on patching up her head.

[If you ask me, you don't have to perform the main meme of the black marketeer anymore. You can just abandon that meme and choose the more authoritative crow. Believe me, I can protect you all the way to demigod, and I won't let you suffer at all during the process.]

"No thanks."

Riya sat up again, speechless as she looked at her head which was gradually being repaired by the grey tentacles.

He was so blown away by Naya's prank. If he really believed in His words and abandoned the main meme he had worked so hard to obtain, he might not even know how he died.

There is a reason why this person is called "Chaos". You never know what earth-shattering thing he will do next.

But the method of precognition taught by Him was quite useful. He could not blame others for his explosion. Predicting everything related to higher-dimensional existence was an extremely dangerous thing.

It is like a person who has no way to enter the library, but wants to use some means to obtain the knowledge inside.

The prophet's method is to create a key to open everything out of thin air.

[Go ahead, we have plenty of time, I will wait until you have fully predicted my prayer]

[During this period, you can also exercise your own inspiration]

[Inspiration is very important to extraordinary people, but opportunities to enhance it are rare]

The life of the Crawling Chaos is almost endless. He will not miss any opportunity to have fun and is filled with terrifyingly high interest and patience for any fun.

Riya wanted to say that she didn't have much time, but after thinking about it, she gave up the idea.

He can easily delay one minute to thousands of years. It can only be said that he is worthy of being one of the three pillars of creation.

He stretched out his hand, stuffed the last tentacle back into his head, raised the pendulum again and began to consume his inspiration. Naya said that he should just treat it as a game. When his head exploded, it meant that his inspiration had been cleared, and when he recovered, the threshold of his inspiration would also increase.

Little Shival has been very quiet during this period. Perhaps it is not that it does not want to come out, but it is blocked by divine power and cannot appear.

Nyarlathotep probably would not have been happy to see it.

Riya took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

In his subsequent perception, he had blurred the boundaries of time. He only knew that he had been repeating the same thing, with that name engraved in his mind, constantly deducing, constantly consuming inspiration, constantly exploding and constantly healing.

This process is of course painful and tormenting. The fatigue and torture it brings not only affect the body, but more directly the mind.

"boom!"

"boom!!"

"boom!!!"

After she exploded and healed herself for who knows how many times, Ria's face became paler and paler. At this moment, the voice finally showed mercy.

[Take a break. We have plenty of time. There’s no need to work so hard.]

[Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? I'll catch my clone for you to eat.]

"..."

[Ha, just kidding]

Naya created many kinds of food on the spot, with different flavors, from different countries and even from different time and space. These mountains of food covered an area as large as a football field.

Riya opened his eyes and looked back, obviously shocked by so much food, but he quickly came to his senses, stretched out a tentacle from the shadows to grab a piece of bread, and then ate while sorting out the content of the prayer he had received so far.

"The source of billions of madness and disorder, the creeping lord of chaos, the lord of mischief..."

The content of the latter part is still blank, but Nyarlathotep still expressed high praise for the achievements he has made so far.

[It has only been a few months, and you have been able to collect so many correct prayers. You should know that my prayers have been lost for a long time due to too many clones.

Most prophets will only spend years or even decades doing useless work, and then have the bad luck to predict the prayer words of one of my incarnations.

[As expected of a soul that can survive to the end in the Godhead, with such talent, I believe it won’t be long before you achieve Meme Zero]

Leah stuffed the last bite of bread into her mouth: "So I will go to the worst ending at meme zero and become a tool to maintain the balance of the world?"

He asked this question very calmly, as if he didn't care about the result at all, but Naya could still feel that Riya was looking forward to his answer.

[You shouldn't ask me this question. What the prophet predicted might be just one of many possible outcomes. The creature next to you has already rejected this option for you, so the outcome can only be a good one.]

[Of course, it might be worse than before—]

Naya drew out his voice with a sense of evil humor, and Riya nodded. In the following time, he was no longer obsessed with talking to Him, but immersed in the process of consuming inspiration and constantly replenishing it.

As his inspiration greatly increased, he could hear more sounds in the past, present and future, and all the scenes in front of him became unreal.

Riya reached out to a stone and pushed it gently, and found that countless horizontal and vertical lines seemed to appear on the stone. As the lines were pushed, the shape of the stone was easily changed.

“It’s like changing the model after you’ve modeled it.”

Riya was somewhat surprised at this ability, but Naya suddenly spoke at this moment.

He told him.

[The stronger the inspiration, the more you can see the essence of everything. You can now find that this space and the past scenes are false products reproduced by me, and can affect the scenes and life in it]

【Why not try to copy a stone? 】

"copy?"

Riya stared at the stone with lines on it, and for a moment she didn't know how to copy it. After all, even trading authority was essentially an exchange, and it was impossible to copy an identical product out of thin air.

Otherwise, Riya would have taken on the duties of the coin-minting machine himself.

"How can I copy it? Even if I want to model it, I need to pull out a basic model in advance."

Riya stared at the stone and thought for a moment.

Wait, modeling, basic model?

He stretched out his hand to pull the original stone, and then forcibly stretched it a section from the top.

(End of this chapter)