They all call me an Outer God.

Then he cut off that piece of the model, placed it on the ground and shaped it according to the original shape of the stone.

"Trade a small section of the new model and copy the material and shape of the old model in exact proportion."

The moment his words fell, the rules came into effect.

Two identical stones appeared in the same place, and a small "initial model" covered with lines appeared in Riya's hand.

"It actually worked."

Riya looked at the two identical stones with her eyes slightly widened. At this moment, the sound of applause from a certain being appeared in her ears.

He seemed very pleased with Yuria's talent, just like watching a child he had personally nurtured grow up step by step.

[Congratulations, my friend, you have successfully copied a stone]

[You have learned the first step of creation]

[Next, every time you use your inspiration to create a new object, I will give you a letter from the prayer as feedback]

Nyarlathotep's tone was gentle.

How do you feel now?

"Dizzy, like something is tearing at my brain."

Riya answered truthfully. Actually, the feeling he described was still mild. In reality, Riya's head was not only dizzy, it was threatening to explode again at any moment.

"You have to concentrate completely to see the lines on an object, and copying them takes more away from your inspiration than I thought."

[Are you going to give up? ]

"Do not."

Leah shook her head firmly: "The more difficult the task, the more challenging it is to accomplish. It's just copying a few stones..."

Copy a few stones, from one to two, from two to three, and from three to everything.

The authority of creation came out of Leah's mouth, but it sounded so simple and easy.

He may not be aware that this ability is rare, let alone angel-level demigods, even among the gods of Meme Zero.

If they knew that a tiny Meme 2 actually controlled the power of creation, they would probably all fall into panic and would want to ignore all rules and bring down divine punishment to kill this person on the spot without leaving any trace.

Because this scene represents that humans are gradually becoming a threat to God.

Ants invented controlled nuclear fusion technology.

But Nyarlathotep, who personally guided and witnessed everything, did not think it was a terrible thing. He admired Leah's talent and wanted to see to what heights such a talent could be guided.

As for the life and death of the gods and their thoughts?
No one cares.

In the following time, Nyarlathotep step by step guided Leah to exhaust his inspiration for creation, and replenished it when his inspiration was infinitely close to zero.

If an ordinary person were to go through this mechanical process, he would definitely die on the spot. However, for Riya, who had little humanity, he didn't have any special feelings except that his head kept exploding.

But when his inspiration was consumed too much, he could always see seven huge eyes in his mind.

Those eyes seemed to want to say something to him, but every time Riya heard their voices, his head exploded with a "bang".

Naya would always wait patiently for Riya to recover, and if he was tired he would help him and speed up his recovery process.

As time went by, there were more and more stones in front of Riya, and his proficiency in creation continued to improve, from being unskilled at the beginning to 100% success.

This success rate was ultimately determined by an ant on the ground.

The creeping Hun Dun created an ant that could not be any smaller, and instructed Riya to create life according to life.

Compared with the huge size of the stone, the ant was indeed much lighter and smaller, but it was even when facing such an ant that Ria failed.

He saw the crisscrossing lines on the ant's body, which were thousands of times more precise than those on stone. That was the complexity of life that dead objects could never achieve.

[Perhaps for you now, the difficulty of creation is still too great]

Nyarlathotep was lost in thought. His prayer had already been fully written down on paper by Leah, with only the last word missing to complete it.

Just as Naya was about to suggest to Riya whether she should continue the previous process to obtain letters or symbols from Him, she saw Riya grab the metal pen and write the subsequent words on it without stopping.

"Snapped--"

When he wrote the last letter, the tip of the pen broke on the paper, and Riya opened his golden eyes and looked towards the end of nothingness.

"Already done."

[You can actually predict a complete word through inspiration? ]

Crawling Chaos was more and more surprised. It had only been two months since he came into contact with Leah, but in these two months, Leah's inspiration had even grown to rival that of a demigod.

That's absolute talent.

Nyarlathotep affirmed Leah, and when he communicated with Leah next, his tone was even filled with relief.

[You are an excellent extraordinary person, my friend. Your talent is terrifyingly high, far surpassing all my clones.]

[Although they don’t have any use for their talents]

[But since you have already prophesied my prayer in its entirety through inspiration, recite it, for now is the time…]

The echoing voice gradually lost all emotion.

[Recite my prayers and make requests to my essence]

【Whatever you ask for, it will be granted】

Riya looked at the prayers written on the parchment, and then at the stones on the ground that were arranged in an overlapping pentagram pattern.

His intuition told him that the choice he would make next would most likely affect the direction of his future.

He could choose not to trust Nyarlathotep and leave Him without forcing him to stay. Then, he could use his own abilities to find a way to communicate with the Shining Sun, let Him accept him as an angel under His seat, and be promoted to Meme One.

Or you can trust Nyarlathotep and get an answer to the truth, use the power of the Outer Gods to break through Ghroth's barrier, redeem the Shining Sun and make it your own fighting force, and finally fight Ghroth together.

So now there is a question.

Can He really be trusted?

This thought flashed through Riya's mind, and then he put the question aside.

There is nothing unbelievable.

From the greatest rational inference, option 2 is the best answer. Since Riya has already received the prayer of the Crawling Chaos, she will pray to Him at all costs.

This is an opportunity that once lost will never be regained.

"I never thought that there would be a day when I would say something like "regardless of the cost"..." Leah sighed, stretched out her hand and let her skin break, the blood flowing slowly to the center of the stone formation.

"But this is one of the few salvations for mankind."

When those stones came into contact with his blood, they suddenly cracked into countless pupils, and then were dyed with layers of gradient black and red.

The ground began to become broken, and gray-black mold spread outward from the center of the blood.

"The source of billions of madness and disorder,
The creeping lord of chaos,
Lord of Mischief. You are a miracle born from the Supreme Being,

You are the origin of the game,
You are the darkest prisoner,

You are the flute player.
You are both roaring and laughing, the embodiment of humanity and divinity at an infinite height. "

"Great Crawling Chaos, great Nyarlathotep, your blind followers pray to you."

Liya's body was losing too much blood, and his face looked extremely pale at this moment: "I beg to see you and ask you questions about the past, present and future."

"Where is my past, what should we do now to fight against the disaster, and where is the hope for the future survival of human civilization?"

After the three questions were asked, Riya found that there was no movement in the formation, so he looked at his arm that had stopped bleeding, and directly tore off his left hand and threw it up.

"I want answers, and I'll do anything for them."

Seeing that the formation still had no response, a trace of doubt flashed through Riya's mind.

Tentacles emerged from his shadow and wrapped around him, helping him to tear off his right hand and put it into the formation.

"Still no response?"

Riya looked into the split eyes on the tentacles, and they stabbed towards his eye sockets as if they understood Riya's wishes.

Riya's original intention was to dig out his own eyes and put them aside, then walk into the center of the formation. However, just as he was about to do so, the formation on the ground suddenly absorbed all the blood in an instant and burst into a heart-pounding dim light.

Countless whispers and laughter flooded into Ria's mind. Ria saw that the pattern of the formation became more and more complicated spontaneously, and the area was constantly expanding.

Finally, it extended to Riya's feet, wrapping him up and dragging him completely into the formation.

At this moment, a joyful and satisfied laugh appeared in the void.

[At all costs? That’s what you said]

[I will give you everything you want, and in return you will... help me complete the next script]

……

[Act 2]

【Director/Screenwriter/Stage Design/Lighting: Nyarlathotep】

【Starring: ??? (played by Riya Kelcha)】

【Guest appearance: ???】

【Sponsor: ???】

[This script is generously sponsored by ???]

[My child's cough never gets better. What should I do? He is probably useless. Come and accept ???'s blessing. Throw away the useless child and breed a good offspring. Only the strong are worthy of being my children! ]

The advertising fee is 500 planets per line. Please delete the brackets.
……

【Shoot! 】

……

Riya was awakened by a burst of whispering. When he opened his eyes, the scene he saw had turned completely black and white.

Around him was a place similar to a huge theater. He was in the center of the stage, trapped in a cage covered with translucent black cloth with golden eyes painted on it.

Outside the cage, there were piles of boxes.

Riya roughly observed these scenes, and then planned to use his ability to destroy the cage that imprisoned him, but he soon found that he had no strength at all.

Because just as he was about to move, the boxes around him were suddenly opened from the inside, and a bunch of black-haired, white-eyed rabbits kept chirping in his ears.

One of them jumped out of the box, ran to Riya and stared at him, then turned into a mirror in front of Riya.

And Riya also saw her current appearance from inside.

He also turned into a rabbit.

But this rabbit is colorful, with its face and body covered in oil paint, a bright red tomato on its nose, and even a tall clown hat with red, green and white crossed on its head.

"are you happy?"

The mirror in front of him asked him, and the image in the mirror took off its hat and jumped around, just as funny as a mime, but this was an action that Riya had never done before.

"Why should I be happy? Let me out."

Riya frowned. No one could laugh when they were locked up, unless that person had mental problems or special fetishes.

The rabbits in the audience were all laughing. Riya could clearly hear their laughter. It seemed that as long as they were locked up, they could feel completely happy.

"Look!" The mirror in front of him pointed around, "Everyone is happy, why are you the only one who is unhappy?"

"Because I'm locked up."

"Why are you always so unhappy? How can we make you happy? Tell us. We want you to be happy."

"Because I'm locked up, let me out."

"Ah, it's really hard for the rabbit to guess. Why are you not happy? You are such a difficult rabbit."

The mirror image completely ignored Riya's words, and some of the rabbit fur on Riya's body exploded: "Let me out."

The mirror image stopped talking. It pointed at the black rabbits around it and said, "Go make him laugh."

So the black rabbits began to tell jokes to Ria and make faces, trying to please him, but Ria didn't find anything funny. He just watched them doing all kinds of funny actions, turning into fireworks and gunfire to shoot at their companions.

The scariest thing is that these black rabbits asked him if it was interesting and funny while performing the actions.

Riya really wanted to answer that he would tear them into pieces as soon as he got out, but his words fell on deaf ears.

So, forced to do so, Riya laughed: "It's funny."

“You’re lying!!!”

When the black rabbits heard what he said, they immediately pressed Lian towards the cage, and their sharp claws were so strong that they almost tore the black cloth on the cage.

"Happiness is very important. Appropriate chaos brings pleasure, and extreme chaos is the feast of God. You lack such joy. Do you know why?"

"Those rabbits took everything from you."

The black rabbits pointed at the happy white rabbits in the audience.

"We can see, sir, that you are a fun-loving rabbit. You are not the same as you used to be."

In their eyes, Riya is like a boring investor or audience who is always watching a boring performance. No matter how hard the actors try, they cannot please him at all. The actors and screenwriters will also be in a bad mood watching all this.

No one likes to perform for a machine. Even if they want to perform, it’d better be an intelligent machine that can support them.

"It's a pity that we can't set you free, but-ah, we suddenly came up with a good idea. Since you don't like this cage, how about pretending it doesn't exist and becoming one of the actors and audience?"

(End of this chapter)