They all call me an Outer God.

"Our investigators spent a great deal of money to eliminate all its activity characteristics and brought it back. In the end, we found that the main reason why this extraordinary creature was in a [zombie] state was a small, undetectable piece of flesh in its abdomen."

"After research, it was found that this mass of flesh came from the product of their previous summoning ritual, the original incarnation."

"And now, we have to state a terrible fact, sir." Dr. Jack's expression became more depressed. At this time, he looked up and looked at the arm soaked in the solution that seemed to still have life characteristics.

That is……

"The genes of the meat ball taken from the Xiagai monster are 99.99% or even higher than the genes we extracted from this arm."

"I think we all know what this means."

"He was once a fully human being," Evander said, as if to verify it.

"Yes, of course! There is no doubt about that."

Jack put down the file in his hand, his expression becoming more serious: "But not anymore."

"That body was originally human, and the soul contained within it was also human. But the soul that descended later gradually eroded that body, and eventually completely replaced it, transforming it into the genes of a mythical creature."

"Although I am reluctant to admit it, I still have to say this in the spirit of scientific rigor, Mr. Evander.

Have you ever considered that after your student resurrected from the dead, the person occupying his body was actually the consciousness of the mythical creature all along, but he himself never knew it?"

"And the reason why this mythical creature was chosen to possess the original godhood and be able to exert its power is simply because it originally belonged to Him."

At this point, Dr. Jack's voice began to tremble: "He is an alien god, the enemy of mankind."

"And it's not just for humans, it's also for humans and gods..."

"boom!!!"

When he said those words, Evander, who had been standing quietly in place, suddenly had a sharp look in his eyes. He quickly pounced on Jack, then stretched out his hand to pinch his neck and pressed him against the wall. He could easily kill this man without even using any force.

"Cough cough cough..."

Dr. Jack kept coughing. Evander's eyes were almost cruel. "If I hear such words from any of you again, I will kill all of you."

"Even so, I still have to say -" Dr. Jack's glasses fell off his face, his hair was messy and he looked extremely embarrassed, "He is not your student. Your real student is no longer here!"

"You are very courageous and resolute—"

"Yes, he is gone, so what?" Evander asked in a hoarse voice.

He has always known that Ria's soul is no longer the same as before, and the original Ria has long been dead, but after coming into contact with her, Evander chose to treat the two of them as the same person.

The personalities of these two people are very similar, and the current Ria may be the only "relic" left by the past Ria.

"He is willing to trust you and give up his arm because he wants to stand on the side of humans. If even you betray him, who else can he trust?"

"I hope you guys can use your rusty, useless brains to think about this.

The reason why I am still standing here and communicating with you is because Leah regards you as his allies, but once you choose to be his enemy, I will instantly unlock all the containment here and kill all of you.

Anyone can choose to betray him, but I will not. I will always support and trust him unconditionally, no matter what position he stands in or what identity he holds.

So you get it, idiots?

While I am still in the Order Association, you'd better think clearly about what you should and shouldn't do, and keep praying that he still cares about your life or death."

After saying this, Evander threw Dr. Jack aside like trash, returned to the room where he was originally kept, and then restored the barrier on his own and transformed himself into a mythical creature to sleep.

It was as if nothing had happened before.

He left, and the remaining researchers looked at each other.

"…What should we do?"

"What should I do? What else can I do?" Dr. Jack stood up from the ground, holding his neck, and coughed continuously while holding the instrument closest to him.

"Do you think this is something we can intervene in? Let them deal with the evil gods themselves. We are only responsible for doing our job as scientists."

“But now that we have discovered his true identity, the purpose of the disaster star has become obvious.

He wants to awaken the Primordial, and now part of the power of the Calamity Star is hidden in the Primordial Consciousness. This is as dangerous as setting fire to a powder keg. "

Dr. Jack and Dr. Nasir looked at each other and understood the emotions in each other's eyes.

"Increase monitoring of divine power and report any new developments immediately."

"Yes! Sir!!!"

……

Riya was still surrounded by rabbits in the theater.

Many of these rabbits are him, yet they are not him. He feels that his consciousness has been cut into many parts, each with its own personality.

Perhaps what Nyarlathotep wanted him to see was more than just the rabbit, and he was using the rabbit to tell him something else.

And this matter is very likely closely related to yourself.

He watched patiently and found that these rabbits gradually split into three factions in the process of coming into contact with the rabbits that split off from them.

The pros, the neutrals, and the opposition.

The close faction wanted to keep him in the theater forever, the neutral faction was responsible for monitoring his every move, and two extremists emerged in the opposition.

One is to kill him and replace him, the other is to deny the now split rabbit and want the original complete rabbit to return.

But no matter which side they were on, they praised him, but at the same time they were deeply afraid of him.

[Do you understand what we are performing, my friend?]

The narrator asked Riya again, and before Riya could answer, it cleared all the scenes and actors and began to tell Riya a story that was very extreme for him.

It was also at this moment that golden eyes flashed violently in the darkness all around, but the narrator ignored it.

[You should be aware that there is a rule in the universe. Old things will be constantly replaced by new things. Everything will be replaced. In this process, even God cannot be eternal.]

[And the one who facilitates all this is the ruler who controls the rules of the universe. He is older than the stars and more noble than eternity. He is the measure of all things and the scale of all things.]

At this point, a hint of pride was revealed in the narrator's voice.

[He is my Father, my Friend, my Creator, the Creator of what people call the Blind and Foolish God, the Original God]

[In the entire universe, He is the God who best understands my will, indulges me, and is most willing to create more chaos for my pleasure.] Riya could tell that Nyarlathotep's tone was becoming increasingly strange and nostalgic when he was reminiscing.

[He created the nameless mist and three pillars, and two of the pillars combined to give birth to the blasphemous twins, who in turn gave birth to all things.]

[He is the true Creator, the ruler we absolutely support, but when it comes to rules, He is cold and inhumane. In order to establish a new universe, He can erase His own creations in an instant and support them again, recreating identical, younger things.]

[For Him, everything in the universe except Himself can be discarded and replaced]

[So the war between the old gods who were unwilling to die and the original gods broke out]

During Nyarlathotep's brief narration, Ria seemed to have seen the bloody battles between the gods. From love and support to turning against each other, the three factions launched an endless war.

As for the outcome of the war between gods? It's obvious.

Azathoth dragged the old gods into a long sleep with a gloomy and intense hatred. He began to support the new gods in his dreams, but due to the obstruction of the old gods, it was almost impossible to become a new god.

In order to prevent the Primordial from awakening and destroying everything, Nyarlathotep's soul spontaneously built an absolutely dark palace for it. They played flutes and surrounded the palace, bringing the Primordial nightmares one after another.

As for why the Original One became blind and stupid, it was all because Nyarlathotep used his power to split His consciousness and cast it into countless worlds in the universe.

His sealed body became an empty shell.

The close faction among them is trying to stabilize their separate consciousness and make them feel a sense of belonging to each world, while the neutral faction is monitoring them.

As for the opposition, they still hold the method of killing the original or supporting a new "original" so that they can completely obtain unfettered eternity.

The extremists in the opposition mostly refer to the sinister Outer Gods like Ghroth who absolutely support the Original God and try their best to make His consciousness return or disappear completely, and then wipe out all the old gods in the universe (excluding himself).

[So do you understand, my friend, how much effort I put into stabilizing your consciousness? I even cast countless clones to prevent you from feeling bored with the world. I hope you still have fun playing with these toys.]

[Whether you are happy or not, if you don’t like them, kill them, if you like them, you can keep them]

"..."

Riya opened her mouth and found that her mind was blank and she couldn't even speak.

After a long time, Riya heard her own voice trembling slightly, and it didn't sound like her own voice at all.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Because this is what you want to know, my friend, you want to know yourself, and this is your self.

Nyarlathotep's voice was very joyful, as if He had been preparing for this day for a long time.

【Hasn't anyone ever told you that the so-called truth is in some sense a curse?】

[The so-called home you exist in is made up of dreams. They are all fictional, and maybe even your current situation is fictional.]

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha——】

His laughter grew louder and louder.

[Isn’t it interesting, my friend? Since you told me that you would do anything for me, my wish is to invite you to participate in my new script, a script with the world as its stage.]

[Your identity will be revealed, you will see the fear of the world towards you, you will experience the feeling of being alone and helpless against the world, you will eventually endure loneliness, and you will find yourself helpless in a false dream]

[Ultimately, you have only two choices]

[Accept the fate of doomsday and let your consciousness perish, or wake up and return to the original throne]

[Whichever way you choose, I, a dedicated screenwriter, have already planned the route for you. I am different from those gods. I don’t care about the fate of the world or myself. I just want to make myself happy.]

[This is the meaning of my birth, and it is also the result of your indulgence]

[You will like it, right? After all, you are the one who dotes on me the most.]

Countless tentacles came from all directions, wrapping around Leah intimately and stickily, just like a poor moth trapped in the web of fate.

Their slightly granular surfaces slid across Riya's body, shackled his limbs and entangled his arms and fingers. They swayed happily, inviting the young man around them to dance a dance that could not be refused.

In it, Leah only experienced the creepy, insane and twisted control desire of the Crawling Chaos.

[I used the method of separating your consciousness to stabilize the old gods, making them feel that they could live a peaceful and stable time. But on the other hand, I secretly collected your consciousness and stuffed it back into the godhead, waiting for the day when you return.]

[My Lord, my Father, believe me, everything is my best arrangement for you]

[Since awakening is your wish, we can present it in a more exciting way]

[By the way, do you like the flute I played for you? ]

A tentacle slowly curled up, covering Leah's eyes.

[How about we play another song now? ]

Everything is part of a script arranged by Him, becoming chess pieces for His amusement. Even those clones that keep struggling are lightly called "disposable toys" by Him.

He sees the world as a game.

As the tentacles danced around Leah like puppets, the golden eyes in the darkness became more and more obvious.

Noisy flute music sounded.

The golden pupils were also spinning wildly, making a "sizzling" sound, and the pupils were shrinking and dilating rapidly. The murderous intent and jealousy in the eyes were strong enough to materialize.

"I am... fake."

His past is fake.

"I am not human..."

He was one of the original split consciousnesses, and now he is the only one who survived among the aggregated consciousnesses.

That only means that he can now fully represent the true original.

This is simply appalling.

If he was the original consciousness, then every dream he had ever had could represent the real world, in which he had really killed his "parents" countless times.

It is also you who are cutting off your own retreat step by step and forcing yourself into a dead end.

(End of this chapter)