They all call me an Outer God.

Hearing this question, Riya nodded.

Judging from the Black Pharaoh's statement, Tabalf was indeed an extremely lucky guy. He was born rich, and it seemed natural for him to become a noble, a monarch, and an angel. He even married a beautiful woman who was the incarnation of a pillar god.

But what if all this was deliberately arranged by the incarnation?
Riya had to admit that Tabalf was actually a very unlucky angel.

After seeing Riya's reaction, the "Black Pharaoh" in front of him smiled. His face and figure were extremely charming, and his voice was indescribably enchanting. No wonder Tabalf was so fascinated by Him.

"I feed on chaos. Chaos is the source of my power. Whenever we pull such a prank and see the result, we feel extreme joy. Haha... this feeling is indescribable—"

The dark-skinned woman chuckled and stretched out her fingers to gently wipe the corners of her eyes to create a glittering golden makeup. Her cat-like green pupils were filled with the ultimate malice, like the most alluring emerald.

"I'm going to go find Him. Is there anything you need me to bring?"

"Please say something to him for me. Just say... 'There is nothing in life that cannot be overcome.'"

Riya's figure continued to shrink, and he merged into a bottomless black fog. Then the black fog dissipated, revealing a young man wearing traditional Barkley costume at the bottom.

Riya casually hung the cane around his waist, and it automatically became a rope tied around his waist.

Little Schwal also flapped its wings and hovered in front of Leah with its front paws stretched out. Leah thought about it, then reached out and high-fived it.

"Goo!"

Little Schwar landed on his shoulders with great joy.

The summoned phantoms of the past disappeared as Leah took off her mask, except for the woman transformed by the Black Pharaoh who was still standing there with a smile on her face.

He pointed at Tabalf, who was at a loss because he had lost his target, and asked, "What should we do with this guy?"

"What should we do with it?" Ria also noticed the replica's huge body, like a sand giant with eight arms. This might be what the real Tabalf wanted to transform into but failed.

It has no life, and if it weren't for Riya's manipulation, it wouldn't make any movement at all, just like the stone he copied in the first place.

But it would be a waste to just throw it away.

“Since I can create it, then in essence, it is no different from the real Tabalf that has lost its life characteristics. Even the criss-crossing lines on its body are exactly the same.

I think even the god it serves wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between it and Tabalf.”

Leah paced on the spot: "If something goes wrong with the angels under his seat, his main meme will definitely be angry, which will also be a problem for my actions.

Is there any way to conceal it from the world and completely replace the angel without anyone noticing?"

"Yes! Of course!"

The Black Pharaoh smiled even brighter. This question was exactly what he was looking for.

"Why not let me be His angel?"

If this sentence came from someone else's mouth, Leah would definitely think that person was drunk and joking, but the person in front of her was one of Nyarlathotep's incarnations, and a living incarnation at that.

Although the incarnation of a god is not as powerful as the original body, it is by no means comparable to an angel. Its strength is roughly stable between meme one and meme zero.

Given the strength of the "Black Pharaoh", it is not impossible to deceive God's mind.

So after getting Riya's affirmation, the "Black Pharaoh" nodded at him, turned around and left with "Tabalf".

Although he said he brought it with him, Ria had no idea what method he used to shrink the huge creature to the height of just a finger. After seeing his figure completely disappear from her sight, Ria covered her head and relaxed for a long time.

"Father, are you okay? The battle just now has caused too much damage to your inspiration. Low inspiration can cause..."

"Why are you scolding me?" Leah stared at Dales with empty eyes. This sentence startled Dales instantly.

Because the moment Leah asked that question, it felt like Swar's tentacles were almost crushing it.

"Heh, just kidding. Although you are scolding me from my perspective, I am not so bad as to be unable to distinguish between reality and this illusion caused by the loss of inspiration."

Riya casually put Dales on the side of little Swar's head. Such decoration was undoubtedly very suitable for it.

"Once inspiration is restored, these illusions will disappear on their own. Next, I want to talk to the residents of the city about asceticism. I must not scare them in the middle of the conversation."

Riya tried his best to act normal, but he didn't know that people who had witnessed his brutality were already in awe of him and didn't dare to treat him as a normal person.

So when he returned to the city gate, he saw a large group of people kneeling in front of him, muttering random prayers.

"Titan, thank you for your salvation and protection - you are finally back, and there will be no slaves among us from now on!"

"Freedom, we are free at last!"

"Praise you, great giant!"

They all had smiles of relief on their faces, and many even had tears in their eyes, but from Riya's perspective, those people had hideous faces and kept making sarcastic remarks at her.

"You are a complete lunatic and scum, you are not welcome here!"

"Monster, why don't you just die!"

"You have no meaning in existence. People like you shouldn't be alive. You shouldn't have any consciousness. You are more useful dead than alive!"

"Do you still want to save humanity? You are not even human, neither the extraordinary nor the human are welcome to you!
"Get out! Get out!"

"Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out!!!"

Listening to these constant curses, Riya narrowed her eyes slightly.

Just when Darles thought that this man was going to get angry, the young man touched his chest and saluted to the people in front of him: "Thank you everyone, but there is no need for such a big salute."

"Our war is not over yet. We will not have any chance to breathe when the true dawn arrives... Everyone, I need all of your help in the next war.

You will have the opportunity to participate in the war of gods."

"Go to hell, what kind of rubbish are you and you're still ordering us around!?"

Those people stood up while cursing, but Riya remained calm and was equally gentle to everyone.

He helped up an elderly woman in front of him and brushed the dust off the cloth on her knees. The old woman glared at him viciously: "Damn bug."

"You're welcome."

Ria thought of the residents in Enders, who did not like to perform the kneeling ceremony. This showed the cultural gap between the two countries and how deeply the monarch oppressed the people.

"Come with me, everyone. Let's release those prisoners. We need to discuss how to fight against the natural disaster. This concerns the survival of everyone."

"Beasts! Trash!" With a gentle face, Riya led everyone to the dungeons to liberate the slaves. He was so kind that even the most sinful prisoners were given a chance to repent.

Darles and Swar witnessed all this. Darles always felt that Leah was weird now, which was very abnormal. Normally, people with low inspiration would think that the whole world was malicious towards them, and then they could not stop going crazy and alienated.

Koria didn't react at all.

"Is there no side effect on him?"

Darles tried to communicate with little Shival: "Don't you think there is something wrong with your father now? He seems to have lost the emotion of anger!"

Little Shival stared at Riya and made a "gu" sound.

There's nothing wrong, everything is fine.

Just as He was before, everything is fine and He likes it very much.

As for emotions? Leah would show them when she felt it was necessary.

……

Above the yellow sand, dust rolled up huge dry tumbleweeds, which were swaying on its surface. The tumbleweeds were blown by the wind and made a slight "crackling" sound.

Suddenly, the "crack" sound became louder. It turned out that it hit the surface of a cactus.

On the back of the cactus, a shriveled corpse covered in filth was clinging to its thorny branches, biting them hungrily and sucking the juice out of them.

“So thirsty… so thirsty!”

Tabalf has returned to his mummy-like state. He still does not have much consciousness now, and only relies on instinct to return to the place where he once slept.

But the scorching sun was constantly damaging His body through the cloth, causing Tabalf to feel the desire of "thirst" for the first time in many years.

If you are thirsty, you should drink water, but where is there water in such a vast desert!
Lizards have water in their bodies, camels have water in their bodies, and cacti have water in their bodies.

Along the way, Tabalf didn't know how many creatures he had killed. He dragged his long footprints and finally found a cactus that contained a lot of water. Tabalf immediately rushed over with joy.

It was also at this time that a strong and humid smell surged into his nostrils. In the distance, an oasis appeared at some point, with lush shrubs and coconut trees growing beside a clean water source.

If it was Tabalf in his prime, he would definitely be able to notice the abnormality, but Tabalf's head is full of water now.

"Thirst...Give me some water, I'm so thirsty!"

The thin and shriveled figure jumped down from the huge cactus, ignoring the sharp thorns and water marks all over its body, which were soaked by the yellow sand, and ran madly towards the oasis, its movements like a pitiful and fast-running desert parasol lizard.

He moved very quickly. In less than a moment, he was close to the water source. Not only was the environment here beautiful, he even saw a person who should never be here.

His beauty, his favorite queen, and the most favored princess of the previous monarch, Rokani.

The way Lokani was dressed at this moment reminded Tabalf of how they used to be together.

The extremely beautiful woman put on the king's favorite makeup and sat gracefully on a limestone by the lake, with their favorite book on her knees and a bamboo basket of the king's favorite dates on the rock.

This was the scene when they first met. Those books told stories about how people and gods got along in some of the desert kingdoms of the past.

"You are thirsty, poor Worsett."

The beautiful woman waved to the ugly man, motioning him to come towards her.

Logically speaking, Tabalf was almost unconscious, and it was impossible for him to recognize that the person in front of him was his wife. He should have killed her the moment he saw her and eaten up her flesh and blood.

But Tabalf still hesitated after hearing the name "Worsett".

He walked forward cautiously, just like he had walked towards Rokani before. Rokani was startled, the poor princess was terrified, but the young man who had succeeded was laughing happily.

"Hey Hey……"

Tabalf began to giggle, and when Lokani stretched out his hand, he reached out and held his hand. Lokani fed him the cloyingly sweet dates, and he opened his mouth and ate them one by one, never getting tired of it.

While eating, He lay on Lokani's lap. Lokani read to Him, but He could not understand a word.

"Vossett, do you remember how you got your name?" Lokani asked Him.

"Book……"

Tabalf pointed at the book dully. “His” name was not originally called this. His name was very common, no different from that of a cat or a dog.

"Great..." In the book that Lokani showed Him, there was a very powerful person named Seth. He also wanted to be as powerful as that person, so he added a "Wo" in front of the name, meaning someone who is more powerful than the name behind it.

"Do you still remember your childhood dream?" Lokani asked again.

Tabalf was silent.

He was still young at that time, and when he knew that his lover was a noble princess, he wanted to get her and become someone worthy of her at all costs.

Then He succeeded, but unfortunately power is a curse. Everyone who gets power will become corrupt and degenerate. When Tabalf found out, it was too late to turn back.

"Lokani...Lokani...how can I..."

How did I become like this?

"And...you..."

Why are you here? Aren't you dead?
Yes, Lokani's life span was only sixty-five years, and he should have been buried long ago. I once promised that I would accompany him after his death, but in the end I failed to do so.

"Lokani...you...blame me, you came to pick me up, I'm sorry..."

"Worsett, you have done well. You don't need to blame yourself anymore. Listen to me, Worsett... Now it is our world for the two of us, and no one will disturb us anymore.

Don't think about rights, angels, or God anymore. At this moment, you just belong to me."

"I love you, Worsett."

As he listened to his lover's confession, the moisture that Tabalf had managed to absorb seeped out of his eyes.

"They...all say I'm a lucky person...but I'm not lucky at all...I'm sorry...to you."

"So you consider yourself an unlucky fellow, Worsett?"

(End of this chapter)