They all call me an Outer God.

At this moment, Lokani's eyes looking at Tabalf suddenly showed an extremely dark madness and malice for a moment, but Tabalf seemed not to notice anything.

As if a last breath of light came back to him, his eyes gradually brightened and he began to reminisce: "Yeah... Lokani, I am an unlucky guy."

"Although I have been rich and powerful since I was a child, although I am handsome and talented and fluent in three languages ​​and all school courses, although I have such a beautiful and prestigious childhood sweetheart, although I am admired by millions of people, but I am still not happy."

"Those people say I'm lucky, but only I know that this is not what I want. If the price of my luck is losing you, I would rather not have this luck."

Tabalf smiled bitterly and stretched out his shriveled hand, trying to touch his lover's face.

"Let's put all that aside. I don't need to worry about the orders of the main meme anymore, and I don't need to worry about the shadow of the old king anymore. As long as I can be with you at the last moment, I will be satisfied..."

"Only by your side is my final destination, my queen."

He smiled and watched the beauty lean over gently and touch his hand with her soft face.

Then, in front of Him, he turned into the old king who gave Him nightmares, full of hatred but always more fear than hatred.

It was a dark, noble and elegant face, with eyes like a lion leading a pack.

He was the monarch of five generations of pharaohs in the Zenlian Bakri Dynasty, and his legend was recorded in history books and banned books.

That is... the Black Pharaoh.

"Really?" The Black Pharaoh suddenly spoke, his voice was low and melodious, and even had some deliberately created bubbling sounds.

For a moment, Tabalf felt the hairs all over his body stand up. If he still had hairs, he could only admit that he was frightened at this moment, and it was an unprecedented fright.

It is different from the feeling of being polluted and eroded, and it is also different from the feeling of meeting a higher-dimensional being. This is the purest self-defense instinct of a living thing.

Before he realized what he had done, Tabalf's body suddenly came to life and leaped to the side, then nearly falling apart due to exhaustion.

“You…you—you you you you you you!”

Tabalf was trembling all over. He pointed at the Black Pharaoh and stammered for a long time without being able to speak clearly: "Where did you hide Lokani?"

"Since I'm still worried about that person, it seems like you two are really in love."

The Black Pharaoh smiled slightly, and half of his face changed for a moment. The moment he saw that face, Tabalf was also stunned.

Those who can become angels are not fools. Coupled with his understanding of these incarnations, Tabalf's eyes instantly turned red: "Was the Rokani just now you in disguise!?"

"You're only half right. In fact, all the Lokani you've seen are disguised by me. The real princess was sent to other countries by me when she was just born."

When talking about these things, the Black Pharaoh opened up as if he was introducing his own masterpiece to others.

He introduced with great interest his duties as a qualified incarnation to the angels in front of him, including how he had been the queen of five generations of Pharaohs and found being a monarch too boring, and then began to deliberately stir up the morale of the reactionaries to lure them into defeating him and dismembering him.

In the days that followed, he and his many incarnations have been involved in every aspect of Barkley's historical process.

He could be a builder, a mason, or a blacksmith.

Doctors, teachers, soldiers, guards, maids, disabled old people, playing children, cats, dogs, birds, lizards, eagles, anyone and anything could be Him, and He will always be there in any place full of fun.

The world is like a game of the Thousand-Faced God, and all living things are His toys.

"In modern times, I learned from a prophet that a very extraordinary person would be born in Barkley, and this person would most likely become the new king."

"I'm very interested. At the same time, I'm thinking if I can help this king step by step to the top, and then push him down with my own hands, how satisfying it would feel, and what a delicious delicacy the chaos would bring."

"So, I thought about it for a long time, discarded my previous identity, stole the princess from the palace, and then replaced this princess myself."

"From now on, my name is Lokani Silda Tabalf."

"She is also the one you think about day and night."

"No, shut up! You shut up!"

When he was halfway through listening, Tabalf covered his head and didn't want to listen to anything the person in front of him said. He couldn't believe that the anchor that had been supporting him was fake, that the person he loved most was lying to him, and that this person had always been disguised as the person he feared the most.

So what has He been through all these years! ?

Thinking about his past experiences with Lokani, Tabalf felt his vision go dark and his whole body was in excruciating pain: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it!!! You are lying to me!"

"What are you not believing? Poor child..."

The Black Pharaoh seemed to be feeling sorry for him, but in fact the joy in his pupils was so hot that it was difficult to suppress.

"Your main meme is the lucky person. The lucky person is indeed a group of people with extraordinary luck, but once someone sincerely believes that they are unlucky, and makes them think so subconsciously, it is easy to destroy a lucky person."

"So, Worsett, do you still think you are a lucky man now?"

Tabalf's hands were almost crushed by his grip, and His eyes were extremely dark: "Don't be so complacent. If you kill me, the one behind me will not let you go."

"You won't let me go?" The Black Pharaoh seemed to have heard something funny.

"Let's not talk about whether he has the qualifications or not. Even if he does, he won't know about your death."

As He spoke, He waved His hand, and a "person" who looked exactly like Him appeared in front of Tabalf. Not only that, this thing could also imitate all of His movements.

Tabalf glared at it, and it glared at Tabalf.

He had already seen that this thing was the guy who had fought him on equal terms not long ago.

"You want to use this thing to replace me. Do you think that high-dimensional beings are also fools?"

"He can be." The Black Pharaoh said briefly. He looked Tabalf up and down, then suddenly thought of something and sneered.

"Do you know why I firmly believe it can replace you?"

"Why should the clutter created by a little thing called Meme 2 be trusted?"

"Little thing...hahahaha little thing, why do you think the Hephisgetus once wreaked havoc in Barkley, but after a while they suddenly disappeared from Barkley in large numbers?"

The Black Pharaoh took a step forward and said, "The Shagai monsters summoned an evil and dark entity to the royal tomb, and they succeeded. That entity has already extended its tentacles through the gate. It was the sacrifice of most of Barkley's Hephaestus that quelled the coming of the disaster."

"What do you mean by that now?"

"The little thing you just mentioned survived the battles with countless souls, including that creature, and took the main position. In case you die unclearly, and for the sake of our friendship over the years, I remind you.

The person you want to kill and the one you hate is the original incarnation of the Godhead and the creator of my body."

"He can't kill you now, purely because he hasn't awakened yet. He's just a consciousness at the moment, but if you kill him, the consequences may be different."

"Now that we know his identity, you can guess whether his creations can be indistinguishable from the real thing."

With every word the Black Pharaoh spoke, Tabalf's body grew colder, and all the arrogance he had accumulated until now collapsed at this moment.

"If nothing unexpected happens, my next identity will be you."

"Goodbye, dear Worsett, you are such an unlucky lucky guy - it's really so tragic, your life is a joke, no one loves you!"

Murder and kill!
The dark-skinned monarch raised his sword towards the current monarch.

"Crack!"

The head fell to the ground, and a meme card with a gray back fell out. The front of the meme card depicted a child who was smiling very happily.

"Yuanchu asked me to tell you something. There is nothing in life that cannot be overcome. But you are already dead, so there is no such thing as life."

The Black Pharaoh stretched out his hand towards the meme card on the ground, and the meme card automatically floated into his hand. He put the meme card away without hesitation, and his body became more and more transparent until it floated into the replica made by Ria and completely merged into it.

A new Sand King is born.

All that was left of the old king was a handful of unwilling, silent yellow sand.

The winner takes it all, that's how it should be.

The newly born Tabalf stood in place and stretched his limbs. After he got used to it, he chanted the prayer of his main meme, telling it that his actions had been greatly hindered before, and he even lost the death curse.

The other side seemed to express considerable confusion and anger. Tabalf shook his head and said, "The opponents are the incarnations of the Crawling Chaos. They are back again."

There is no lie in this statement.

Then the other side fell silent again. Tabalf waited patiently for a long time and found that the main meme had interrupted His prayer ceremony.

"How rude, but luckily I got away with it."

"I'm so lucky."

……

Time flies, and half a month has passed in a hurry.

Within half a month, Tabalf returned to his throne, dismissed all the original priests, and materialized the thirteen angels as his new priests, and they continued to collect the people's faith.

Riya was allowed to enter and leave the palace freely. Tabalf told him to treat this place as his own home and do whatever he wanted. Even if he wanted to usurp the throne one day, Tabalf would support him unconditionally and give up the position unconditionally.

However, Ria felt that being a monarch was too boring and rejected the proposal. In his free time, he summoned all the ascetics in the kingdom and asked them to transfer their ascetic power to the real Shining Sun.

Many of them were extremely devout believers. They refused to change no matter what Riya said, and even threatened to jump from high places if Riya continued to force them.

So in front of everyone, Leah threw several radicals who tied gunpowder on their bodies and threatened to blow up the pagans off the cliff. Now the others had no objection, and it seemed that their so-called piety was just like that.

Then, everyone began to practice hard.

They may raise their arms above their heads, or insist on standing on the toes of one foot, or eat only vegetarian food throughout their lives, or only eat beef throughout their lives. The various methods of asceticism are dazzling.

These behaviors may seem ridiculous at first glance, but Riya actually feels an amazing energy from them.

It seems this method is feasible!
Now the key is how to use this energy to reach the location of the shining sun.

Do I have to practice hard too?
Riya silently pondered over the ascetic method that suited him. Was he also going to raise his hands above his head and challenge not to eat meat for the rest of his life, or to only eat meat?
For this question, Riya, who always asks questions when she doesn't understand, even went to consult Tabalf. The other party smiled lazily while sitting on the throne and said: "Just do what you are best at."

"What am I best at?"

Riya thought about many things she was good at, such as economics, trading, and memorizing the 53,728 digits of pi.

If there are too many, it won’t work. He didn’t look at the extra ones.

Hearing his answer, Tabalf stood up from the throne and walked towards Riya step by step, then pointed at his eyes and told him the answer.

"sleep."

"..."

Riya looked strange: "Sleeping?"

"You are the original consciousness. You cannot imagine how much time He has spent sleeping during His existence. Moreover, dreams are also a channel to connect to another time and space. I think it is safest to use this method to find the Shining Sun."

Tabalf continued, “There are thousands of dream worlds, and logically speaking, the probability of a sleeping person and another sleeping person meeting in a dream is not zero.

The dream world has never been stable. Except for special spaces like the Fantasy Dreamland, most other dream worlds last less than a day.

Not even for one night.

Therefore, you must pay special attention to the state of your body when you go there this time. Find the Radiant Rising Sun and tell Him your purpose before you wake up. Otherwise, once the Disaster Star is alerted, it will be difficult for us to detect the Radiant Rising Sun's consciousness fluctuations next time."

"I understand." Riya nodded, and then saw that the person in front of her seemed relieved.

"That's good. Your body can't sleep for too long. It's unrealistic to want to sleep for tens of millions of years... Let's make this quick and decisive."

Tabalf took Riya to a clean bedroom. Everything inside was very neat and tidy. Even the bed looked brand new and made of expensive silk.

"This is your room for asceticism. How does it feel?"

"This doesn't look like much of a penance..."

Riya laughed helplessly, and after Tabalf left, he walked to the expensive bed, reached out to feel its soft touch, and then lay down on it.

The dark mist emerged from the shadows on all sides and slowly gathered towards the young man, almost wrapping him up into a huge black cocoon.

(End of this chapter)