They all call me an Outer God.

It seemed that they disliked Leah for stretching his hands too far and meddling too much. In the eyes of the gods, the Creator was deeply sinful, and his infinite power and authority could only be regarded as compensation given by him to the old gods.

But now he wants to share these things with the new humans, and no one will agree to this.

"Azathoth, you have made too many rules. No one wants to live under your shadow forever. We need human rights and freedom! We want equality!"

"To be honest, it would be better for you to return the power to the gods and share the power with us."

"An arrogant and reckless ruler is of no use to us. Sleeping is your best option!"

[I am sleeping? ]

Outside the supreme temple, the Creator transformed into a human form, staring indifferently at the gods who came to attack him. Beside him followed a humanoid creature wearing a black cloak, but with only black mist and golden eyes, it was Nyog.

"Who brainwashed you to make fun of me today, Nyarlathotep?"

The Creator smiled with endless indulgence, as if he was just talking about his lively and active child: "He is so naughty. He always finds interesting things for me when I am bored."

"Don't talk nonsense. Nyarlathotep has been killed by us."

"Dead again?"

"What do you mean by dead again?"

"It's nothing. The most important thing is that He is fine."

The Creator's tone was calm, as if he was not surprised by the result and was not worried about Chaos' safety at all.

But the gods became more and more rampant. They were sure that as long as they joined hands, it would be no problem to deal with the Original. After all, none of them had ever seen the Original take action. Gradually, such a rumor spread among the gods -

The original authority is above all else, but in terms of combat power he is far inferior to them. He is just a paper tiger that looks strong on the outside but is weak on the inside, and is good-looking but useless.

If they join hands, no, they must join hands to seal the Origin, otherwise the Origin will gradually strip them of their authority to support the new humans.

"This is the common will of all gods. You cannot live. You must die."

"I must die?" The Creator sneered, "Do you know that the souls of the lives I created are inextricably linked to my soul? Once I perish, all my creations will die."

"Then we can only ask you to sleep. We cannot agree to let you support the new humans. You have already violated the common interests of all gods. It would be our incompetence to allow you to continue wreaking havoc."

Hearing the gods' words, before the Creator could say anything more, Nyog made a "tsk" sound and took the first step to stand in front of him.

Niorg seemed a little dissatisfied.

The next second, the figure of the Nameless Mist became blurred. The old gods who came to attack him had not even reacted to what happened to them. They just caught a glimpse of the golden eyes in the black mist. With a "bang", their bodies exploded into stardust in an instant.

They died.

Neog slowly turned his head and looked at the Creator.

As the most carefully crafted work of the Origin, killing those old days was just a matter of thought for Him.

"Are you going to kill the rest too?" Neog asked casually, as if he was just describing the nice weather today.

"No need. If we kill them all, there will be no audience for the next performance of the script. Then all my work over the years will be in vain."

“……” Niorg lowered his head.

He now felt that killing those gods just now seemed to be a wrong decision, because the Creator said that keeping them would be useful, but he killed them all.

However, Niorg had no regrets about this. Those trash deserved to die, and letting them die too easily was too easy for them.

"You don't need to blame yourself. I said, no matter what you did, you are innocent."

While Niorg was still silent, the Creator walked up to Him, stretched out his hand, and patted His shoulder.

"The replacement of the old with the new is inevitable. Only the weak will worry about being replaced every day. But they are right about one thing. I will indeed fall into a deep sleep in the coming time."

"Why?" Niorg looked up. He seemed to find it difficult to accept such a result. In his view, the Creator was an omnipotent being. He could easily wipe out all the voices that disobeyed him in the world, but he still had to face such a fate.

"Because I am a prophet, and I predicted that I would fall into a deep sleep."

The corner of the Creator's mouth rose mischievously, and then he turned around to face the Wanqing Temple.

"Look, I have such a huge place to sleep. I'm sure I'll have a good dream. If you miss me, you can come and see me in your dream."

"No one will miss you."

"Why are you still rebelling?"

The Creator felt that it was rare for Him to have such a stubborn temper.

"You haven't experienced human society yet, maybe I can take you to some interesting places in my dreams, such as eating a lot of delicious food, going to various places to play, and sending you to school by the way."

Niorg shuddered. He didn't know what going to school was, but he just felt an inexplicable resistance.

The Creator smiled even more deeply upon seeing this.

But the next second, he seemed to have thought of something, and his facial expression returned to indifference.

Judging from the development of history, one's own slumber is inevitable.

If he wants to perform a meme interpretation, there are not enough audiences here and not enough nodes provided. No matter how long he stays here, he will never become a true god.

Who can believe that the original creator is only at the level of Meme II now? If you tell anyone, I'm afraid it will shock those old people.

He indeed seldom took action, and what he wanted to do was usually done by the Nameless Mist and the Three Pillar Gods. If this continued, it was no wonder that unfavorable remarks about him were heard among the Old Ones.

Just imagine that if you don’t have the absolute ability to win the support of the people, what good is it no matter how high your power is.

"Why do I feel like my creation is more talented than me... This doesn't make sense."

The Creator sighed silently. He lamented the unfairness of fate, but he never thought that he could achieve that level with just Meme 2, leaving an indelible shadow in the hearts of the gods. Once he became Meme Zero, how terrifying would his strength be?

"The idiot is still affecting my mind. I think it won't be long before my mind is completely gone."

"Fortunately, I can still enter the dreamland before this, so sleeping is not a bad thing for me. But telling those old days like this would be too easy for them. How can I enter the dreamland by myself?"

“Why not just drag everyone into my game in my dream and bow down to the bourgeoisie.”

On that day, Nyog killed the representatives sent by the gods, and the gods finally found a reason to revolt against the Origin.

The Original fought desperately but was eventually defeated. While falling asleep, he dragged all living beings into a dream, allowing the idiot angel to wake up and take over the body. At this moment, He is the only godhead of Azathoth.

Azathoth issued a curse - once he woke up, the world would perish.

His real body was sealed in a dark temple, guarded by chaotic souls. Countless flute players played noisy and chaotic music to accompany him into his dreams.

In the moment of his original slumber, the old souls he had accumulated that had not yet been exhausted divided his soul, scattered throughout countless time and space, waiting for a reunion one day.

Nyog and the three pillars continued to collect these souls, and then Nyarlathotep found the most suitable bodies for them.

Nyarlathotep was very picky about this matter. His aesthetics did not allow him to find a body for the original at will, so this matter was delayed for a long time. The Prowling Chaos dealt with Yog-Sothoth every day, using his authority to travel through various time and space, and was very busy, but even though he was so busy, he still had time to create countless clones for himself to have fun in the human world.

He likes the world that He originally created very much. Humans are much more interesting than the Old Ones.

Until one day, he was extremely surprised to find that there was someone in the world who looked exactly like the original. They looked so similar.

Moreover, a part of the soul containing the original breath is also stored in the shell.

Great then, it’s him!

He decided to choose this person as the original carrier—

And this person is, Riya Kercha.

【…】

[Script O, End]

[Ending, you experience everything that happened in the past again, and your memory has been fully recovered]

[You are the beginning, you are the end, you are the Möbius strip itself, and you are the source of countless cycles. You tease the gods with your own power and treat them as idiots. The world is a stage for you to do whatever you want.]

[Welcome back, the great original creator, our eternal father - Azathoth]

Riya woke up again in the future, his eyes were blank for a moment, it was just a moment, but he seemed to have had a nightmare for a very long time.

Now the nightmare has finally ended, but what awaits him is still a dream.

Sodiris was still in trouble. Riya stared at him in silence for a long time before he slowly opened his eyes. However, this time his emotions were much more stable.

[While you were changing the past, I also saw your memory]

"is it?"

Leah forced a smile: "Will you hate me?"

【Why should I hate you? 】

"Because I was the one who destroyed everything. If I hadn't gone back to the past, the old days might not have disappeared, and you wouldn't have to bear that despair."

[No... I don't hate you. Those who attacked the original were just the extremists. I was busy hunting down the Abyss at that time. I will not be reconciled until He dies.]

There was a hint of sadness in Sodilis' eyes.

[No one has the right to hate you. You are greater and nobler than anything else. If it weren't for you, the ancient human beings would not have the right to live until now.]

[Originally, your existence is greatness itself]

Sodiris faced Riya and gave her high praise.

[Ghros caught my past weakness and trapped me in an endless nightmare. I could only watch him abuse his power with my authority. Now that I have seen your memory, I finally let it go.]

"Why do I feel like you just realized that there are people who are worse off than you, so you let it go."

[That’s an illusion]

Sodiris immediately denied it.

[You are not miserable. At least, you still have the nameless fog by your side.]

"Nameless Mist..."

Riya seemed to have noticed something and turned around suddenly, then saw a black badminton on the ground staring at her with two golden eyes.

I don't know how long it has been staring at me like this.

When the two looked at each other, Liya was stunned for a moment. The next moment, he squatted down and waved at it: "Nyog."

When he heard the name, little Shiwa's feathers trembled.

"So you've always remembered our promise..."

"Gu!" When little Sval heard what Riya said, his eyes suddenly widened. He narrowed his eyes, and after sobbing twice, his eyes were suddenly filled with tears. Tears slid down "pat pat" like they were free, and the acidic tears corroded the ground and left marks.

"Goooo--Goooo--"

Seeing this scene, Sodiris' heart trembled. This was a dream. How could someone be so powerful that he could even corrupt a dream? ?
But little Sval didn't care about that. It just spread its wings and flew towards Leah, tightly wrapping its tentacles around his head. At this moment, it felt that all the grievances it had suffered these days were worth it.

Ria finally remembered their past. Although he no longer recognized it at the beginning and even resisted it, which made him very sad and gnawed Ria's arteries and eyeballs with sadness on countless nights, Ria now remembered it and there was nothing to worry about.

"I miss you too."

Riya touched its feathers and then remembered why she came here.

He stood up and walked back to Sodiris: "Professor Mu, can I call you that?"

【Can】

"I'm sure you already know why I'm here. For the promotion of Meme, I need your permission to become an angel under your seat."

[This is really a great condescension to you, Yuanchu. As long as you don’t mind, I have no objection.]

[It’s just that the promotion ceremony requires the main meme to be present in person. In my current state, I’m afraid…]

"I know, so I'm here to help you escape. I have a way to get the disaster star out of your body."

【any solution? 】

Sodiris seemed very surprised. Riya coughed lightly, and then the shadow beneath him spread, and four familiar figures emerged from the shadow.

They were dressed in armor and wielded four completely different weapons. They were the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

"His Majesty!?"

The moment they saw the shining sun, the four knights were also very surprised. They didn't expect that they would have the chance to see Sodiris alive. Although they had lost their authority, they still retained some strength, which was enough.

These knights were naturally very excited to see Sodiris again, but this excitement did not come from joy, but from endless anger and self-blame.

They could not forgive Ghroth's sins, and they hated themselves even more for not being able to protect Sodiris and instead becoming the blade in Ghroth's hands.

Such knights are undoubtedly failures, and they are not worthy to face the shining sun.

However, Leah told them to blame themselves later, as the most important thing now was to rescue the Radiant Sun.

"Professor Mu, in order to make your will strong enough to compete with Gehros next time, we need to stimulate your consciousness a little bit."

(End of this chapter)