They all call me an Outer God.

"You can call him the Lord of Trade, the Origin, or the Lord of Blindness and Foolhood."

"Of course, if you wish, you can also call Him by His current form and meme."

"Like... angels."

Perhaps thinking that Sullivan was a little too scared, Shiwa squatted down and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, after all, everything that happened here was a plan we had set up long ago."

He turned his head and looked at the faceless people below. "Long before Golis ascended the throne, the Lord of Trade joined forces with the mentor to kill and resurrect all the nobles of Endles. These people have been ours since then."

"..."

Sullivan's eyes were bloodshot and he couldn't believe what he heard.

“So, you’ve been acting…”

Schwall did not deny it, but the next moment, the child in front of him suddenly pounced on him and grabbed his collar. Even he did not expect Sullivan to have such courage.

"What about my sister... my family members who were killed? What about the civilians who were poisoned? Are they also included in your script!?"

"This is a necessary sacrifice."

Facing Sullivan's questioning, Schwal closed his eyes and didn't want to say anything more, while Sullivan smiled bitterly and loosened Schwal's collar.

"Necessary... sacrifice?"

"I'm ridiculous, aren't I? We civilians are born like discarded objects. You can't resist if you want to kill us or play with us."

"You just said something like 'necessary sacrifice' and it caused me to lose my family and so many people to live a life worse than death! People at the bottom are only fit to be playthings for people at the top! In the final analysis, what's the difference between you and those evil capitalists!"

"Yes, we are all playthings." Swaal looked at him calmly without denying it, and Sullivan scratched his head in pain. He remembered that this man said not long ago that he would tell him the truth whether he won or lost the bet.

And this is the truth?

This is the truth!
"You did it on purpose, didn't you? You were waiting for this moment to see me in pain. I was stupid, too. I naively believed my enemy—"

"I hate you!!!"

Sullivan shouted hysterically, and suddenly, he pulled out his gun from behind and pointed it at Schwale's head: "I'm going to kill you!!!"

"You can't kill me."

"Even if I can't kill you, I will kill you! The so-called gods are all a bunch of termites!"

"Everyone here deserves to die. Anyone present should be killed. No one is innocent."

As he said this, he pulled the trigger angrily.

"including me."

"Bang--------"

Smoke rises.

But the expected bloody scene did not appear. Instead, a cluster of fireworks burst out from the muzzle of the gun, splashing all over Swar, and even made him sneeze.

"Ah!"

Swar said nothing as he reached out to brush off a ribbon from his clothes. When he looked at Sullivan again, he was already holding his stomach and laughing non-stop: "My Lord Wuming Mist, how is my acting? Isn't it inappropriate for you not to give me the Best Actor award?"

"Not so good. Only you can come up with such a bad idea."

"Don't say that. If I weren't there, you wouldn't know how badly you would forget the lyrics. After all, I am also a creation of the Origin. Isn't it right for me to ask Him for a role to perform?"

As Sullivan was talking, he suddenly began to melt, and soon he had completely melted into a pool of blood.

A mask slowly emerged from the blood. It was Dale.

And those bodyguards who were hired and the civilians who were killed were all Hephisgetu.

Naaah has enough clones that he wouldn't feel bad even if he killed as many of them as he wanted, let alone throwing them to Ghroth to serve as tentacles.

"You always forget your lines. My contribution as the teleprompter is unquestionable."

Dale floated in the air and turned to look at those hideous gray tentacles: "But only my Lord can gather the actors and the audience together in one place."

At present, many investigators from the Order Association have surrounded the golf course. Everyone's face turned pale as they witnessed the dark tentacles that almost extended into the universe.

But their superiors gave them orders that they only needed to stand here and watch without doing anything for the time being.

And they also got an order.

If a person walks out of the auction venue after the tentacles disappear, their mission will be successfully completed.

If it is a mythical creature, it means that No. 000 has completely lost his mind. The Order Association can only use the last resort and abandon the entire Endles and the more than countries surrounding it for the sake of the world.

The investigators all knew what this meant - they would all die, everyone here would die.

But even so, they cannot escape. There will always be people guarding here. Even at the moment before the collapse of human civilization, they will become the last wall to protect humanity.

"Want to escape? Buy a ticket now and go abroad to Antarctica. Maybe you'll have a chance to survive."

"No, it's better to stay and witness the birth of an angel than to stay alive."

"That's number 000 Yuanchu."

"There are some things that you would die without regrets even if you only see them once in your life."

"so……"

"So I won't leave. I'll stay here."

……

In the endless universe, in a palace of flesh and blood hidden in a corrupt nebula, Ghroth is sleeping soundly, seemingly having a sweet dream.

But gradually, his sleep quality was no longer so good.

The contents of those dreams were bizarre and began to twist unexpectedly, from sweet dreams to nightmares. Ghroth dreamed that the projection of himself who was responsible for foraging was wailing and being swallowed by another unknown thing.

He knew very well that he would not have a nightmare for no reason, so he lowered his consciousness again and planned to observe what was happening on the other side of his projection.

【Go】

That consciousness took on a human form and descended near the missing projection.

But who knew that the moment He appeared, a huge feeling of palpitations would arise from the depths of his soul.

As far as the eye can see, the layers of gray tentacles have completely submerged his projection. At this moment, they are secreting highly corrosive acid, digesting his projection as much as possible.

And the moment they discovered that Ghroth's consciousness had arrived, the tentacles moved slightly and rushed towards his consciousness body like crazy.

Realizing that something was wrong, Ghros quickly tore through time and space and disappeared on the spot.

Who knew that those tentacles would chase him so closely and actually pass through time and space. They were like needles and threads shuttling through endless time and space, following Ghros closely.

And they don't chase at the same time, but twist, thread, and weave from different time and space until they form an unavoidable large net that traps it in a jar.

(End of this chapter)