They all call me an Outer God.

Have you ever heard of interest made of flesh and blood?

The surface of the tentacles suddenly cracked into seven jagged openings, and the compound eyes moved out dense protrusions under the skin.

In an instant, those syllables carrying the fishy smell of 20,000 meters under the sea pressed in from all directions, and even time and space began to ooze rusty red mucus.

Twelve tentacles covered with ancient inscriptions pierced through the spatial dimension, and each suction cup was chanting debt contracts from different eras. Ghros witnessed all of this, and his retina suddenly burned.

It was not a tentacle at all, but a debt chain formed by countless twisted human faces connected end to end, with black promissory notes stained with starlight pouring out of every mouth.

【■■■■.■■】

The indescribable harmony caused the quartz dial to hatch an octopus embryo. His compound eyes now occupied the entire sky. Ghros lowered his head and watched his palm lines melt into a debt repayment list. The grin of thirty-seven parallel universes echoed in his ears:
[Gherros...pay your debts]

The earth suddenly turned into a wriggling stomach. The accounting quills that stretched out from the cracks in time and space were dipping into the spinal cords of all living beings to write. The blasphemous tentacles grew mouthparts and spit out the ultimate formula that made the stars tremble while gnawing at Ghroth's eardrums:
In the name of trade

【Both principal and interest】

【total--】

[Every cell of your remaining life]

【as well as】

[The screams of 100,000 reincarnations after death]

"Did Meme One's promotion ruin your brain after all?"

Ghros was extremely surprised. He might have thought that Ria would be promoted to Meme One in the near future, but he did not expect that this person would give his consciousness to instinct at such a critical juncture.

Leah chose trade as her own authority, and as a larva of a mythical creature that is about to be promoted to an angel, this larva can only execute the "trade" command like a machine.

Just as Ghros's question vibrated in the heterogeneous air, the compound eyes on the space-time rift also began to bleed synchronously.

Those blood beads were suspended in mid-air in violation of the law of gravity, and each drop reflected the moment when Ghros signed the contract as recorded in the trade records on different timelines.

On a midnight when entropy was reversed, his star rings were mortgaged to the ████████ Bank.

Twelve debt chains are twisted into the shape of a Möbius strip, with a golden mask covered with interest mycelium extending from each topological fold.

The masks were filled with the dying expressions of all civilizations devoured by the gold coins, and at this moment, three hundred and sixty throats were whispering at the same time:
【Gold is the soul and flesh of ████】

[Your gravitational tides nourish their hatcheries]

Now is the time to harvest

Billions of human mouths suddenly appeared on the surface of his tentacles. The speculators who once prayed to gold coins were reciting the holy book of usury with their half-melted tongues. Tens of thousands of gray tentacles embraced Ghros's consciousness and pierced his skin mercilessly.

At this moment, Ghros' retina suddenly peeled off, and he saw the gold coin that was the culprit through layers of time and space.

The price of the gold coin that can be infinitely divided was not shared among everyone who used it, but was borne directly by Ghroth who was summoned.

This scene was a trap for Ghroth from the beginning.

The "gold coin" is actually a compressed micro black hole, and each event horizon imprisons a soul that is being tortured by infinite compound interest.

"Gulu..."

The stomach of the mythical creature larvae rolled up, revealing an esophagus woven with Dow Jones index curves. The blasphemous tentacles began to play a symphony of broken ribs, and each melody reshaped the memory of Ghros's consciousness.

The nebula He absorbed when He was born was the ashes of the ninth trillionth bankruptcy and liquidation of the ████████ Bank. The Origin had no intention of letting Him live in peace when He was created.

He has marked the price that each of His creations should pay, and billions of creations have been in debt since the day they were born.

The Creator is also the president of the world's largest bank and their chief creditor.

[■■■'s silver key is turning]

[The ■■■ you pledged has entered the pawn process]

【Now please pay for your ownership as a celestial body】

【as well as】

[Right to Name as an Evil God]

Space and time collapsed under the squeeze of thousands of tentacles, and finally became the shape of the mouth of a Klein bottle. They were falling deep into the digestive system composed of the Nasdaq index.

"No!"

Ghros's consciousness struggled frantically, and he finally realized that the real purpose of these tentacles was his body. Once he was captured, the location of his body would be exposed.

If he was a puppet controlled by silk threads, those tentacles could easily find his master along the silk threads.

The consciousness tried to struggle, but it was too late.

Pieces of pitch-black feathers have now pierced through the corona of Ghroth's body, leaving hatching debt eggs on his sunspots - those are clearly piles of gold coins with the face of the original god Azathoth on them.

Right now, Ria has just reached Meme One. He has just touched the threshold of Meme One and has just gradually emerged from a larva, but he has already harmed Ghroth's body through the laws.

In the Palace of Flesh and Blood, Ghros suddenly realized that Leah was more dangerous than he had imagined.

Although Leah cannot reach the place where Gehros exists now.

But Ghros clearly realized that he could no longer sit idly by and wait for death. He had to stop Ria from being promoted to Meme One.

The mythical form of the Creator has never reached a level above Meme 2. Once He is successfully promoted, everything will be out of control.

Although this is also what Gehros wants to see, the prerequisite is that he himself does not want to die early.

But even if the Source was acting on instinct, its first reaction would still be to kill and devour Him, which made Gehros feel unprecedentedly uneasy.

Although the Source is not yet strong enough to pose a threat to His true body, it will be a trouble if left alone.

"I'm afraid he has already noticed my location, but unfortunately he can't get close to me right now."

"But maybe Yuanchu will take this opportunity to plant the coordinates. If I want to eliminate the trouble forever, I have to do it now."

Ghroth is a very cautious person, and he must eliminate anything he feels is a threat to him.

Even if that threat is the origin, the creator, and the "father" common to all the gods.

"As a blind and foolish Lord, what good can you do with your brain? This Creator is not qualified after all."

"I think it would be better if I could deprive you of your godhood right now and take your place..."

In the palace of flesh and blood, Ghros witnessed the tentacles coming towards him from millions of light years away, and walked out of the palace in human form. (End of this chapter)