They all call me an Outer God.

Now, He can finally have a peaceful dinner.

The medium-rare steak was pressed by the silver fork, and with a "sizzle" sound, blood soaked the snow-white plate.

The golden angel sat at his seat with ease, patiently cutting the delicacies on the table into the most regular shapes.

It was also at this time that the incarnation of Nyarlathotep came to His side in a somewhat dejected manner, and like a most considerate butler, cut the beef in front of him into even small pieces.

"You should know that I am your messenger. Delivering letters and passing messages are what I am best at."

After admiring his finished product for a moment, the other party noticed that Ria seemed a little unhappy, so he restored the pieces of meat to their original appearance and asked Ria to continue cutting.

But in fact, He restored it too much and directly restored a cow.

"!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ria transferred the cow to another space before it appeared. Then a cow appeared inexplicably in front of Gehros' palace.

Nyarlathotep laughed and couldn't help clapping.

"As for deterrence, you could have just let us do it. Why end up as Meme One? This will only make those gods more jealous."

After hearing what the other party said, Lia motioned for Him to sit aside: "I have recovered all my memories, and I also witnessed that you were killed 3,649 times during the discord among the gods."

"Yeah, what an imperfect number. I just need one more try to make a perfect number."

The incarnation of Fu Xing Hun Dun narrowed his eyes: "Every time I am killed, the number of my clones can be squared, so I am not against death."

"But even so, the conditions for your rebirth are very harsh. By the way, thanks to your clones, I haven't been bored these days..."

Leah picked up the wine glass on the table and gently swirled the liquid inside, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the deeper meaning behind his words.

Not being boring means there's too much chaos.

"If you don't like it, I can kill them all."

"Forget it. We'll need them later. Killing them now would be a waste of resources."

After her memory returned, Riya generously forgave Naya for what he had done. After all, Chaos was truly the most mischievous of all his creations, and it had been like this since its birth.

Although their actions were extreme, their crimes were not enough to lead to their utter annihilation.

"There are some things I can only choose to deal with myself. If you just come forward to intimidate the gods, they will only become more rebellious and hateful. Only when I take action will these old gods understand the uncontrollable situation."

"Shab's choice of clothes today is very unique, and the teacher's clothes are also very scholarly. Nagyeb still likes to be together, and Changar's Fangeng is getting stronger and stronger. There are also Cthugha, Abhoth, Itakuya... Aihot, Mordiggian..."

"Everyone, I'm sorry that you've come all the way here. Even for the sake of our old friendship, I should have a drink with you."

Riya sat at the head seat at the long banquet table and looked at everyone. Everyone had different expressions. Riya was able to pronounce their real names here, which meant that she had taken all necessary precautions.

The palace they are in now is no longer part of reality. Everyone is stranded in the cracks of time and space. There are naturally people who love Origin, but there are also many who hate Him.

This dinner was so frightening that even the incarnations of the gods were trembling with fear. It reminded Leah of the famous old painting "The Last Supper".

"I hope they understand the urgency of the situation..."

As the banquet was drawing to a close, Atlachnakia took his leave from Leah in advance, claiming that he was not used to the atmosphere here and wanted to return to the Dreamland to weave a bridge connecting the two worlds.

Liya saw what was on his mind. After all, he and Hongyue were so close. Now that Hongyue was in trouble, anyone in his position would not be happy. "But I still want to express my highest gratitude to you."

Atlachnakia's voice was sharp and trembling. Not long after, he disappeared without a trace. The incarnations of the gods present saw that they had no time to stay and said goodbye to Leah one after another.

Lia also acquiesced to their departure, and at the same time couldn't help but sigh: "Even if the old gods have bad personalities, there will be people scrambling to believe in them. Do those people really love them from the bottom of their hearts?"

"Perhaps, people just admire their weirdness and power."

The dinner party ended just like that.

Finally, Riya looked at the representatives of the Three Pillars of God and handed the meme angels she had split off to them for training. As for the idiot, it was another day without being assigned a "mentor".

Looking at the joyful expressions of his fellow men, the idiot could not help but clench his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and his back teeth were creaking.

He was ignored again.

Why.

The idiot couldn't help asking himself this question.

What is the meaning of the original creator creating them? Isn't it to use them to advance to Meme Zero? When the day comes when the fifteen memes merge, they will die silently and no one will care about them.

No, that’s not right. It should be said that no one will care about me.

Other meme angels can still get a moment's care from the Creator. They have new names, new identities, and even their own "mentors" to lead them.

But the idiot has nothing.

The only thing he had was the ridiculous title of idiot. While everyone else was laughing and joking, all he got was the gods' vigilance, disgust, and even a bit of pity.

Gradually, He began to develop hatred.

But this emotion will be absorbed by the angel of the crow meme. The more I hate Him, the happier He is.

So the idiot could only try his best not to hate Him, but as a result, the angel would secretly stretch out his leg to trip Him in places where no one was around. At the same time, He was also trying every possible way to make everyone feel disgusted with Him.

But the crowd was very tolerant of Him.

Sometimes even an idiot can't help but think that the world must be crazy.

"My Lord..."

He tried to seek help from his Creator, praying that he would give him only mercy, just a little bit, even if it was just to let him know that he was being used, but he only needed the Creator to give him a little care.

The psychology of the creatures born in the heart is always like that of a child, but Riya still chose not to pay attention to Him, but let Him leave the palace and do whatever He wanted.

"Are you really going to do this to me?"

"I don't even have a basic name. Please give me a name... My Lord, I just want a simple name."

"I don't want to be called an idiot all day long - please don't do this to me."

He prayed so bitterly, and for the first time since his birth, he showed such strong emotional fluctuations. (End of this chapter)