They all call me the Outer God

"How can I continue my business with you? This is different from what we agreed upon."

"Forget it. It is undoubtedly the most stupid thing to ask a group of lunatics to follow the rules."

Sofia lowered her eyes and looked at the pile of gold coins on the ground. She stepped over it as if she was looking at some garbage.

As his vision turned, the pure gold floor, tables, chairs, and beds came into view. There was another tall man standing at the door.

The man wore sunglasses, a black suit, and a red bow tie that was tied meticulously. At this time, he stood there straight with a blank expression.

"Triston." Sofia sat back in her seat and took out a cigarette. The man named Triston immediately took out a lighter and walked in front of him to light it for him.

"Boss."

"It seems that our deal with those lunatics did not include this."

"I understand."

The man lowered his voice and then closed the metal cover of the lighter with a "snap". The smooth metal surface reflected the mirror image of the conversation between the two.

The Black Hand had done some deals with the Hephaestugtu, who provided the source of clones for Hephaestugtu to transform. These sources were divided into different prices according to their quality.

For example, the price of the extraordinary is much higher than that of ordinary people. The higher the meme level of the extraordinary, the higher the intelligence value.

They provide intelligence and promote the development of the White Mask. The price is that the Hephaestugtu cannot interfere with the operation of the Black Hand and cannot take action against the members of the Black Hand. Otherwise, the people of the Black Hand can completely make them a mess by their own means.

For the black businessmen, although the Hephaestugtu seems difficult to control, it is ultimately because they do not control their real needs.

There is only one real need for this group of lunatics.

That is to control the ultimate truth, obtain all the examples related to the Outer God Fuxing Chaos, and then kill Him to obtain true freedom.

All this seems absurd, but Sofia respects their ideas and even sends people to explore the tombs of the pharaohs in the pyramids across the country to find clues related to Fuxing Chaos and sell them to that group of people.

This should be the case. The Black Hand and Hephisgetu are in a relationship of interest and should not interfere with each other.

However, they crossed the line first.

"The contract of the black trader cannot be violated. Is there someone who offers a higher price than us, so high that they are willing to do so even if they suffer backlash?"

Sofia picked up the wine glass on the mahogany table and shook it for a moment. The pure red wine like gemstones automatically flowed out of it, and sparkled under the light.

Triston's attitude became more humble. He bowed to the leader and walked towards the door. The next moment he walked straight through the door and reached the other side of the door.

Then not long after, the man turned back again, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"First, sir..."

"What's wrong? It's not like you to hesitate."

"I found this outside, and it was posted on the door."

As he said, the tall man handed the thing in his hand to Sofia, who took it and found that it was actually a wanted order.

And it was his own wanted order.

The wanted amount is 1-9999, 99, 99, 99.

Infinitely close to 10 billion.

However, this is actually a very common digital trap. The numbers obtained are random on the surface, but usually black traders are more willing to give the lowest price to mock those who do business with them to maximize their own interests.

This is like there are 99 grand prizes and one thank you for your patronage on the lottery disc. People will never think that they are the worst one, but the probability of that thank you for your patronage is as high as 100%.

"So, someone spent a gold coin to want me?"

"Wait... there seems to be some characters in the lower right corner of this one."

Sofia took out a magnifying glass and looked at it for a moment, and then she saw that it was a small Sval International logo.

That is, the person who issued the wanted order was wanted for the terrifying underworld leader of the Black Hand at the price of one Sval.

Sofia couldn't help laughing: "So I'm worth a swar."

The tone was not angry, but joyful. This scene made Triston confused. According to his thinking, anyone who found such a wanted order would be angry, not to mention Sofia, the leader of the Black Hand. However, Sofia just laughed there alone, and didn't forget to smoke after laughing.

The gray smoke blurred his face: "Triston, so you still have a lot to learn."

"I'd like to hear more."

"For black merchants, what's important is not the amount of money, but the [black heart] and [business] [trade] itself. To be honest, I can still afford a few hundred million gold coins, and I can collect tens or hundreds of billions with just a little effort, but the premise is to see if the things being exchanged have that value."

"So, do you think a Shival is valuable?"

"Yes."

Sofia continued to smile: "The point is not that Shival, but the person behind it... Triston, have you heard of the doomsday prophecy?"

As someone who has done some transactions with Hephisgetu, Sofia naturally knows a thing or two about the purpose of those people.

The awakening of the shining sun will bring disaster, the gods will revive, and the stars will return to their positions, but this is just the beginning.

Among the stars, there is an Outer God, known as the Judgment Star and the Disaster Star. Many extraordinary people have heard of His name more or less in the process of studying the end of the world. Some people even speculated whether the Outer God is the Shining Sun itself.

Outer God Gheros.

His awakening will disturb the master sleeping in the Supreme Dark King's Court. At that time, truly indescribable horrific destruction will befall the edge of all universes.

In order to curb His awakening, Nyarlathotep decided to fight poison with poison. The three pillars of creation jointly created a group of Godheads to accommodate the souls of all things. The one who survived and took the dominant position in the end was the target of special attention.

The Godhead will devour the Judgment Star before it rings the death knell. After ascending to the throne, it will be responsible for guarding and suppressing the sleeping Supreme God and become a real seal.

These are the truths that Sofia got from the Hephisgetus at a great cost. They said that the godhead created a kind of trade authority for himself, calling himself the Lord of Trade. Now he is the agent of money and transactions, and the patron saint of black traders.

"But even so, it is far from the [meme]. We should at least see him become the [meme] of black traders. Isn't it time to change the image on the meme card?"

"Sofia, you have to help him. It's impossible to touch the edge of the meme by just groping around alone, not to mention that he no longer regards himself as a human being." (End of this chapter)