They all call me the Outer God

The clones of God gathered to rebel against the clones on the other side, and even led their own camps to fight.

The consciousness of the "Creator" continued to appreciate the farce created by himself. He watched his clones kill each other, and gradually developed a rebellious consciousness to notice the existence of the original body, clamoring for freedom and anti-slavery.

They want to kill him.

"This is quite interesting."

The "Creator" continued to project his "shadow" to the world without sparing his divine power-

Dark Dwellers, Night Demons, Black Pharaohs, Faceless Gods, Swollen Daughters...

People can see his shadow in almost all chaotic places, and he is everywhere.

The first generation of pharaohs is him, the second generation of pharaohs is also him, the third generation, the fourth generation, and even the fifth generation are all him.

He gave birth to himself, he resurrected himself, and he pleased himself.

Then he was killed.

[Cut! ]

The "script" of the first act ended here. The narrator handed a bottle of water to Leah. Leah still maintained his posture and stared at the pitifully small bottle of water in front of him and fell into silence.

He couldn't drink water. Facing a strange body, he couldn't even find the mouth of the body.

[It's halftime now, my friend, do you have any questions for me? ]

"Yes."

Riya gave a positive answer: "Noble existence, since you have shown me all this, you should have thought of what questions I would ask."

[Of course I know, you want to ask me what the relationship between you and the scripts of so many clones is, and whether you are also one of those creations]

[Hehe, do you want to know the answer to this question, are you sure you want to know? ]

"Yes."

[Well, my friend, who made me a god who keeps his promises, the answer to this so-called question that has troubled you for a long time is...]

[It has nothing to do with it! ]

[Do you know that I actually picked you up from the sewer. It was a rainy day, the sky was dark, and the rain was heavy]

Riya: "......?"

[I was collecting souls in different time and space in the world for something, and then I found a poor guy who fell into the sewer, so I picked you up. Who could have imagined that such an unintentional action would have such an unexpected result]

Hearing this answer, Riya was silent at first, and then she intuitively felt that the voice had concealed the truth to some extent.

His answer seemed to be watertight and true, but telling only half of the truth was also a lie.

Crawling Chaos is best at fooling the world.

His voice continued.

[To be honest, I wish you were my creation, so that I wouldn't have to spend so much effort, but could completely control you like controlling a chess piece]

[But it seems that you don't trust me at the moment, and there is still a sad gap between us]

His playful voice paused slightly, as if he regretted not being able to completely control Riya

"So, each of your clones is under your control?"

[Of course, the relationship between us is similar to that between a puppeteer and his puppets. Do you understand this? ]

[When I was asleep, the puppeteer's silk thread loosened, giving the puppets the opportunity to move freely, but after all, they are just puppets and chess pieces, and they will not get the freedom they really want]

"What about me?" Leah suddenly asked.

[You won't either, you shouldn't even pity them, because you don't have the qualifications, and they don't have the qualifications to be pitied by you]

[You don't need to compare with those clones, at least compared to them, you are independent at this moment]

The walking chaos seemed to see that Leah still didn't believe in evil, so he threw him into the phantom of the past, letting him search for "self" at will.

Their time was long enough, and the compressed time was thousands of years.

Leah also kept searching for himself during this time, and in the end he didn't find any trace of his existence, so the answer was obvious.

He was not a creature created by Nyarlathotep, and neither was he who was squeezed into the same godhead with him.

Riya never believed in probability. Among so many souls, he was the only one who was least likely to survive.

After receiving the negative answer from the gods, Riya gradually became uneasy, as if the only answer was also abandoning him.

Gradually, Riya transformed back into his original body. He began to perform while searching for himself in the trajectory of fate.

The narration told him how a prophet should act like a qualified teacher. Prophecy is never limited to the future, but can summarize all time.

[You can predict "keywords" in the world, and it will instantly search for the best answer for you like a program]

"Is it a bit too smart?"

[Supernormal also needs to keep pace with the times, my friend, in the future time and space, who can guarantee that we will not experience the pain and weakness of flesh and blood, and mechanical ascension. Now tell me, my friend, what do you want to search for? 】

"Self, I want to search for myself."

[Ah, this is the most difficult part of the prophecy. It is difficult for a prophet to predict everything about himself, but I predict that you will become the best prophet]

[Now let's try the simplest part, such as predicting my complete prayer and summoning part of my body]

"Prophecy prayer?"

[The key point is the inspiration part. The inspiration of the extraordinary is more important than anything else. Everything is easy to say by relying on intuition]

[But be careful, don’t predict situations you shouldn’t predict]

Nyarlathotep seemed to have discovered that Leah needed his prayers, but his prayers were too scattered. The letters were hidden everywhere and cut in different languages. It was not an easy thing to predict.

Chaos Flow placed Leah in a clearing and gave him a piece of parchment and a pen, asking him to use inspiration to search for words.

So Ria thought over and over again and wrote twenty-six letters and seventy-eight symbols in a circle on the paper, and then transformed a pendulum to place it in the center.

[Close your eyes and trust your inspiration and intuition]

Riya did as he was told, and at this time the pendulum in his hand gradually began to shake, turning clockwise in a circle, and finally pointed to the direction of a letter, and Riya quickly picked up a pen to record the letter.

[Great, you learn quickly! Now let’s predict the second one]

Ria continued to recite the things she wanted to search for in her mind, and then continued to predict, as the letters and symbols on the paper continued to overlap.

Also in the midst of Fu Xing Chaos' flattery——

"Bang!"

His head exploded.

With a "pop", Ria's body fell to the ground, and the brain mixed with those golden debris slowly flowed out of the broken skull, and the chaotic voice of Fu Xing also burst into unprecedented laughter at this time.

【Hahahahahahahahahahahaha】

He kept laughing, and Riya stretched out her hand, a little confused.

"Is it really that funny?"

【funny……】

[Wait a minute, you’re not dead. You’re still alive and talking. It’s so interesting. I’m a little reluctant to let you go back.]

[Can you stay here with me forever? 】

Riya didn't reply, instead focusing on repairing her head.

[Let me tell you, you don’t have to interpret the main meme of the black businessman anymore. You can completely abandon that meme and choose a more authoritative crow. Trust me, I can protect you all the way to demigod, and there will be no problems in the meantime. Let you suffer a little bit]

"No, thank you."

Riya sat upright again, feeling speechless as her head was being gradually repaired by gray tentacles.

He was so blown away by Naiya's prank. If he really believed in his words and abandoned the master meme that he had finally obtained, he was afraid that he would not even know how he died.

This person is called "Chaos" for a reason. You never know what earth-shattering thing he will do next.

But the inspired prediction method he taught is quite useful. You can't blame others for the fact that you will explode. Predicting everything related to high-dimensional existence is an extremely dangerous thing.

It's like a person who doesn't have a way to enter a library, but has to rely on means to obtain the knowledge inside.

The prophet's method is to create a key to unlock all things out of thin air.

[Go on, we have plenty of time, I will wait until you completely predict my prayer]

[During this period, you can also exercise your own inspiration]

[Inspiration is very important to extraordinary people, but opportunities to improve them are rare]

The life of Fu Chaos is almost endless. He will not let go of any opportunity to have fun, and is full of horrifying interest and patience for any fun.

Riya wanted to say that she didn't have much time, but after thinking about it, she gave up on this wording.

Being able to delay one minute to thousands of years with ease can only be said to be one of the three pillar gods of creation.

He stretched out his hand, stuffed the last tentacle into his head, raised the pendulum again and began to consume inspiration. Naiya said that just treat all this as a game. When his head explodes, the inspiration has been emptied, and he will regain the threshold of inspiration. It will also improve accordingly.

Little Shivall has been quiet during this period. Maybe it's not that it doesn't want to come out, but it's just blocked by divine power and unable to appear.

Nyarlathotep probably wasn't happy to see it.

Ria took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

In the next perception, he had blurred the boundaries of time. He only knew that he had been repeating the same thing. He kept that name in his mind, constantly inferring, constantly consuming inspiration, constantly exploding and constantly healing.

This process is of course painful and torturous. The fatigue and torture it brings not only affect the body, but also directly affect the spirit.

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

"Bang!!!"

After she exploded and healed herself several times, Riya's face became increasingly pale, and at this time, the voice finally showed mercy.

[Take a rest, we have a long time, we don’t need to work so hard]

[Are you hungry? Do you want to eat? I’ll catch my clone for you to eat]

"..."

[Ha, just kidding]

Naiya has transformed many foods on the spot, with different tastes, different countries and even different time and space. These mountains of ingredients occupy an area as large as a football field.

Riya opened his eyes and looked back. He was obviously shocked by so much food, but he quickly came to his senses, reached out a tentacle from the shadows and grabbed a piece of bread, and then ate and sorted it out. The content of the prayer that I have received so far.

"The source of billions of madness and disorder, the creeping master of chaos, the master of mischief..."

The content behind is still blank, but Nyarlathotep still expressed high praise for the results he has achieved so far.

[It's only been a few months, and you've collected so many correct prayers. You should know that my prayers have been lost for a long time due to too many clones.

Most prophets will only spend years or even decades doing useless work, and then unfortunately predict the prayers of one of my clones]

[As expected of a soul that can survive to the end in the Godhead, with such a talent, I believe it won't be long before you achieve Meme Zero]

Riya put the last bite of bread into his mouth: "So will I go to the worst ending when I'm Meme Zero and become a tool to maintain the balance of the world?"

He asked this question very calmly, as if he didn't care about the result at all, but Naya could still feel that Riya was looking forward to his answer.

[You shouldn't ask me this question. The content predicted by the prophet may be just one of many results. The creature next to you has rejected this option for you, so the result can only develop in a good direction]

[Of course, it may be worse than the original one——]

Naya dragged out his voice with a sense of malice, and Riya nodded. In the following time, he was no longer obsessed with talking to Him, but immersed in the process of consuming inspiration and replenishing it.

With the significant improvement of inspiration, he could hear more sounds in the past, present and future time and space, and all the scenes in front of him became unreal.

Riya reached out to a stone and gently pushed it. He found that countless horizontal and vertical lines seemed to appear on the stone, and as the lines were pushed, the shape of the stone was easily changed.

"It's just like changing the model based on the modeling."

Riya was a little surprised at this ability, but Naya suddenly spoke at this time.

He told him.

[The stronger the inspiration, the more you can see the essence of everything. You can now find that this space and the past scenes are fake products that I have reproduced, and can affect the scenes and life in them]

[Why not try to copy a stone? ]

"Copy?"

Riya stared at the stone with lines on it, and didn't know how to copy it for a while. After all, even the trade authority is essentially an exchange, and it is impossible to copy an identical product out of thin air.

Otherwise, Riya would have fulfilled the duties of the coin making machine himself.

"How should I copy it? Even if it is modeling, I need to pull out a basic model in advance."

Riya stared at the stone and thought for a moment.

Wait, modeling, basic model?

He reached out to pull the original stone, and then forcibly pulled a section longer from the top.