They all call me the Outer God

It was too troublesome to trade one by one, so Riya found the tallest hotel in Lidsh City and used his extraordinary power to create an avatar on top, asking him to throw a large bag of money downstairs to create a riot.

Of course, for Riya himself, this was no different from making a nest to attract fish before fishing.

After preparing the bait, he walked into the hotel room, intending to sleep for a few hours after a long absence.

The young man placed his coat and hat on the coat rack, took off his gloves, and saw those golden eyes and whiskers as expected.

If you use extraordinary power to hide them, you can fake the effect of ordinary skin, but they are still there, and even using trade authority cannot make them disappear.

Riya stared at them for a long time, intending to find a mirror to see what other contaminated conditions appeared on his body.

He didn't care if the pollution accumulated more. Riya was just simply curious about what else he could become. This feeling was like opening a blind box, or like planting an unknown seed and waiting for it to grow, which was hopeful.

Not long after, Riya stood in front of the mirror and washed his face. A dense mass of eyes gradually appeared on the surface of his body. These eyes kept flashing strange lights in the dim environment. They looked at Riya in the mirror, and Riya also looked at them through the mirror.

The surrounding environment seemed to become blurry, but their light became more and more eye-catching.

Riya continued to look for a while, and then he realized that it was not the surrounding environment that became blurry... A thick fog had appeared around him, swallowing up everything except the light.

[Our Lord... You will eventually return, you will eventually wake up]

[You will eventually take back all your authority and achieve the highest]

Those vague whispers appeared in my ears again.

[We beg you to wake up...]

[Don't wake up! ]

[Wake up! ]

[Don't wake up! ]

[You can't wake up! 】

[My Lord]

[The Lord is almighty]

[Lord...ah...]

There were many noisy voices coming from all directions. Riya was confused at first, and then he saw the flesh on the back of his hand began to stretch continuously, and the pollution began to spread. The flesh spread along his arm to his body, decomposing his flesh and blood, and the dense eyes were interspersed in it like fruits.

"Crack--" The mirror in front of him shattered, and Riya realized that this might not be the reality he was familiar with. He was probably in a dream again.

Long-lost dream, familiar fog.

"What will I dream about this time?"

Riya was a little more energetic, and his eyes were full of exploration of unknown things. He summoned a cane in his dream. This thing can be transformed into a very sharp sword. With it, he feels more secure.

The road ahead is already unobstructed. Riya walked forward with a cane, and the fog gradually faded.

Soon, a tall figure appeared in front of him.

The woman in cheongsam stood there quietly holding a folding fan in her hand. The fan in her hand blocked half of her face, but there was a real golden vertical pupil pattern on the fan.

Swelling Girl.

"Hello, ma'am."

To be honest, it was not surprising for Riya to see Him in her dream.

"You are here, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Next, for the sake of safety, please follow me, otherwise it is easy to get lost in the fog."

His voice was pleasant but also lurking with deadly danger: "Believe me, [fog] is not a harmless thing."

With that, the lady walked in front without saying any more nonsense to Riya, as if His appearance was just to play the role of a guide.

Riya thought about it and followed him. The fog around him became lighter. Along the way, Riya saw the highly fragmented landforms such as oceans, rivers, mountains and rivers, which gradually appeared life from nothing.

Then someone rode a horse and galloped through those areas. They waved their whips and stopped from time to time to look up at the sky, embracing the sun.

Riya knew them. They were three of the Apocalypse Knights. As for why there were not four, it was because he had not met the fourth one yet.

The Swelling Daughter continued to lead Riya forward. After passing through those bizarre areas, they arrived at a pure white space. There was nothing in that space except a huge and abrupt stone.

There were some cards placed on the stone. Riya came forward and found that these cards were meme cards, and the number just reached fifteen.

The black businessman, magician, hunter, guard, dream catcher, werewolf, and curser were arranged on the top.

The idiot, witch, crow, lucky man, cupid, tactician, prophet, and sorcerer were arranged at the bottom.

"This is..."

Riya found that the cards arranged on the top were all memes that he had successfully interpreted. Judging from the current progress, he only needed to interpret three more, and he would have nothing to do.

As if by some strange coincidence, he picked up the black businessman card and looked at the black-hearted businessman pattern on it, and caught another glimpse of his gaze unexpectedly.

On the idiot card, the many masks hanging on the tentacles seemed to be mocking or pitying, but Leah could fully feel that the gaze just now came from them.

These gazes seemed to be constantly tempting Leah.

[Come and choose, choose us - choose the idiot meme]

[You can't escape fate, you will eventually accept us]

Ria was indifferent to their provocation. Instead, she put down the Black Trader Card and turned her attention to the [Tactician].

For the sake of this meme, the person who plays the tactician needs a war.

However, the result is that even the demise of the War Knight failed to shake the interpretation barrier of the tactician meme.

"Is it because I didn't think carefully, or I need to fight this battle personally."

Tacticians are civilians, and it would not seem appropriate to put them on the battlefield. However, this is an extraordinary world where anything is possible.

After thinking about it, Riya even began to consider which opponents to choose for herself. The swollen girl on the side said: "Walking on the extraordinary path will inevitably encounter confusion. In this case, why not ask more people? Pray for high-level beings in exchange for their inspiration?”

"You mean you have a better way?"

Leah's eyes did not blink. After all, the Swollen Daughter was the incarnation of Nyarlathotep. He seemed not to care about the other party, but in fact he had been secretly wary of her.

It's best not to believe a word this man says.

"It's so pitiful. I thought those clones had established enough trust with you, but it seems they are still so useless."

The swollen girl closed the folding fan, and the facial features on her face suddenly collapsed inward, gradually distorting into an eye pattern with a vertical pupil.