They all call me an Outer God.

"Shh, don't say anything that might have a negative impact."

A sophisticated and elegant woman lazily held a folding fan and gently tapped the mask of the fallen witch with the tip of the fan.

She had a graceful and slender figure, wearing a cheongsam that perfectly showed off her figure, and her hair was tied up with a long hairpin. Every move she made exuded charm.

Those eyes seemed to possess the power to capture one's soul, utterly captivating.

If anyone is seduced by such a beauty, they will discover that the true form hidden behind her is a bloated humanoid monster covered in tentacles, completely contrary to "beauty". She loves to attract her prey with a female figure and then suck out their brains.

Her name is the Swelling Daughter, one of the incarnations of Chaos. She once represented the will of Nyarlathotep, but since Nyarlathotep fell into slumber, those incarnations that had been used have all developed their own thoughts.

"It's been so long since I've seen you in this form, and to appear as soon as you do is to see an angel. Is it that angels are now allowed to roam the world at will?"

He withdrew the fan, then unfolded it again with a "whoosh" to cover his face.

"Upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem to be an angel... No matter how exquisitely made a counterfeit puppet is, it's still just a counterfeit. Moreover, it has become a follower of that old woman whose mind is filled with nothing but reproduction. I must say, it really doesn't discriminate."

As the Swelling Woman spoke, with each word she uttered, Lilith's face behind the mask grew paler. Almost instantly, she fled the scene, leaving the Swelling Woman idly standing there.

"You can't even stand a few words? These young people nowadays. But do you think you can get rid of me?"

"I am everywhere..."

He chuckled softly, then turned to look at Ria. After gazing at her for a long time, the swollen woman gave an even more enigmatic smile: "I hope you like all of this."

After uttering just that one sentence, His figure began to dissipate. Thousands of Hephaestus only managed to summon His figure for a little over a minute before they all died, not even qualifying to serve as fuel.

As the fighting around them gradually subsided and the thick fog dissipated, only a few lonely figures remained on the sea.

Schwarz shrank back to stand on the host's shoulder, while Ria stared at her hands, her mind filled with questions.

What does that sentence mean? What does it mean to say "I hope he likes all of this"?
This sentence sounded quite familiar, as if someone had said it a long time ago, but Ria had no recollection of it at all.

Sherger crouched not far from Ria, scooping up the dark, gelatinous substance from the seawater. It was the remains of the Hephaestus, though now it probably didn't even qualify as "remains."

He was probably feeling a bit down, so Ria took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him, which was unusual for her.

Are you grieving the loss of your companion?

"I just don't understand what we're doing, or what the meaning of our lives is."

His kind all indulged in the pursuit of entertainment to the death, finding pleasure in making fun of others and creating chaos. Only Sherger stood out from the crowd, as abrupt as a crested ibis among a flock of ostriches.

He didn't understand the meaning of his existence, but Ria thought that perhaps for Nyarlathotep, the same old fun-loving clones were too boring, so he created a very serious individual and stuffed it into the other people.

In a sense, isn't Serge's existence a source of amusement?

"We try every means to kill each other, even our own bodies, and we keep adding our own kind, but all of this still cannot escape the control of our own bodies."

“He’s terrifying—” Sherger couldn’t help but cover his head and repeat, “Terrifying.”

Even though He is asleep, it seems that His shadow can be seen everywhere.

Sherger recalled his childhood, when he was not corrupted by the supernatural and was just a perfectly normal child.

Then one day, while he was reading at home, he suddenly heard shouts outside. Selge rushed outside and saw his childhood friend grabbing him, crying and yelling, "Run! Run! The Sphinx is alive! God is punishing us!"

Sherger asked, puzzled, "What did we do wrong that He wants to punish us?"

"Does God need a reason to punish humanity? Run!"

Young Sherger was being pulled along at a fast pace. His parents were still at home. At first, Sherger thought it was absurd that the Sphinx could move, until he glanced back and saw the enormous Sphinx raising its paws in his direction.

"Boom!!!"

His original house was trampled down, and Sherger's eyes widened in shock: "Dad! Mom!"

The wind was strong that day, and yellow sand was blowing everywhere. The streets were full of people, all running in one direction, jostling and trampling each other.

His playmates stayed by his side, managing to bypass the crowd until they led him to a safe place.

"Don't cry, nobody wants to see this happen."

That day, his playmate gently patted his shoulder. Sergei's face was covered in sand, which mixed with his tears, making him look particularly pitiful.

"……Thank you."

Sherger turned his head to thank his playmate, but at that moment he froze.

All I could see was a blank expression on my playmate's face.

He had no facial features, all of them had vanished, yet he comforted Serge in a very gentle tone: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Did you see something...?"

"my face?"

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with my face."

"You mean you didn't see the facial features?"

"..."

"This is so troublesome. Look, I cut out the facial features with a knife. These are the eyes, these are the two nostrils, and this is my mouth. I thought you liked smiling faces, so I drew a smiling face. Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you like it?"

The fear on Sherger's face had reached its peak, but the other person smiled at him with that terrifying expression: "I thought you would like it, because I really like the look on your face right now."

"Thank you for being my friend. In gratitude, we resurrected the Sphinx and killed your troublesome family. Now you can be free of all attachments and stay with us forever."

As the playmates were talking, a large number of villagers appeared behind them. They were the people who had fled together when the disaster struck. However, at this moment, this group of people strangely approached Sherger, their faces blank.

Does that mean that from the moment they started running for their lives, this group of people had been crowding around them?
"surprise!!!"

The crowd cheered for Sherger, seemingly enjoying the emotions he displayed at that moment; his current state of mind satisfied them greatly.

(End of this chapter)