But Riya fell silent at this moment. He didn't move, but instead shook his head.
"No, I can't leave. Just like the rules of space-time, history cannot be changed. What is destined to happen will happen."
"If the idiot is destined to become blindly foolish today, if the world is destined to be destroyed, if He has affected the past and wants to affect the present and future, then I can only make one choice."
"This sinner, rather than let Him be it, I'd rather be it myself."
[Go back... Go back]
The thick fog churned even more intensely, even emitting sounds anxiously. This was the first time Riya had heard Him speak human language. He was stunned at first, then the corners of his mouth slightly curved into a hint of relief.
"Everyone was wrong. Swar is not a nightmare that brings disaster. Swar is a good child."
"Too many things are irreparable, but at least I can still make some changes now."
Riya's pupils brightened slightly at this moment.
"I want everyone here to live, I want everyone to be alive, even if it means becoming an Outer God."
"If I have to be the creator, then I hope the world I create is like the Garden of Eden... I will grant everyone the correct authority."
Riya thought Li Ya was crazy, but Li Ya thought the main body was even more insane. This person's thinking could no longer be described as "human."
When a person says they want to destroy the world, it might not be worth much fear, but if they say they want to create a utopia, then that person is definitely a true madman.
"As expected of my main body, you are the real devil compared to me. Let everyone live? At the cost of them becoming Outer Gods? How can you say such a thing? And what makes you think you can redeem everyone?"
Li Ya's eyes were complex, but Riya just smiled slightly: "I'm just acting out the script. The content already destined in the script cannot be changed, so I can only find a way to make it more exciting and outstanding."
"Moreover, don't you know what my main thing is right now? I want to play the role of a seer. Now we are in the dream of Radiant Dawn, so I prophesy—the past is in me, the present is in me, and the future is also in me. I can completely do anything I say."
"Because I am the beginning, the origin, the number zero. In my script setting, my authority and ability are supreme."
"But think about it, a creator with such overpowered existence, of course, can't appear at the beginning. He should be set as the final villain, who will cause the destruction of all things once he awakens."
"In order to suppress His revival, people will definitely join hands to fight together. As long as everyone has a common enemy, there will be less conflict. Once there is no conflict, the world will become a truly perfect Eden."
"Doesn't it sound interesting? Since I can't change the script, then I'll follow the development I like. I just like watching the ants trying to kill me but failing—"
Riya smiled and stretched out his hand to the angel he created, as if inviting his past self to dance a perfect dance.
"Since you want to become a god, then I will grant your wish. Come here, you have hated for too long, and it's time to rest."
Li Ya seemed to be frightened by the main body's calm hysteria. For a moment, he didn't move. Riya just maintained that inviting posture and stood there, without urging.
After a moment, he silently turned his head, looked at the black tentacles stretching out from the mist, and reached out to touch their cold surface.
"Swar..."
"I think I already understand why you are so obsessed with me, but there's nothing good to see here. Go back and wait for me, I'll be back soon."
[I can't leave, this is not the ending you want. No one has the right to force you to do anything you don't want to do]
[I disagree!]
"But if you are also trapped here, we really have no way to be rescued—
Yog-Sothoth, I know you're watching, take Him away."
[...I disagree!]
"Go back."
[Why can't we leave together? I want to stay with you]
[I disagree! I can't leave! Don't think about getting rid of me!]
[Please don't abandon me! Don't let me continue to be lonely!]
The Nameless Mist let out an unprecedented roar, but no one could surpass the Gate in the domain of space-time. In just a moment, the fog disappeared completely.
Riya sighed at this.
"I can't let you bear what's going to happen next."
He didn't know if what he was doing was right. Every step now was like stepping on a rope hanging on a cliff. Once he slipped, it would be an abyss.
But now Riya had nothing to lose. Except for the Nameless Mist, no god stood up to stop him, saying you can't do this, it's wrong.
The gods acquiesced to his actions.
"It seems you're quite satisfied being gods."
Riya sneered, raised his head to look at the sky, his pupils seemed to travel through time and space, watching the arrogant gods high above: "You're very satisfied, right? One by one, I'll make you all regret it."
"Just wait."
He left these words, and at that moment, those gods slumbering in the future couldn't help but shudder in their sleep.
Riya finally chose to fulfill his destiny and began to act out according to the predetermined script.
He would merge with the idiot and personally bring about the destruction of the world. Everyone would die without exception.
When the disaster came, the wails of mothers, the cries of children, the shouts of people—these voices, the voices of billions of people, poured into Riya's mind. He felt everyone's collapsing emotions, and was in so much pain that he twisted into a mythical creature on the spot.
Technology was insignificant under the oppression of the gods.
At this moment, Riya was thinking about whether he really had no humanity. He should feel sad for all the humans and creatures who perished at this moment, but under the influence of the idiot, even his thinking became stagnant.
"We will become the Primordial, although we have not yet met the qualifications to become a god... But so what? Even if we don't reach Meme Zero, my strength is enough to create a god."
Suffering is the best nourishment.
Riya, who had transformed into a mythical creature again, stared at the Primordial Divine Spark in the void, directly stretched out his tentacles to surround and devour it. Then, he took the souls of all living beings to the depths of the stars, witnessing the collapse of the original universe and the birth of the new universe.
[Assuming the new universe is a completely blank modeling scene, I should try to restore the details of the previous universe, and then add something new]
I have to say that Nyarlathotep was really prescient, and taught him this skill in advance.
Riya quietly floated in the stars. He found that his mythical creature body could wander in the weightless environment of outer space like an octopus, and his tentacles trailed out very long.
This feeling was very novel. Riya played for more than ten days, wandering around in the universe, observing the celestial bodies that could only be viewed from a distance in ordinary times.
Then, he began to gesture forward twice with his tentacles according to his impression.
In the creator's vision, all existence is composed of chaotic lines. Originally, he could not create living things, but the fusion with the angel perfectly supplemented his missing inspiration.
[I have to create a Swar]
Gray tentacles were constantly squeezed by transcendent factors, and finally compressed into a ball that could not be smaller. This ball was only the size of a billiard ball, but like a black hole, it could easily pull and crush planets within a few hundred light-years.
But Riya was still not satisfied. His inspiration was constantly consumed and replenished in the process of creating this ball. The last script would no longer fast forward, unable to escape, so Riya had enough time to complete his creation.
[First, create a cloud of black mist, named Nyogtha]
[I hope He is strong enough, beyond all strength, strong enough to do whatever He wants]
[His main color is pure black, with countless pupils inside that can see everything. He is more sublime than the stars, more magnificent and brilliant than the constellations]
The creator constantly slept and woke up. He tirelessly and happily improved his work until its existence was perfect.
The Nameless Mist was born from constantly collapsing and violently exploding matter. The black fog did not yet have consciousness, but instinctively approached its creator, shrouding him in the vast black mist. In the creator's boring time, it was his only companion.
As for why it was it, it was because Riya's current ability was not enough to create a god, but as time passed, their becoming gods was only a matter of time.
[Good morning, Nyogtha]
[Good afternoon, Nyogtha]
[Good evening, Nyogtha]
There was no concept of time in the stars, but the creator still insisted on greeting the Nameless Mist every twenty-four hours. Chaos was born in the darkness, and the creator's divided body gradually possessed independent simple thinking under the embrace of the stars.
Nyarlathotep, who controls chaos, Yog-Sothoth, who represents time and space, Shub-Niggurath, who breeds endless life...
Riya didn't know which soul he had stored gave them consciousness, but now the three pillar gods were still young, and Riya had to pay attention to maintaining their activity to avoid them suddenly dying one day.
[Why do I feel like I'm a nanny...]
Newborn transcendent creatures were always full of ferocity. They seemed to be very incompatible with each other, and would fight as soon as they met. Most of the time, two of them would gang up on the unpopular Chaos, and at this time, Nyarlathotep would hide in Riya's tentacles, trying to avoid being ganged up on.
Of course, it would also provoke its other brothers and sisters while hiding, seemingly quite keen on watching them hate itself but unable to kill it.
The creator set birthdays for them. Whenever someone had a birthday, the other transcendent creatures would stop fighting and start celebrating the birthday of the transcendent creature.
One day, they felt that they should also celebrate the birthday of the mythical creature who called himself Azathoth, so several transcendent creatures had been secretly doing something behind his back. When the creator came back to his senses, Shub-Niggurath came over with two extremely ugly creatures, saying that this was a surprise for Azathoth—
Tada! These are the two children she and Yog-Sothoth just had.
[Isn't it a surprise?]
The creator looked at the two "grandchildren" with two eyes... no, it should be countless eyes blackening.
[Why do you have children while fighting? Is that a proper fight?]
[You should know that you can be considered brothers and sisters, you...]
[It's too blasphemous. I'm too old to keep up with the trends of young transcendent creatures. Take the children away first, let me calm down]
The creator's mood was surprisingly complicated in the face of the two new lives. Although from a historical perspective, the birth of new life was inevitable, and the souls of the deceased would eventually return in another form, the creator could not guarantee that everyone would get their own body.
The worst possibility was that countless souls would be squeezed into the same body and become an individual, and the souls would also mutate due to various factors, eventually losing their nature and becoming brutal and rampant.
"There is no solution to this. It might be possible if I become Meme Zero, but I can't act out all the memes here, and the idiot meme has had too much influence on me. Recently, I feel that my thinking is getting worse every day."
A long time passed like this. Riya lived with difficulty for who knows how many years without communicating with any normal people.
He watched his creations grow stronger and no longer show the same intimacy to him as before. Sometimes he even felt that when they looked at him, they had a desire to kill him.
All the creations grew stronger day by day, but Riya still maintained his original meme level. When he was lonely, he would also think of the question about "humanity" he had asked before.
Anyone who stayed in this environment for so long probably wouldn't have any humanity left, let alone him.
From the birth of the universe to the birth of new civilizations—
It's too boring, when will it end.
Is there anything that can bring me joy?
Where is Nyarlathotep? He's the most fun. Where did he go?
The creator's emotions became more and more erratic and fickle in the extreme and unchanging environment.
Sometimes he would stay in one place quietly, doing nothing, and sometimes he would suddenly violently destroy the surrounding galaxies and reshape them.
In addition to the Nameless Mist and the three pillar gods, more and more "Outer Gods" and other gods were born one after another. At this time, the creator finally felt that the time was enough.
[The universe is a continuous cycle, and new civilizations should be born]
[New civilizations will eventually replace old civilizations. These are some extra interesting rules I've added to the world]
[No, we disagree!]
Those old gods seemed to have a lot of opinions on this, but the creator didn't want to pay attention to them. To ascend, he had to create new audiences for himself, new acting scenes.
[Whether it is a new civilization or an old civilization, everyone should have the opportunity to become a god]
But such an opportunity would infringe on the interests of the old gods. In response, a small dispute broke out between them, and even sent representatives to the front of the temple to confront the creator.
"No, I can't leave. Just like the rules of space-time, history cannot be changed. What is destined to happen will happen."
"If the idiot is destined to become blindly foolish today, if the world is destined to be destroyed, if He has affected the past and wants to affect the present and future, then I can only make one choice."
"This sinner, rather than let Him be it, I'd rather be it myself."
[Go back... Go back]
The thick fog churned even more intensely, even emitting sounds anxiously. This was the first time Riya had heard Him speak human language. He was stunned at first, then the corners of his mouth slightly curved into a hint of relief.
"Everyone was wrong. Swar is not a nightmare that brings disaster. Swar is a good child."
"Too many things are irreparable, but at least I can still make some changes now."
Riya's pupils brightened slightly at this moment.
"I want everyone here to live, I want everyone to be alive, even if it means becoming an Outer God."
"If I have to be the creator, then I hope the world I create is like the Garden of Eden... I will grant everyone the correct authority."
Riya thought Li Ya was crazy, but Li Ya thought the main body was even more insane. This person's thinking could no longer be described as "human."
When a person says they want to destroy the world, it might not be worth much fear, but if they say they want to create a utopia, then that person is definitely a true madman.
"As expected of my main body, you are the real devil compared to me. Let everyone live? At the cost of them becoming Outer Gods? How can you say such a thing? And what makes you think you can redeem everyone?"
Li Ya's eyes were complex, but Riya just smiled slightly: "I'm just acting out the script. The content already destined in the script cannot be changed, so I can only find a way to make it more exciting and outstanding."
"Moreover, don't you know what my main thing is right now? I want to play the role of a seer. Now we are in the dream of Radiant Dawn, so I prophesy—the past is in me, the present is in me, and the future is also in me. I can completely do anything I say."
"Because I am the beginning, the origin, the number zero. In my script setting, my authority and ability are supreme."
"But think about it, a creator with such overpowered existence, of course, can't appear at the beginning. He should be set as the final villain, who will cause the destruction of all things once he awakens."
"In order to suppress His revival, people will definitely join hands to fight together. As long as everyone has a common enemy, there will be less conflict. Once there is no conflict, the world will become a truly perfect Eden."
"Doesn't it sound interesting? Since I can't change the script, then I'll follow the development I like. I just like watching the ants trying to kill me but failing—"
Riya smiled and stretched out his hand to the angel he created, as if inviting his past self to dance a perfect dance.
"Since you want to become a god, then I will grant your wish. Come here, you have hated for too long, and it's time to rest."
Li Ya seemed to be frightened by the main body's calm hysteria. For a moment, he didn't move. Riya just maintained that inviting posture and stood there, without urging.
After a moment, he silently turned his head, looked at the black tentacles stretching out from the mist, and reached out to touch their cold surface.
"Swar..."
"I think I already understand why you are so obsessed with me, but there's nothing good to see here. Go back and wait for me, I'll be back soon."
[I can't leave, this is not the ending you want. No one has the right to force you to do anything you don't want to do]
[I disagree!]
"But if you are also trapped here, we really have no way to be rescued—
Yog-Sothoth, I know you're watching, take Him away."
[...I disagree!]
"Go back."
[Why can't we leave together? I want to stay with you]
[I disagree! I can't leave! Don't think about getting rid of me!]
[Please don't abandon me! Don't let me continue to be lonely!]
The Nameless Mist let out an unprecedented roar, but no one could surpass the Gate in the domain of space-time. In just a moment, the fog disappeared completely.
Riya sighed at this.
"I can't let you bear what's going to happen next."
He didn't know if what he was doing was right. Every step now was like stepping on a rope hanging on a cliff. Once he slipped, it would be an abyss.
But now Riya had nothing to lose. Except for the Nameless Mist, no god stood up to stop him, saying you can't do this, it's wrong.
The gods acquiesced to his actions.
"It seems you're quite satisfied being gods."
Riya sneered, raised his head to look at the sky, his pupils seemed to travel through time and space, watching the arrogant gods high above: "You're very satisfied, right? One by one, I'll make you all regret it."
"Just wait."
He left these words, and at that moment, those gods slumbering in the future couldn't help but shudder in their sleep.
Riya finally chose to fulfill his destiny and began to act out according to the predetermined script.
He would merge with the idiot and personally bring about the destruction of the world. Everyone would die without exception.
When the disaster came, the wails of mothers, the cries of children, the shouts of people—these voices, the voices of billions of people, poured into Riya's mind. He felt everyone's collapsing emotions, and was in so much pain that he twisted into a mythical creature on the spot.
Technology was insignificant under the oppression of the gods.
At this moment, Riya was thinking about whether he really had no humanity. He should feel sad for all the humans and creatures who perished at this moment, but under the influence of the idiot, even his thinking became stagnant.
"We will become the Primordial, although we have not yet met the qualifications to become a god... But so what? Even if we don't reach Meme Zero, my strength is enough to create a god."
Suffering is the best nourishment.
Riya, who had transformed into a mythical creature again, stared at the Primordial Divine Spark in the void, directly stretched out his tentacles to surround and devour it. Then, he took the souls of all living beings to the depths of the stars, witnessing the collapse of the original universe and the birth of the new universe.
[Assuming the new universe is a completely blank modeling scene, I should try to restore the details of the previous universe, and then add something new]
I have to say that Nyarlathotep was really prescient, and taught him this skill in advance.
Riya quietly floated in the stars. He found that his mythical creature body could wander in the weightless environment of outer space like an octopus, and his tentacles trailed out very long.
This feeling was very novel. Riya played for more than ten days, wandering around in the universe, observing the celestial bodies that could only be viewed from a distance in ordinary times.
Then, he began to gesture forward twice with his tentacles according to his impression.
In the creator's vision, all existence is composed of chaotic lines. Originally, he could not create living things, but the fusion with the angel perfectly supplemented his missing inspiration.
[I have to create a Swar]
Gray tentacles were constantly squeezed by transcendent factors, and finally compressed into a ball that could not be smaller. This ball was only the size of a billiard ball, but like a black hole, it could easily pull and crush planets within a few hundred light-years.
But Riya was still not satisfied. His inspiration was constantly consumed and replenished in the process of creating this ball. The last script would no longer fast forward, unable to escape, so Riya had enough time to complete his creation.
[First, create a cloud of black mist, named Nyogtha]
[I hope He is strong enough, beyond all strength, strong enough to do whatever He wants]
[His main color is pure black, with countless pupils inside that can see everything. He is more sublime than the stars, more magnificent and brilliant than the constellations]
The creator constantly slept and woke up. He tirelessly and happily improved his work until its existence was perfect.
The Nameless Mist was born from constantly collapsing and violently exploding matter. The black fog did not yet have consciousness, but instinctively approached its creator, shrouding him in the vast black mist. In the creator's boring time, it was his only companion.
As for why it was it, it was because Riya's current ability was not enough to create a god, but as time passed, their becoming gods was only a matter of time.
[Good morning, Nyogtha]
[Good afternoon, Nyogtha]
[Good evening, Nyogtha]
There was no concept of time in the stars, but the creator still insisted on greeting the Nameless Mist every twenty-four hours. Chaos was born in the darkness, and the creator's divided body gradually possessed independent simple thinking under the embrace of the stars.
Nyarlathotep, who controls chaos, Yog-Sothoth, who represents time and space, Shub-Niggurath, who breeds endless life...
Riya didn't know which soul he had stored gave them consciousness, but now the three pillar gods were still young, and Riya had to pay attention to maintaining their activity to avoid them suddenly dying one day.
[Why do I feel like I'm a nanny...]
Newborn transcendent creatures were always full of ferocity. They seemed to be very incompatible with each other, and would fight as soon as they met. Most of the time, two of them would gang up on the unpopular Chaos, and at this time, Nyarlathotep would hide in Riya's tentacles, trying to avoid being ganged up on.
Of course, it would also provoke its other brothers and sisters while hiding, seemingly quite keen on watching them hate itself but unable to kill it.
The creator set birthdays for them. Whenever someone had a birthday, the other transcendent creatures would stop fighting and start celebrating the birthday of the transcendent creature.
One day, they felt that they should also celebrate the birthday of the mythical creature who called himself Azathoth, so several transcendent creatures had been secretly doing something behind his back. When the creator came back to his senses, Shub-Niggurath came over with two extremely ugly creatures, saying that this was a surprise for Azathoth—
Tada! These are the two children she and Yog-Sothoth just had.
[Isn't it a surprise?]
The creator looked at the two "grandchildren" with two eyes... no, it should be countless eyes blackening.
[Why do you have children while fighting? Is that a proper fight?]
[You should know that you can be considered brothers and sisters, you...]
[It's too blasphemous. I'm too old to keep up with the trends of young transcendent creatures. Take the children away first, let me calm down]
The creator's mood was surprisingly complicated in the face of the two new lives. Although from a historical perspective, the birth of new life was inevitable, and the souls of the deceased would eventually return in another form, the creator could not guarantee that everyone would get their own body.
The worst possibility was that countless souls would be squeezed into the same body and become an individual, and the souls would also mutate due to various factors, eventually losing their nature and becoming brutal and rampant.
"There is no solution to this. It might be possible if I become Meme Zero, but I can't act out all the memes here, and the idiot meme has had too much influence on me. Recently, I feel that my thinking is getting worse every day."
A long time passed like this. Riya lived with difficulty for who knows how many years without communicating with any normal people.
He watched his creations grow stronger and no longer show the same intimacy to him as before. Sometimes he even felt that when they looked at him, they had a desire to kill him.
All the creations grew stronger day by day, but Riya still maintained his original meme level. When he was lonely, he would also think of the question about "humanity" he had asked before.
Anyone who stayed in this environment for so long probably wouldn't have any humanity left, let alone him.
From the birth of the universe to the birth of new civilizations—
It's too boring, when will it end.
Is there anything that can bring me joy?
Where is Nyarlathotep? He's the most fun. Where did he go?
The creator's emotions became more and more erratic and fickle in the extreme and unchanging environment.
Sometimes he would stay in one place quietly, doing nothing, and sometimes he would suddenly violently destroy the surrounding galaxies and reshape them.
In addition to the Nameless Mist and the three pillar gods, more and more "Outer Gods" and other gods were born one after another. At this time, the creator finally felt that the time was enough.
[The universe is a continuous cycle, and new civilizations should be born]
[New civilizations will eventually replace old civilizations. These are some extra interesting rules I've added to the world]
[No, we disagree!]
Those old gods seemed to have a lot of opinions on this, but the creator didn't want to pay attention to them. To ascend, he had to create new audiences for himself, new acting scenes.
[Whether it is a new civilization or an old civilization, everyone should have the opportunity to become a god]
But such an opportunity would infringe on the interests of the old gods. In response, a small dispute broke out between them, and even sent representatives to the front of the temple to confront the creator.
