Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 506: Origin: Ron Sothoth is a troublemaker! (Two in one) 6.5K
"I am here as mayor today to do only three things!"

"That's fair, fair, it's damn fair!"

Ron pulled up his pants as if nothing had happened and shouted his election speech at the top of his voice.

Judging from his outward appearance, it can be considered fair in "City of Disaster", a place where gender relations are extremely distorted.

In Ron Sothoth's opinion, since these monsters can survive inside the "Source", they must be part of the "City of Disaster".

Endless distortion, hatred, fighting, and helpless coexistence.

The characteristics they exhibit are directly connected to the "City of Disaster", which may be some external manifestations of this source.

If it can be recognized by everyone, or most of the "residents", it will be equivalent to a part of the authority of the "City of Disaster".

"It seems that the one who destroyed the natural disaster and the source of the disaster did have his own plans. He seemed to have foreseen something before his death. Even though he could not resist the death ghost and the narcissist, he still left his own preparations."

What could Ron say about this?

If you are not perverted enough, you will not be recognized by the City of Disaster. If you are not twisted enough, you will not even be able to attract its attention.

For example, the Medici group still seems too conservative.

"If He can take on both the bearded man and Amon, then I'm sure the mayor's position will belong to Him."

There was total silence below the podium.

All the monsters who were wearing costumes but had different physical changes were dumbfounded.

To say that they are monsters is somewhat biased, because at least they still have some thinking and logical rationality. But to say that they are normal people is unnecessary.

In Ron's view, they were just puppets of the "City of Disaster".

Suddenly, they shouted in unison:
"You're not from here!"

Each of them was bloodshot, gray and lifeless, like the eyes of a person who had been dead for a long time, staring at the blond head that did not belong to this city.

What's worse, the gray eyeballs even burst open, and sticky yellow pus flowed out.

The entire city wrapped in blood red shook, and the monsters seemed to have put aside their prejudices against each other and turned their spearheads towards Ron again, as if they were a whole.

The blond boy sneaked in and has never been recognized by the "City of Disaster".

"What are you talking about? I sneaked in, but this guy below me is not!"

"You are discriminating against disabled people without any reason. Do you still have any conscience?!"

Ron took off his head unconsciously, and at the same time, the hand that controlled the headless body patted his chest.

"you"

Is someone without a head also called a disabled person?
Seeing this scene, the monsters on the podium were completely confused. They looked at each other, and no one knew whether this was in line with the rules of this city.

This is what happens when there is no one controlling the source material. Even if there is a set of operating logic, there are still some rigidities in some places.

Just like the "Source Castle" now has two owners, although the poor guy is naturally crushed by the dead ghost, he can still use the source essence to put up some resistance.

At least before dying, you can look a little more handsome.
"Who are you!?"

Soon, some local residents reacted and roared angrily as if they had finally found the mistake in Ron's words.

The blond boy raised his eyebrows and said with a leisurely smile:

"I'm the advisor brought back by the mayor!"

"You can see that he doesn't seem to be in a good mental state, so he usually has to rely on me to come up with ideas and make everyone live in harmony."

This is more than just a bad brain, this is simply having no brains. Even a headless monster is quite rare in this city and is basically at the bottom of the social structure.

Master?

Is there such a position in our city?
The puppets of "City of Disaster" were confused again. The reasons Ron found made them know that they were wrong, but they couldn't find any evidence.

The headless monster has no brains and seems to be very fair, so he really needs the assistance of a "master".

At this moment, most of the monsters have calmed down, and only a small number are still struggling, trying to break out of their blind spots.

At this moment, they suddenly raised their rotten heads and roared in voices filled with phlegm:

"Where's your butt!?"

"Hanging on a tree." Ron responded calmly.

"Which tree!?"

"The Mother Tree of Desire."

"."

The puppets controlled by the City of Disaster were so angry that they had no temper at all. They wanted to verify it, but the "Mother Tree of Desire" was not something that everyone could see.

Not to mention finding a body on it.

Seeing this, Ron felt that the time was about right, so he took a deep breath, causing air to leak out of his trachea.

"Who is in favor of this guy next to me becoming the mayor, and who is against it?!"

"."

The monsters in the audience were still hesitating, but when Ron saw them wanting to raise their hands, he felt relieved.

He didn't expect that solving the "City of Disaster" would be so easy. He only needed to take off the head, avoid being contaminated by the source material, and successfully erode a small part of the authority. Finally, he could easily take it down by keeping "ZZZQ".

"Medici is such a loser. He has not been able to defeat such a simple person in thousands of years. He has lived in vain!"

Ron muttered in disdain in his heart, not thinking at all how many people could learn his operation.

Just taking off the head and putting it in the "City of Disaster" would probably cost the Red Angel ten lives, not to mention finding the pattern and daring to try something abnormal.

“I ask again, who is in favor and who is against!?”

This time Ron did not hold back like he did in the past. He snorted and an extremely high level of oppression erupted invisibly, making all the monsters in the audience feel the chill in their bones.

That is the momentum and dignity that only a "pillar" can display!

"I know you still have doubts, but I can help you get revenge and kill your real enemy!"

A stick in one hand and a carrot in the other.

Ron's art of negotiation was very successful, and soon everyone in the audience shouted again in unison:

"You can only serve for three years, and you will automatically step down after three years!"

In the abnormal and heavily polluted cabin, the young boy's thin body moved, and then the flesh and blood on his neck rolled back rapidly, and a new head actually grew out.

"Three years is enough, but if the 'mayor' wants to mobilize the power of the City of Disaster, he still needs the consent of the councillors and residents. This restriction is too big."

The skin of the newly grown head was whiter. Ron muttered softly but didn't care too much.

Anyway, we only need the "City of Disaster" to stop the Death Ghost, and the Death Ghost was one of the culprits that caused the fall of the "Root of Disaster".

He doesn't even need to instigate this hatred.

The good thing about dealing with "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" is that there will be almost no foreign gods who will cooperate with him.

But then again, I can't help, but being tricked into cooperating is also their ability.

We still have to be careful in this regard!

Ron raised his fair and slender hand to correct the dislocation of his cervical vertebrae, then came to the cabin door. As soon as he pulled open the wooden door, the space and time behind him suddenly darkened and disappeared into nothingness.

At this time, it was still night in the northern continent, and Alger Wilson was still standing in the distance gazing at this place.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank and he saw the blond boy walked out of the cabin with an even paler face, rubbing his neck as he walked.

solved! ?

It's been less than half an hour!

At this moment, Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s heart was beating wildly. He instinctively wanted to move forward, but suddenly stopped.

"You seem to be very exhausted. Do you need help from Mr. Fool?"

"Okay, stop testing me. I didn't expect that despite looking so honest, you actually have so many tricks up your sleeve."

"Fool... humph."

The blond boy raised his head with an arrogant look and glanced with disdain at the Tarot Club members hiding in the distance.

Really, you are from the "Fortune Teller" path, right?

"I'm sorry, but I have to be extra careful when facing this kind of thing."

How dare you blame me? You didn't even give me any instructions and went straight into the source of danger. Sigh...

This kind of god-level figure probably wouldn't care about my thoughts...

Alger Wilson's thoughts raced, and without showing any dissatisfaction on his face, he quickly stepped forward and looked behind Ron.

"already solved?"

He asked cautiously, quite curious about the answer to the source of the anomaly.

"It's settled. You'd better stay where you are and don't open the door without permission, unless you want to die silently."

After leaving a head containing a lot of special powers in the "City of Disaster", Ron destroyed the passage.

Now, he can indirectly control the source material through induction. Although it is a bit troublesome, only what he puts into his mouth is his.

Compared to the careful considerations of "The Heavenly Master", Ron obviously prefers the straightforward "City of Disaster".

Now that we have contacted two sources of essence, we will need at least three more to stop the death ghost. Where should we find the remaining ones?

"..."

While Ron was thinking and about to use his authority to control the future, his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated twice.

His expression did not change as he looked at the "Hanged Man" standing in front of him.

"You go ahead, I'll be there later."

Having said this, the young man took two steps forward, patted Alger on the shoulder, and then said in a gentle tone:

"You have helped me a lot this time. I will prepare a generous reward for you."

"Enough to change your future compensation!"

"I'm very optimistic about you!"

Ron's PUA moved Alger so much that tears almost flowed from his weather-beaten old face.

The identity and status of "God" represents the weight of his words, which are so gentle and sincere that no extraordinary person can resist them.

"Okay, I'll go back first."

Mr. "The Hanged Man" immediately turned around and even forgot to ask what the reward was. He turned around and walked away, fearing that he would disturb Ron's work.

Tsk, it’s such a rip-off, but I don’t even have a high-level seal of the Storm Path on me right now, how should I reward him?

Could it be that I should give Cohinam to him as his wife?

Ron silently complained in his heart and took out the "Hidden Sage" sealed in a metal shell from his trouser pocket.

Within it, there is a message that comes from the essence.

【make a deal】

Upon seeing this, the young man immediately revealed the most innocent smile, which even made the dim corridor look a lot brighter.

Today is such a good day!

…………

Today is such a bad day!

A cargo ship was sailing slowly in the fog. The waves were like the hands of a giant, throwing the hybrid steam-powered sailing ship high up and then smashing it down hard.

【We have been lost for thirty-eight days! 】

[I don't know where this is, nor do I know where we will end up. The food on the boat has already run out and we can no longer hold on...][Whoever finds us, remember not to get close to that island!!!]

[All of the above are fake!!!]

[They will follow you on board, they will follow you on board!!!]

A middle-aged man with a thin face and sunken eye sockets put down his fountain pen in despair and closed the notebook on the dirty desk.

His blue eyes, which could not hide the grayness, glanced around and saw the rotting corpses and the maggots crawling on them.

At least, this can be regarded as keeping the bottom line...

The captain, who had not eaten or drunk water for a long time, thought so. He stood up with great effort, walked to the corpse, picked up a maggot with trembling fingers, and put it in his mouth impatiently, as if he was tasting some delicious delicacy.

Suddenly, his expression became dazed, his eyes lost focus, and he muttered madly:
"Go to that island, save me quickly, go to that island, save me quickly..."

…………

"So, your voyage this time is partly to spy on the pirates' movements, and partly to find the Saint Banega, which has some connection with the Church of Storms?"

With his cheeks puffed up, Ron was like a cute hamster. He picked up a sea cucumber with a fork and put it into his mouth, chewing it.

The complexion on his face has improved a lot. It is obvious that sea cucumbers are beneficial for other aspects besides playing football.

"Yes, are you leaving?"

Frankly speaking, this was not what Alger Wilson expected.

God had no idea that this "God of Time and Space" could act so quickly. In less than an hour, he had resolved the biggest hidden danger on the ghost ship.

No, after this guy came, he became the most dangerous and terrifying hidden danger on the entire ship!

A thought flashed through his mind, and Alger, who was actually only thirty years old, suddenly sighed, and then secretly glanced at Ron who was still eating sea cucumber.

Seeing that he didn't react, she sighed as if nothing had happened.

Boy, can't you just say what you want to say?

How come he's even more roundabout than Klein?
Ron curled the corner of his mouth, knowing that this was Mr. The Hanged Man's subtle reminder that it was time to pay.

Although this guy didn't show it obviously, Ron could still hear it.

"To be honest, I feel like you're just a little bit like Storm Path right now."

The boy didn't care. Instead, he reached into the void and created an absorbent pen and parchment, and wrote something on them.

"This is the potion formula for the Storm Path Sequence 4 to Sequence 2. You haven't even achieved Sequence 5 yet. I'm afraid it's a bit too early for you."

"I don't have the corresponding characteristics. If you want me to find it, it will be a different price."

Sequence 4 to Sequence 2! ?

This ship is so valuable! ?
Hearing this extremely explosive reward, even if Alger Wilson was calm, he couldn't suppress his excitement.

That's Sequence Two, an angel!

He is the most powerful existence in the Storm Path except for the "Lord of Storms"!
At this moment, Alger had the urge to rob the ghost ship, betray the Church of Storms and become a pirate.

"I advise you not to be happy too soon. I have something to remind you."

"After you are promoted to a demigod, you can take the initiative to apply for transfer to the Backlund Diocese. It only takes a small risk, and I guarantee that you will have endless money in your life."

"Of course, if you like the sea, you can just ignore what I said."

Ron stood up and gave a reminder, secretly finding an ally for the noble lady, and then walked into the cabin without paying any attention to the stunned "Hanged Man".

It’s getting late, time to rest.

…………

"Where's my husband?"

"Have you seen my husband?"

"He's nearby. I can sense Him!"

Inside the spacious and comfortable guest room, Ron was lying on the soft bed, flipping through a book on the geography of Beida Road.

He glanced at the "Beauty Goddess" characteristics placed under the crimson moonlight, and muttered with a curled mouth:

"Don't look for your husband, look for me. Actually, I can do it too."

He was silent for a few seconds and received no response. Even the female voice surrounding his ears disappeared.

Pretty pure love...

As the embodiment of the past, present and future, Ron's predictive ability needs no elaboration.

He can even make a perfect choice without any flaws even when he has no idea about the situation.

After all, countless futures are in His hands, so there won’t be any mistakes if He copies them, right?
Everything that just happened was the clue to the next source of essence that he had predicted.

What he didn't expect was that the clue was actually on this ghost ship, and was even related to the two items on his body.

One is the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" within the Rose School.

The second item is the prison lamp on his body.

"You kid, you secretly sensed the source essence without telling me, are you tired of living?"

"Or have you forgotten the agreement between our three allies?"

Taking the wishing lamp from his waist, Ron unscrewed the lid and dug it twice with his fingers.

"Fuck, fuck, are you sick?"

What a bullshit agreement, it’s all a trick…

The “Lamp God” was naturally angry but dared not speak. His twisted golden figure suddenly appeared, snatched the lamp body from which the oil had been taken out, and loudly condemned:
"Facts aside, aren't you right?"

"?"

This was a sincere remark, and Ron was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Question the Heavenly Master, understand the Heavenly Master, become the Heavenly Master, and surpass the Heavenly Master.

Son of Chaos has obviously learned bad things during this period, and no one knows who he learned it from.

"It's definitely not me..."

Ron muttered softly, and then turned his gaze to the chatterbox "High-Dimensional Overlooker", his purpose was self-evident.

The room suddenly fell into silence. After a while, the Wishing Lamp smiled awkwardly and said:
"Actually, I don't think the starry sky is that great. If you have time, you can send me to the Western Continent."

"Don't worry, we have a contract between us. Even if the pillars violate it, they will be severely damaged. I will definitely help you instead of others!"

What weird things are you talking about?

Ever since the Judge's path became unique, the Son of Chaos has straightened his back a lot, and even his boasting has increased.

"Say it again, I didn't hear it clearly." The boy said indifferently.

"What I mean is, we have a contract, and even the old days of violating it will result in severe punishment. You can trust me completely, and I will never compromise with that old thing!"

The Son of Chaos said this with great confidence, and it was obvious that his skin was as thick as that of the Old Lord.

Ron looked at Him with a complicated expression, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but a feeling of powerlessness surged through his body.

Really, he now regretted forming an alliance with this group of idiots. If he had known it would be like this, he would have just acted as a green tea and seduced the "Fallen Mother Goddess".

Seeing Ron hesitant and hesitant, the Son of Chaos felt a little uncomfortable, so he asked with a serious expression:
"Ron Sothoth, if I hadn't gone to get the blasphemous slate, you would have died a long time ago. Don't you trust me now?!"

What are you talking about! ?
Is that something you can say!?
The blond boy's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to explain the reason, he heard the silver pocket watch in his arms making a chattering sound.

"It's not that He doesn't trust you, but He doesn't trust your intelligence."

"Don't you find that the situation now is similar to that thousands of years ago?"

"How dare you go in there alone? Next time you become a urinal, no one will pity you."

"No, I'm fully confident this time. You know nothing!"

"Oh, when have you ever not been fully confident?"

Damn you!
The "One Looking Down from High" was clearly not at a disadvantage in his mouth either, as he silenced the "Son of Chaos" with just a few words.

He looked at Ron, only to see that the pillar just spread his hands helplessly, obviously not being able to judge people.

"Humph!"

The Son of Chaos snorted coldly, feeling that he was discriminated against, insulted, and hurt by this cold world. The golden, twisted figure went back into the pot and ran to the edge of the window to use the scenery to relieve his sorrow.

One day, He will use rules to create a world without gossip!
IQ is not high, but I have a lot of ideas
The blond boy raised his eyebrows, silenced the chattering "High-Dimensional Overlooker", and immediately entered the little theater in his mind.

Although he hasn't been here for a long time, it is still very lively here.

"Narcissist, the air in the Western Continent is so sweet, and everywhere is filled with the fragrance of freedom."

Sure enough, as soon as Ron entered, he saw "Original" fighting "Mysterious".

"Yes, the air on the sea is also very sweet, and there is no smell of second-hand smoke."

As soon as Infinite Wisdom finished speaking, the entire small theater lost its previous liveliness and suddenly became deserted.

The "Original Will" suddenly looked sullen and stood aside.

The old Lord of Heaven, on the other hand, smiled playfully and did not dare to say a word, for fear that his secret plot would be discovered.

Cold violence, naked cold violence.

The three of them have completely broken up, and there is no longer any brotherhood that they had a few months ago.

"I said."

"Shut up!"

"Shut your stupid mouth!"

Just as Ron was about to speak to express his feelings, he was stopped by the two pillars. However, this was not a problem for the shameless "God of Time and Space".

I only heard the blond boy speaking slowly and unaware of what was happening:

"We are good friends who have known each other for life and death. Why are you so heartless?"

"Have you become so cold-blooded that you don't recognize your relatives?!"

What a great way of confusing right and wrong!
His words made the "Will of the Supreme God" and the "Original Will" so angry that they convulsed, and the former almost went insane and laughed out loud.

"Fatty, you are the one who is shameless, not me. In this respect, I would like to call you the best!"

"But there is no possibility between us anymore. Clean your neck and prepare to die!!!"

"That's right, Sothoth. We trusted you so much back then, and now we hate you so much. You didn't abide by the agreement at all. You are simply a shameless scum!"

"That's right, Fatty. I helped you so much, but in the end, all I got in return was betrayal. You despicable villain!"

???

Do you want to hear what you are saying again?
When did you ever trust me? It was you who were always doing things behind the scenes.

I didn’t expect that you, the “original creator” with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would turn out to be black after being cut open!
Ron was shocked when he heard these words. He thought he was shameless enough, but he didn't expect there was another master.

"Shut up, you two. It's annoying to hear you two talking!"

These words, which were filled with great disdain, immediately made the "Original Will" so angry that it jumped up and down.

"Sothoth, you are just a troublemaker. You have no right to say this."

"Shut up, narcissist, He is a shit stirrer, what are you, shit!?"

"No, the shit is you, I'm the one wielding the shit-stirring stick!"

Horse riding! ! !
As expected, with the addition of the trouble-maker, the small theater successfully regained its former vitality, with laughter and joy mixed together and the sound of birdsong and flowers rising and falling.

(End of this chapter)