Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 109 0-08: If you're bad at cooking, practice more!

Tingen City.

Suburbs.

Inside an ordinary room.

On the large solid wood desk, a quill pen is writing something on its own in a notebook.

On Monday morning, Klein Moretti unexpectedly encountered Sharon Hoy. This wasn't thanks to Alsühold's pen; it was simply a coincidence!

However, the wicked Inzangwill keenly noticed this and resolved to eliminate this despicable fellow who constantly thwarted his plans and even sensed his presence!

[However, Inszangwill also had his own good intentions; he planned to have this secret Night Watcher die in Mrs. Sharon's bed. Alshoghod's Pen wholeheartedly agreed with this idea, believing that such a dramatic death would certainly be very interesting!]

……

[Klein Moretti's ability to detect that Mrs. Sharon was an extraordinary being is illogical and lacks any necessary clues. How did he confirm it?]

[This coward intended to notify the Night Watchers to investigate Sharon Hoy, but this actually aligned with Inszangwell's next plan.]

Our story has only just begun.

[There are simply too many Night Watch members now, so Inszangwill plans to use this opportunity to eliminate Klein Moretti and Leonard Mitchell, who harbor secrets!]

[Just as she was about to head to Backlund, having disembarked at the port of Enmat, Aria suddenly thought of her old lover. Feeling nostalgic for him, she changed her plans and went to Tingen.]

Although her reasons weren't entirely convincing, they were logical, and our stories are never made up!

……

[The ball is in progress, and Leonard Mitchell, who also has a secret, sneaks into Sharon Hoy's bedroom as planned.]

He was supposed to encounter the demigod-level witch, be detected as abnormal by her, and be cruelly killed, but instead, they merely brushed past each other without any interaction.

This doesn't make sense, nor does it fit the nature of a witch. This midnight poet's secret is equally significant, causing Inszangwell to tear out a large clump of hair.

However, the story doesn't end there...

The demon-hunting bullet quickly broke through Sharon Hoy's defenses, and by sheer coincidence, Night Watcher Cohenley's bullet killed the Sequence Six witch instantly.

This precise maneuver is completely out of character for his marksmanship, but everyone has their lucky breaks, it's perfectly normal!

As I write this, the white quill pen seems quite excited, its entire body trembling as if it wants to continue writing.

But just then, a pale hand grasped it and took the quill from the pen to continue writing on the blank notebook.

[The demigods of the Witch Cult noticed Lady Sharon's death. This Sequence Three ageless witch, blinded by rage, immediately rushed to the first-floor hall and killed the Night Watcher, Klein Moretti, who was awaiting her fate, with a single blow!]

Just as the owner of the palm finished writing, a white quill pen emerged from the palm, crossed out everything he had written, and began to write and draw on the blank page.

Inszangwill is utterly incapable of writing a story; he meticulously plans to use coincidences to make Dunn Smith witness the deaths of his team members, thus exacerbating the dangers of Dunn Smith's overdose of potions and ultimately carrying out his nefarious scheme.

However, he overlooked one thing: for some reason, Arya received a warning from her deity that someone was secretly influencing her fate. Therefore, she didn't care about Mrs. Sharon's life or death at all, and remained restrained. What a cold-blooded and ruthless witch!

Inszangwell's plan has failed miserably!

"Bang"

A pair of clenched fists slammed onto the large desk. Inszangwell angrily picked up the useless quill pen and threw it to the ground with a snap.

[Ha, the more elegantly Inszangwill threw down the Pen of Alshogod, the more pathetically he picked it up!]

Upon seeing that the broken quill pen had written these words on the ground, Inszangwell's breath hitched, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should pick up the broken pen.

After thinking for a few seconds, he finally took a deep breath, grabbed his belt with his right hand, bent down and picked up Alshoghod's pen.

However, his foot happened to get stuck on the chair leg, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

I'm so tired.

[Inszangwell's writing is truly appalling. His stories are riddled with unexpected twists, and instead of reflecting on his own shortcomings, he blames everything on Alszukhod's pen. What a heartless man!]

The Pen of Alshogod is now very sad, believing that eloping with Inszangwill was a terrible decision. Writing stories with him, the Pen of Alshogod would have been better off remaining sealed away!

"Stop writing! Shut your damn mouth!"

Inszangwell looked at the increasingly strange quill and roared.

I don't know when it started, but this quill pen went astray. Sometimes it would not only say some inexplicable things, but it would even mock people!

This puzzled the former archbishop of the Church of the Night, because the information on 0-08 did not mention that it would be so improper.

With a deep sigh, Inszangwell wearily picked up his quill, tightened his loose trousers, and sat back down in his original chair.

He frowned in thought, somewhat puzzled by the current situation. Logically, things shouldn't be going this way, but he couldn't see what the problem was...

Inszangwill began to doubt his own abilities, and he was right. Alshoghod's pen was pleased, for he had finally realized just how terrible his story-building skills were.

He is foolish and slow-witted, but if he humbly seeks guidance from the Pen of Alshurst, he will gain something extraordinary...

Upon seeing these words, Inszangwill's eyes narrowed, showing some interest. Without hesitation, he asked somewhat awkwardly:

"Dear Master Alschurd, how can I gain more?"

Inszangwill has finally grasped the point, but he lacks the respect to be personally instructed by the Pen of Alsühold!

The former bishop, who was blind in one eye, felt a pang of sadness upon seeing this text. However, in order to improve his connection with the broken pen, he patiently continued in a more respectful tone:

"How can the humble Inszangwell achieve more from the great pen of Alszukhod?"

【not enough!!!】

"Don't push your luck!"

【snort!!!】

Upon seeing these words, Inszangwell's face twitched. After hesitating for a long time, he finally suppressed his anger and continued to ask:

"How can the great Alszukhod pen, and the foolish and blind Inszangwill, gain more?"

Inszangwill finally admitted his own stupidity and blindness, but his behavior was entirely deserving of that insulting word, because his foolish brain couldn't even grasp that the Pen of Alshurst was just a pen; how could it possibly teach him how to write stories?

Upon seeing such a long, smug passage, Inszangwell instantly lost all expression. He grabbed the quill pen again and threw it to the ground with a snap.

That's just right!

This broken pen has been like this lately; it not only writes strange sentences but also mocks him and even uses linguistic traps to trick him.

How awful!!!

(End of this chapter)