Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 11 Looking

"Yes, Miss Hazel, the con artist's abilities are quite fitting for its name."

"The Scammer's Potion enhances the user's charisma, making your words highly persuasive and allowing you to create illusions to deceive your opponents."

"However, taking the con artist's potion doesn't mean you've become a con artist who enjoys deceiving others. Digesting the potion is just acting, and you can only be yourself."

After offering a word of comfort to Hazel, whose brow was furrowed, Ron, like a knowledgeable scholar, elegantly introduced the next sequence.

"Sequence Seven, Decryption Scholar"

"The extraordinary individuals in this sequence are no longer indistinguishable from thieves and swindlers; they have acquired extraordinary abilities that surpass those of ordinary people."

"First, knowledge of occultism."

"Secondly, spiritual intuition is enhanced."

"Thirdly, the ability to observe, associate, and deduce has been improved."

"This allows a mystery scholar to reconstruct the truth of an occult event from the smallest clues or to predict how things will develop."

"Furthermore, it can analyze many mysteries such as dreams and illusions, and even locate enemies through analysis."

Hearing this, the girl's eyes gradually lit up; the extraordinary abilities Ron described perfectly matched her aesthetic.

"Mr. Ron, who's next?"

The girl became even more interested and asked in her pleasant voice.

"Next is Sequence Six, the Firebringer."

"At this stage, extraordinary individuals can not only steal material things, but also steal the extraordinary abilities of other extraordinary individuals!"

"This, this is truly amazing!"

Hazel gasped in surprise, but she quickly realized that such behavior did not conform to the etiquette she had been taught since childhood.

She quickly raised her hand to cover her wide-open mouth, but her slightly widened brown eyes still silently conveyed her inner excitement.

"Sequence Five, The Dream Thief"

"The main ability is to take away other people's ideals and dreams."

"This is essentially an enhancement of theft."

"Such extraordinary individuals can steal other people's memories and steal their ideas that they are about to put into practice, causing them to be momentarily stunned. However, they cannot retain the stolen ideas during this stage and must take corresponding actions on behalf of the stolen object."

After hearing Ron's description of Sequence Five, Hazel became even more excited, because she never imagined that theft could develop in this direction.

This made her face flush with excitement as she entered the extraordinary realm. Her posture became noticeably more upright, and her attention became more focused.

Because the next sequence is Sequence Four, and her teacher is at that level. According to her teacher, this is the level of a demigod, and there are very few powerful extraordinary beings in the entire kingdom!

Seeing Hazel's subtle gesture, Ron's smile widened even more. He adjusted his gold-rimmed monocle and continued slowly.

"Sequence Four, Parasite".

Hazel's thoughts froze for a moment, wondering if she had misheard, because the name sounded so chilling.

"At this stage, the Extraordinary beings are no longer incomplete mythical creatures, but simply human. They can differentiate into 'Time Worms,' which 'parasitize' their targets, absorbing their life force and extraordinary characteristics."

"However, as far as I know, these extraordinary individuals are very good at disguising and deceiving. They always present themselves as limited strongmen or severely injured victims who can only recover with the help of others, and then parasitize them at the right time."

"This is also a form of role-playing!"

"They often incite those who help them to become thieves."

"Mr. Ron, why is it the thief's route?"

Hazel managed to keep her composure, somewhat unable to believe her subconscious suspicions, after all, her teacher was so kind.

"Heh, because extraordinary beings of the same path are excellent parasitic hosts. They will nurture their victims little by little, like cultivating a humanoid potion."

"They watch as they grow stronger, without giving the victims much occult knowledge, until the time is right, at which point the parasite will infest the victim's body."

"Draining their nutrients, life, and extraordinary characteristics, until finally, the parasite will completely replace your existence. Your body will become his body, your identity will become his identity, and your family, parents, brothers and sisters will all become his."

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Recalling what little Mr. Ron had said, Hazel walked out of the café in a daze.

She didn't listen carefully to the following sequence names; instead, she kept replaying a few words in her mind. Even her casual conversation with Ron after the topic ended seemed absent-minded.

"The parasite cultivates humanoid potions, but does not impart mystical knowledge; it replaces the host..."

Hazel could hardly believe her own thoughts, or rather, she couldn't believe that the source of her pride, the teacher she admired, was planning to parasitize her.

"Well, maybe I'm just imagining things. My teacher has always been guiding me, and hasn't been parasitizing me..."

The girl bit her lip, torn between her beloved teacher and Mr. Ron, whom she had only known for a short time but with whom she felt an instant connection, like a good friend.

This put her in a very difficult position, unsure of which side to believe.

Perhaps she should trust herself more?

"How naive!"

"They're so easy to fool!"

"How foolish!"

"It only takes a tiny bit of knowledge to gain her trust."

"Just a few insignificant words are enough to open the door to her mental body."

"It only takes a tiny, insignificant trick to find out the location of that divine creature."

Ron sat in a chair in the coffee shop, gazing at the distraught Hazel. His once bright smile had faded, and his golden eyes now held an air of authority and coldness.

He had already figured out the details about that illiterate occultist, and the Celestial Venerable's advice had been invaluable in the process.

Because it was one of His few pleasures to often deceive the ignorant and weak, and watch them collapse and despair, becoming His clones or puppets.

He pushed up his monocle on the bridge of his nose, snapped his fingers, and followed the girl out of the coffee shop.

He didn't go to the counter to pay, and the clerk didn't stop the customer who skipped out on the bill. It was as if Ron was in another world, and no one could perceive him.

He watched as Hazel walked aimlessly down the street.

He watched as Hazel got into an empty taxi.

He watched as Hazel entered a rather large detached house.

He watched her listlessly eating dinner with her parents.

I watched as she changed her clothes and lay on the bed, looking preoccupied.

The crimson moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a thin veil over the bed in the bedroom.

In July, Backlund was hot at night. Although the sun was obscured by a hazy smog, which Ron jokingly called the "historical fog," the temperature did not drop much.

Ron looked at the girl who seemed to be fast asleep, just watching her quietly...

Suddenly, the girl with long, wavy, dark green hair opened her eyes. She quickly threw off the covers and found a small lady's pistol hidden in a secret compartment in the room.

Hazel changed out of her pajamas into clothes that would allow her to move around easily at night. After checking them several times, she took a deep breath and, as if she had made up her mind, climbed out of the window and left the house.

She wanted to test the waters with the teacher, to see if she truly saw herself as a parasitic object, a backup body.

(End of this chapter)