Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 114 Melissa noticed something was wrong

The midday sun slid westward, its warm rays bathing the horizon, causing the blond boy, who had just won another card game, to stretch lazily.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his smooth, golden hair and adding a touch of sanctity to the boy's refined features.

Compared to Klein's busy day, Ron's life was like that of a parasite.

This evil god, relying on his deceptively charming appearance, lived a life of luxury and disrespect for the goddess of night.

"Ron, are you coming back with me today?"

As the end of the workday approached, a voice that sounded very familiar to the blond-haired boy came from the doorway. Without turning around, he knew it was the voice of the corporate slave, Klein.

This gentleman had just returned from his martial arts instructor's class that afternoon, and frankly, in his situation, he could simply go home after get off work.

But for the extra pound a week, he still made the trip again despite the hardship.

I'm not doing this for the money; I'm just worried this guy might cause some serious trouble here...

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the man, who didn't care about money, muttered to himself.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

However, the blond boy scoffed at the question from the night watchman, showing no respect whatsoever to the guy who had insulted him that morning.

Seeing this, Klein wasn't in a hurry. He leaned against the door and made sarcastic remarks in a smug tone.

"Sigh~ There's really no other way. It seems someone will have to sleep on a makeshift bed and clean themselves up in a place without hot water or a bathroom."

"Oh dear, I seem to have forgotten the most important thing. Not only are there no bedtime desserts here, but there are also bedtime stories that will make you feel bad all day long~"

Klein's words were like a curse; with each utterance, the blond boy's face darkened further.

"Enough! Stop talking, I'll go back with you."

Days passed by like this, one after another.

Two weeks have passed since Klein Moretti completed that arduous task.

During these two weeks, the guy's life was fulfilling and peaceful, and he did not coincidentally encounter any more dangerous or extraordinary events.

If everything he had experienced before wasn't so vivid in his mind, if he hadn't visited so many rental associations without finding any clues about the Red Chimney house, and if he didn't have to take an annoying little kid with him to and from get off work every day, he would have forgotten everything that had happened before and started to cherish his current peaceful life.

He received a high salary every week, and his daily work consisted of studying occult knowledge and training with a martial arts instructor. In his spare time, he would go to the fortune teller's club to tell fortunes and to the rental association to investigate red chimney houses.

Such a busy yet peaceful life is something to yearn for.

As for the Tarot sessions, they were held twice during this period, but neither yielded much benefit. Russell's "little yellow book" was like something that could only be encountered by chance, always making Mr. Fool "unable to stop".

As for Ron, he's just a big freeloader, nothing much to say about him. All he does every day is eat and drink for free and play cards.

During this period, the only conclusion he could draw was that the Goddess of the Night's "soft rice" was really delicious.

"Ron, you're amazing! How did you do that?!"

A sweet voice rang out, and Melissa looked at the boy's painting with curiosity and exclaimed in amazement.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, a majestic and powerful dragon had been drawn on the blank sheet of paper.

The dragon was soaring in the sky, its scales exquisite and angular, and its body covered with twisted and mysterious symbols, though they were quite blurry, as if the artist had deliberately left them incomplete.

Hmph, ╯^╰.

Ron heard the girl's praise and smugly hummed to himself.

With just a little effort from my boundless wisdom, I can easily gain the worship of humankind!

"Melissa, it's nothing. As long as you know enough, you can do it easily too."

"Hmph, Ron, you always say things like that. A painting like this can't be created just by knowing a lot of things!"

Upon hearing the blond boy's remarks, Melissa Moretti sighed deeply and immediately retorted loudly, disregarding her image.

Since this guy moved into their house, there have been countless similar comments.

From simple arithmetic to astronomy and geography, Ron always manages to come up with some very informative knowledge whenever the topic comes up at the dinner table.

What Melissa found even more incredible was that this boy, who looked even younger than her, would actually tutor her with her homework!

She still remembers the scene: her two older brothers were watching this scene with wide-eyed astonishment.

When faced with difficult topics, the blond boy explained them quickly and well, even more clearly and easily than the teacher in class.

However, although Ron is good in every way, he sometimes gets too engrossed in his lectures. In such cases, he would even drag her to stay up late to study the content in the textbook that the teacher had not yet covered.

Thanks to the blond boy, Melissa Moretti was already a legend in the Steam and Mechanical Engineering Department of Tingen Technical School, and was known as the "other people's child".

"Melissa, I'm not lying to you. If you knew everything about the world, then you would have the power to control everything in the world!"

"Ron, you're talking nonsense again, and what you're saying is something only gods could do!"

The girl's voice was still sweet, but its sweetness couldn't suppress her desire to make sarcastic remarks.

"Hmph ╯^╰, gods are nothing but ants. Ugh. Ugh."

"Hey, you can't just say things like that!"

When Melissa saw the boy beside her start saying strange things again, she immediately stood up and covered his mouth, fearing that his words might displease some god.

"Sigh~ This must be what Emperor Roselle meant by 'chuunibyou' (middle school syndrome)."

The pretty girl sighed inwardly and released her hand from Ron's.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

Seeing the girl beside him looking timid, the blond boy scoffed dismissively and didn't say much.

"Ron, you seem to know a lot about the occult?"

"Of course, feel free to ask me any questions!"

"Melissa, why are you asking this? Aren't you only interested in mechanical springs, bearings, and gears?"

Before the atmosphere in the living room could return to normal, Melissa Moretti's sweet voice rang in Ron's ears.

The topic she brought up made Ron a little suspicious. Having known this girl for so long, he was quite familiar with her personality.

The other person is simply not cut out for studying mysticism, and has absolutely no interest in it.

"Ron, tell me honestly, has Klein been studying the occult lately?"

Before the blond boy could ask any further questions, Melissa took the initiative to inquire about her brother's current situation.

(End of this chapter)