Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 117 The Divine Messenger is Very Shy

"Melissa, who is this little cutie?"

Making way and stepping aside, Elizabeth noticed Ron following behind the pretty young girl.

Upon seeing the young man, her eyes brightened slightly, as if she had seen some rare treasure.

"Elizabeth, let me introduce you. This is Ron, whom I've been talking about with you a lot lately."

Seeing her friend's puzzled expression, Melissa smugly hummed twice before uttering Ron's famous name.

"What?! He's Ron?!"

The blonde girl was quite surprised by Melissa's words. Her eyes widened slightly, and she exclaimed in astonishment.

"But didn't you say Ron was terrible? He forces you to do really difficult math problems, and you're not allowed to sleep until you finish them. He also always checks your homework and even assigns you extra practice problems!"

"How could such a terrifying person be... how could this be?"

Elizabeth's chubby face instantly paled as she blurted out her own stereotypes without restraint.

She had intended to say that such a terrifying person must look very scary, like those strict professors in school.

But she stopped herself from speaking, because she had already seen the blond boy's scrutinizing gaze and the way he pushed up his monocle.

"Elizabeth, is there a problem?"

Faced with her best friend's astonishment, Melissa, who was already a top student, asked a question without realizing it. Her tone implied that they were no longer the same, which made Elizabeth, an average student, chuckle awkwardly.

"It's nothing, I was just overthinking it."

"Welcome, Ron!"

The blonde girl smiled and welcomed the man who had left a deep impression on her.

The three of them then went directly into the three-story detached house without lingering.

As soon as Ron entered the house, the world before his eyes instantly darkened, and a gloomy and gray atmosphere rushed towards him, "warmly" "welcoming" the three visitors.

On this bright and sunny morning, the interior of this house remained dimly lit, with the sunlight blocked by thick curtains, as if this place belonged to another world.

Looking at the white candles casting a faint, yellowish glow on the light fixtures on either side of the wall in the lobby on the first floor, Melissa Moretti suddenly shivered.

I shivered in the summer heat of July.

The retro, dimly lit living room layout and the eerie, chilling atmosphere always reminded her of the haunted castle scenes that frequently appeared in the novels of Emperor Roselle.

"Mei, Melissa, Selena are on the second floor, let's hurry and go find her!"

Elizabeth shrank back as she once again felt the chilly atmosphere in the lobby.

She always felt as if there were invisible eyes watching her in this place, which made her scalp tingle slightly.

"Hmph, how interesting."

The blond boy, who looked to be the youngest, didn't react much. He simply pushed up his gold monocle and muttered something to himself.

From the outside, when Melissa pointed to the house, his gaze had already noticed the unusual atmosphere, and this gathering of gloomy emotions immediately roused the blond boy.

He had sensed this aura elsewhere, at that secret gathering in Backlund last month—it was the aura of the true Creator!

Ron was deeply impressed by the gathering, after all, Mr. A was so hospitable that he almost personally led him to the Lord he believed in.

Thinking of this, the blond boy pushed up his monocle again, causing the lens to reflect a sharp white light in the dim environment.

He had not yet performed the ritual pointing to the true Creator, and now it seemed that someone had delivered themselves to him, so he didn't have to do it himself.

If the ritual is performed by the other party's followers, the chances of him following the clues will be much higher, rather than being detected by the other party from the beginning and thus encountering failure.

An evil thought flashed through Ron's mind, chilling the extraordinary nature of the primal will that was raging within him.

Realizing something was wrong, the guy immediately turned his gun around and began attacking Ron.

"Sothos, have some shame! You've abandoned all dignity and status to achieve your goals. Is this your despicable wisdom?"

"If you enjoy pretending to be weak, why don't you clean yourself up and obediently be offered up as a sacrifice before them?!"

"How are you any different from those shameless, unscrupulous guys like the Mysterious Ones?!"

"Enough! When you're arguing, can you please stop dragging me into every three sentences?!"

Upon hearing these words from the Primordial One, the Celestial Will, who had been watching the spectacle with a wide grin, immediately became displeased and spoke up to stop the Primordial Will from continuing its wondrous metaphor.

"That's right, in the beginning, I was just as shameless, shameless, despicable, and utterly shameless as the Dead Ghost..."

"You bastard, shut up too!!!"

The blond boy's answer further enraged the Celestial Venerable's will, causing him to roar in anger.

Ever since that argument about wisdom and authority, He has felt that the two dogs living within Him have started targeting Him intentionally or unintentionally.

That aloofness, that disdain emanating from a learned god, seemed genuine; it always made Him feel the coldness of this world.

"Hmph ╯^╰, you're both wicked and stupid, so don't blame others for using you as an example. That's the greatest function of your status and symbolism!"

The blond boy scoffed dismissively and retorted with a swift and forceful retort.

Then he pretended not to hear anything and unilaterally blocked out the old celestial being who had started to "talk nonsense" in his mind.

Ron shook his golden head slightly, his eyes sweeping over Melissa Moretti in front of him.

At that moment, he felt that Mr. Fool should really kowtow to him a few times atop the Source Castle to thank the great ruler of time and space for protecting his family.

Judging from Mr. A's fanatical nature, this "mystical gathering" convened by the Aurora Society is probably not so simple.

Pushing up his monocle, the blond boy followed the two girls into the second-floor reception room.

"Melissa, Elizabeth, you're here!"

As soon as he entered, Selena greeted him, but Ron's attention was not on her.

Because he could already feel the furtive gaze that was scrutinizing him like a slippery tentacle.

This caused the blond boy's expression to twist slightly. He looked up and gazed at the man sitting on the single sofa.

However, this gentleman was not as open and frank as Mr. A. Instead, he lowered his head subconsciously under Ron's gaze, appearing rather awkward.

"Most people at this aurora festival have some kind of serious illness!"

Second update today.

I haven't been in a good state lately and my writing feels a bit bland. I'm trying to adjust myself.

(End of this chapter)