Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 118 Believe a little, it's free anyway.

"Slurp."

After wiping away the drool that had involuntarily spilled out, the man, who ranked at the very bottom among the Aurora Envoys, brightened his eyes slightly and put on a pretentious, amiable demeanor.

As one of the few outstanding individuals in the Aurora Society who possesses good looks, intelligence, and devout faith, Mr. Z's discerning eye needs no further explanation; he immediately recognized the young man who held a sacred place in his heart.

That sense of sacred inviolability made him awkward and hesitant, as if he were facing a god who was both attainable and unattainable.

At that moment, the divine messenger was absolutely certain that the image of the "Lord" he believed in should be just like this.

"It would be even better if he were an adult; getting him into the Aurora Club would be a huge achievement!!!"

Unlike Mr. A's absolute devotion to the "true creator," Mr. Z's way of thinking appears more utilitarian.

Of course, this is not to say that he was not devout or his faith was not firm enough. Rather, there were twenty-one other divine messengers of equal status ahead of him, and a large number of lower- and middle-level members behind him who wanted to obtain his divine messenger status.

In order to maintain his identity as a divine messenger and to uphold this honor bestowed by the "Lord" himself, Mr. Z had to frequently organize missionary activities to demonstrate his devout faith in the "true Creator".

Now, this gentleman, who frequently caused infighting within the Aurora Club, realizes that his opportunity has finally arrived.

This is different from the divine child's descent into the vessel that we encountered by chance a week ago; this is a true achievement that belongs to him!

"I will climb to the top step by step!"

"Ha, A, just you wait! I'll replace you sooner or later!"

Mr. Z's lofty ideals flashed through his mind, and he was very motivated to put them into practice.

"Well, now that everyone's here, let's begin!"

Brown eyes swept over the boy with a holy aura once more, and the underdog envoy coughed lightly, announcing the official start of this occult seminar.

"Melissa, maybe we should leave. I don't feel safe here!"

The seminar had just begun when Elizabeth, with her adorable baby fat, grabbed the arm of the pretty young girl and started to back out.

She was terrified of the occult because of her vivid memory of what happened on Selena's birthday.

"Elizabeth, you must believe in science, believe in steam gears and bearings; those are the ladders of human progress."

"And mysticism is simply a phenomenon that science cannot explain!"

Melissa remained steadfast in the face of her friend's persuasion, instead grasping her hand and calming Elizabeth's emotions with very rational words.

"But Melissa, the goddess of steam and machinery."

However, before Melissa could utter any grand pronouncements about giant ships and cannons or modern industrial development, Elizabeth's hesitant voice brought her back to reality.

Right, if mysticism is a phenomenon that science cannot explain, then what the hell is the god of steam and machinery?

This deity, who has driven industrial development and made human civilization advance by leaps and bounds since two hundred years ago, seems to have a completely different style from other deities.

Facing one of the seven orthodox deities in the world, Melissa opened her mouth slightly, hesitated again and again, but in the end she couldn't say anything.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

"Melissa, didn't you already say that steam gears are the ladder of human progress, and that the essence of the god of steam machinery corresponds to this!"

Ron snorted when he saw Melissa's embarrassed look. He didn't care about that and directly and frankly revealed the essence of one of the seven orthodox gods.

The blond boy's undisguised voice instantly silenced the previously lively atmosphere, and the members who were exchanging occult knowledge all shut their mouths, their scalps tingling, their eyes wide, staring at Ron in disbelief.

Is this something that a complete novice like us, who's just starting out in the mysticism field, should listen to?

This is something we mere mortals can discuss openly!

We're all noobs, so why are you spouting such amazing nonsense?!

Seeing the scrutinizing gazes from the gentlemen and ladies, Melissa quickly shielded Ron, who was "acting up again," behind her and smiled apologetically.

"Steam above, child, while the study of the mysticism requires hypotheses and boldness, your views are somewhat inappropriate. Gods are not something we can discuss."

The reception room fell silent for a while, until a kind old gentleman finally broke the silence with his words.

He gave Ron a mild reprimand, trying to steer the conversation away from the sensitive topic.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

But the blond boy didn't appreciate it, he just gave an arrogant snort and refused to talk to this group of fools.

Your IQs are insufficient; the great Ron Sothos would find it difficult to communicate with you!

"Ha, Mr. Peel, I actually find this young man's point of view quite interesting. The study of the occult requires such bold assumptions."

Just then, a male voice rang out, causing the extremely arrogant Lord Ron to slightly raise his eyelids and glance at the speaker.

However, this one look had an important meaning; it caused the great and boundless wisdom to stir and straighten its back.

The man who spoke in support of Ron was wearing a black wizard's robe with gold foil prints on the cuffs and collar. The robe itself was covered with secret symbols "invented" by Emperor Roselle.

On his chest and wrists hung amulets of different deities and small objects with mysterious symbols.

"Night, sun, storm, knowledge, earth, steam, war god."

Ron's eyelids twitched slightly at the sight of the symbols and magical markings on these amulets, which was enough to prove that they were not fakes.

The blond boy thought that someone like Klein, who received a salary from the Goddess of the Night and secretly became an "evil god" to build his own clandestine organization, was already brave enough.

I never expected to meet someone even more valiant than him today.

"Uh, which god do you worship?"

Upon seeing this, Ron pursed his lips and asked the man opposite him curiously.

"Oh, actually, many people ask me the same question when they first meet me."

The gentleman who had strongly supported Ron smiled dismissively, then said hesitantly:

"Actually, my main faith is in the goddess of the night."

"main!?"

The blond boy sensed the uncertainty in the other person's words.

"That's right, the main thing!"

"According to my research, each of the seven deities in the world today has its own strengths and weaknesses!"

"This has led to a rather unbalanced use of them, so in order to avoid any weaknesses, I choose to have them all!"

"Since it's free if you don't go to their church, there's no harm in believing a little!"

"Just like in the port city of Intis, some people not only believe in the eternal sun, but also secretly worship the Lord of Storms!"

(End of this chapter)