Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 120 He doesn't want to see the Lord but still wants to leave!?

"Mr. Patterson, how can I cooperate with you?"

"No, you don't need to do anything on your own initiative!"

After glancing once more at the idiot who was just as stupid as the curly-haired baboon, Mr. Z rejected Garridge's overly enthusiastic request.

"No, even a curly-haired baboon isn't as stupid as him!"

In the world of mysticism, Garridge's behavior is quite dangerous, as repeatedly switching between the beliefs of seven gods is not something an ordinary person can do.

And the fact that the other party has survived until now despite such a suicidal act is truly hard to say, as it's hard to say which deity is protecting him.

"Mr. Garridge, I am not like the most famous fortune teller in Tingen; what I specialize in are occult rituals!"

"A truly magical ritual, belonging to the extraordinary realm!"

Mr. Z's scrutinizing gaze swept over the surroundings, taking in the reactions of everyone in front of him. Then, he nodded in satisfaction and continued:

"Extraordinary abilities do exist in this world. They exist in our lives, in corners we are unaware of. As long as one masters the correct knowledge of mysticism, even an ordinary person can utilize them!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to witness this amazing scene?"

The words, spoken with a distinctive rhythm and intonation, stirred the emotions of all the participants in the seminar and piqued their interest.

Their eyes shone brightly, their fists clenched, and their bodies trembled with excitement as they answered Mr. Z's question in unison.

"think!"

Seeing that the seminar had finally gotten down to business, Mr. Z's lips curled up slightly, very satisfied that he had pulled the atmosphere back from that funny guy.

Although he used the extraordinary power of magical artifacts, as long as he achieved his goal of "inciting" these people to perform the ritual with him, he would consider his mission accomplished!

"Alright everyone, let's begin!"

"To perform a magical ritual, one must have the name of a corresponding great being. As we all know, chanting the name of an unknown being in mysticism is quite dangerous, but I have a being that I can safely point to."

"He is the Creator who created everything. He did not actually divide into all things, but fell into slumber, slumbering within the hearts and bodies of each of us!"

The divine messenger seized the opportunity to promote the Aurora Society's beliefs, speaking fervently about his area of ​​expertise.

The seminar members who had been "incited" listened quietly and intently, as if they had obtained something they had always wanted. Not one of them stood up to refute Mr. Z's views, which contradicted those of the Church of the Seven Gods.

"Melissa, Selena, I think we have to get out of here!"

The sudden shift in atmosphere within the meeting room filled Elizabeth with a bad feeling. Just moments before, the atmosphere had been lighthearted and humorous, but now it was filled with a strange and eerie feeling.

It's as if everyone here is a puppet, performing a real-life puppet show with the four of them.

Her face paled slightly, and she immediately gripped the arms of her two best friends, trying to pull them away from there.

"Elizabeth, you're right, I also feel like something's not quite right!"

Melissa Moretti's body trembled slightly at this moment.

Unaffected by her extraordinary abilities, she felt frightened by the atmosphere. Although she didn't know the reason, she dared not delve deeper under these circumstances.

The pretty girl was filled with regret, feeling that taking Ron to buy a dress would have been a hundred times, a thousand times better than staying here!

"At least, we won't encounter any strange or dangerous things!"

Looking around at the seminar participants, the sudden surge of fervor and their uniform expressions and movements, the girl gritted her teeth, stretched out her hand, and grabbed the blond boy who was half a head shorter than her, as if to tell him not to be afraid.

"Yes, I'm so sorry, Melissa, Elizabeth, I... I really didn't know this would happen."

As the instigator of all this, Selena, who benefited from Melissa's influence, was also unaffected by the "instigation".

The sixteen-year-old girl also felt fear at this moment. She lowered her head in guilt and murmured an apology to her two friends.

"It's okay, Selena. We can sneak away like we did with the lecture last time. Just remember this lesson: don't believe these things again!"

Seeing her friend's ashamed expression, Melissa didn't dwell on it too much. She first comforted her and then gave her a lecture like an adult.

"Let's get out of here first!"

In just a few words, they reached a consensus, perfectly ignoring the blond boy who was a head shorter than them.

Elizabeth got up first and, taking advantage of the dim lighting in the meeting room, carefully moved her feet, afraid of making the slightest sound and attracting the attention of the seminar members.

Melissa, holding Ron and Selena's hands, followed closely behind. She mimicked Elizabeth's cautious movements, holding her breath as she walked towards the open door to the reception room.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The dimly lit second-floor corridor, illuminated by candlelight, resembled a road leading to freedom, bringing a hint of joy to the faces of Melissa and her two companions as they drew closer.

But at that very moment, just a few steps away from the doorway to the reception room.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridor. The footsteps were loud and clattering, making the ground seem to shake. In just a few breaths, they reached the doorway.

The sudden change startled the three girls, causing them to catch their breath and immediately stop in their tracks, too afraid to move forward.

Faint sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, illuminating the reception room, which also used candles for lighting.

In the dim light, Melissa Moretti's eyes widened slightly. She seemed to see an arm without skin, covered with blood-red muscle fibers, slamming the door to the reception room shut with a bang, leaving a trail of afterimages!

He slammed the door shut!

The pounding of their hearts suddenly intensified, telling of the fear and helplessness of the three ordinary girls at that moment.

Where are you going?

"Sneaking out of a mystical seminar is not something a good kid should do!"

The hoarse voice made Melissa and the other two turn pale, tremble, and dare not turn around to look back.

The Aurora Envoy had now abandoned his warm demeanor and looked at the four mice that were trying to sneak away with a cold gaze.

"Yes, Mr. Patterson is right, what a great opportunity this is!"

"It would be a shame to miss out!"

"Little ones, stay!"

"Leaving without saying goodbye is not the mark of a good child."

One admonition after another rang out, like whispers from the abyss. The members of the seminar did not condemn Mr. Z's behavior.

They seemed to be captivated by his personal charm, and were actually helping him to "enthusiastically" persuade Ron and the others to stay.

In this eerie and bizarre atmosphere, Melissa managed to crumple the blond boy's sleeve into a ball.

(End of this chapter)