Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 123 The True Creator: Tingen, even a dog wouldn't go!

"Damn it, you're going to hold me back, you're going to hold me back, you're going to hold me back!"

Ron was furious. He frantically gouged out his own eyeballs, pried out the Insight ability that replaced his left eye, threw it on the ground with a "thud," and stomped on it twice.

However, this was of little use, because his left eye was merely a manifestation of the Insightful trait existing within him.

The true nature lies hidden deeper, something those two guys achieved by using the "original" persona.

To get rid of these two annoying guys, you'll at least need to return to your original, complete state.

"Exactly, Fatty, teach that narcissist a lesson! If it weren't for him, we might have succeeded by now!"

A despicable voice came from the blond boy's right cheek, and the Celestial Venerable's will, never one to shy away from a good show, shouted.

"Shut up too! The fact that He cut off the ritual so quickly and refused our help is definitely related to your image and laughter!"

However, these despicable words reignited the blond boy's anger. He reached out his small hand, dug out the "Miracle Worker" trait that had replaced his own heart, and threw it to the ground with a "thud."

In this black and white world, blood is splattered everywhere, and eyeballs and hearts are writhing and crawling on the ground, resembling a ritual site for sacrificing to demons.

"Fatball, have some shame! You need evidence to back up your claims. Why don't you question yourself?"

"That's right, Sothos, my will clearly senses that He severed the connection because He saw your expression, and it had nothing to do with the two of us!"

"It's not your fault you're ugly, but it's wrong of you to go out and scare people!"

The words of the primordial will, "very dissatisfied," followed. His silence during this period allowed him to steadily improve his ability to mock people, to the point that the great Ron Sothoth's face twitched, and in a fit of impotent rage, he kicked the eyeballs on the ground twice more.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's definitely because of the two of you!"

The blond boy's expression twisted, but he stubbornly retorted.

Ron's original plan was to use his own corruption to transmit his will to the "true creator" and reason with him to negotiate terms.

If the other party isn't some "ancient sun god" wielding His authority to show off, then let Him go. But if He really is that show-off, then teach Him a lesson first, and then we can talk about the terms.

But as Roselle the Great said, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

To the great "Endless Wisdom's" surprise, as soon as his will entered, the deity used its own half-madness to cleanse the pollution with the power of its primordial will.

This ruined his plan.

However, this time it wasn't entirely fruitless, because the failure made Ron realize that the two bastards inside him weren't as bad as they seemed!

They have a certain power to influence the real world!

Perhaps the two of them are secretly plotting something unknown to anyone right now!

"Pah! You dog!"

"It's really the Heavenly Venerable One attacking the airship—so cunning!"

The blond-haired boy cursed under his breath, and using his knowledge and understanding of the world, he created a proverb to vent his frustration.

The snap of fingers rang out again, causing the faint sound of a illusory clock ticking to emanate from the void, turning back the clock in the house by one minute.

The bloody mess on the ground turned into golden specks of light with Ron's snap of his fingers and returned to his body.

The black and white world shattered instantly, and Mr. Z's prayer echoed in the blond boy's ears once more.

"Creator of all things, the shadow is the master behind the scenes, the fallen nature of all living beings—I beseech you to send forth divine pronouncements to guide these lost sheep!"

The Aurora Mission's messenger prayed loudly once more, unaware that he had already completed a ritual, and continued to faithfully convey his humble request to the ears of the deity he believed in.

However, this time the "true creator" did not respond, leaving Mr. Z with his arms raised for nearly three minutes, leaving him awkwardly standing there.

"Mr. Patterson, is the great Creator too busy to deal with you?"

Just then, the mentally challenged young man, whose body was covered in protective charms, looked around and made his own deduction!

I don't have time for you!

This unreliable deduction was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing Mr. Z's fragile heart.

As an Aurora Society fanatic, there is no more hurtful and malicious statement than "God does not care about me".

"Well, to receive a response from a great being, one must have enough patience!"

"In the realm of mysticism, failure is not something to be ashamed of."

The Aurora Envoy took a couple of breaths to regain his composure. Although he didn't know why the "Master" hadn't responded, the mystical seminar still had to continue.

As Mr. Z changed the subject, the atmosphere in the meeting room returned to normal, and the strangeness from before was no longer visible.

"Ron."

"What's wrong, Melissa? Nothing's wrong, we can go now."

Seeing the hesitant girl in front of him, the blond boy nodded slightly, pointed to the door, and indicated that he could leave now.

Melissa was slightly taken aback when she saw Ron's expression. She pursed her lips, but ultimately decided not to ask about what she had observed.

She turned around and turned the doorknob as instructed by the blond boy, easily opening the door.

Upon seeing this, the three girls were overjoyed and, pulling the blond boy behind them, quickly ran out of the house.

As for Mr. Z and the members of the seminar, they were unaware of their presence, as if they had never been there.

The warm morning sun shone on the three girls who had run out, greatly dispelling their fear.

"Actually, I don't think the seminar just now was that scary."

Elizabeth, who was at the very front, stretched out her palm, feeling the warmth of the sunlight, and turned around to express her opinion.

"Yes, Elizabeth, you're right, but I'll never touch these things again!"

Selena agreed with her friend's words, and she clenched her little fist to express her determination.

"Actually, there wasn't much to it at the seminar; it was just that the atmosphere wasn't very friendly."

Melissa, who could vaguely see the fleshy arm, first looked at Ron, whom she was holding, and then echoed her friend's opinion.

She was more perceptive than her best friend, and she remembered everything, from the sudden shift in atmosphere to the strange development that later returned to normal.

However, since her little "teacher" indicated that she should ask again when she got back, she naturally wouldn't ask here.

(End of this chapter)