Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 125 Even Fools Don't Sleep

"Ron, that's amazing! It can even move!"

"Hmph, what's the big deal? I can make it even bigger!"

As he spoke, the blond boy lightly raised his finger and drew a simple symbol on the paper using spiritual materials. The ball of light floating on the desk rapidly expanded, and the light it emitted grew brighter and brighter.

Melissa's eyes sparkled; clearly, this magical scene had captivated her.

"Ron, why isn't it as bright as a gas lamp? The materials you used must have been very expensive."

Melissa poked the ball of light with her finger and suddenly realized a serious problem.

That is, as the blond boy just said, it's a mystical ritual related to lighting.

However, this product, which requires a lot of effort and uses expensive materials, is simply not as good as a gas wall lamp that provides illumination nearby.

"If you want it to light up the whole room, you'll need more expensive materials and a much larger quantity."

"Then it's completely meaningless; the occult is so boring!"

When Melissa heard about the more expensive materials, her expression immediately changed. Clearly, she had little interest in something that was inefficient and a waste of money.

"So, Melissa, do you want to learn? I can teach you, for free!"

"No, Ron, I still think machines and gears suit me better!"

The girl shook her head firmly in her heart and chose the thing she was most interested in.

"Alright, Melissa, let's start with simple differential equations tonight. After all, computation is essential to making any progress in this area!"

"I'm fine."

Upon meeting the pretty girl, the blond boy, having chosen his own "destiny," let out a wicked laugh and began to enthusiastically tutor her.

But not long after, just as Ron was talking animatedly and excitedly, he suddenly felt someone openly spying on him.

"Hmph ╯^╰, you're courting death!!!"

The great ruler of time and space immediately snorted disdainfully. Just as he was about to display his symbolism as a pillar, he suddenly remembered something and stopped his actions.

His gaze swept across all the bathrooms in the Moretti family home, and sure enough, he found Klein in one of them.

"Has he always been this brave?"

In the silence, the primordial will voiced its doubts in Ron's mind.

"I'm suddenly starting to admire this guy!"

The will of the Celestial Venerable also expressed its own opinion.

As for the blond boy who was being primarily spied on, he made no comment. He pondered for a few seconds with a blank expression, but ultimately did not retaliate, allowing the great Fool to escape with his life once again.

"Melissa, let's move on to the next topic!"

Silently making a mental note of this, the blond boy continued explaining mathematical concepts to the pretty girl.

Above the gray fog, a majestic palace, like the dwelling place of a giant, stood tall and imposing.

Mr. Fool sat at the head of the long bronze table, his eyes closed, holding a piece of parchment in his hand, clearly engaged in dream divination.

As an extraordinary being who had fully digested the Diviner's Potion, his spirituality and the information he obtained through divination had been greatly enhanced.

Therefore, he was full of confidence in his divination skills.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Fool opened his eyes and sat silently on the bronze chair.

"Why is it really just learning math problems?!"

After a long while, above the silent gray fog came Mr. Fool's painful cry.

It's not that he didn't want to see such a scene, but rather that the math problem the blond boy was explaining was currently echoing in his mind, making the keyboard mathematician truly understand what it felt like to not have enough brainpower.

Feeling the remaining spiritual energy and his drowsy, sleep-loving mind, Mr. Fool remained silent for a while, lost in thought. Then, he enveloped himself with his spiritual energy, simulating the feeling of falling, and returned to the real world.

"Go to bed early, wake up early, and stay away from math!"

Klein sighed inwardly, went back to his room, and fell asleep immediately.

late at night.

Inside a guest room at Moretti's house.

The red moon tonight is exceptionally round, like a shy maiden hiding behind the clouds to avoid the naked gaze of the blond boy.

Ron stood with his hands behind his back by the window. He raised his head to check the time, then looked at the voyeur next door who was fast asleep and sighed deeply.

His Lord Ron Sothos was always one to seek revenge, and being stared at in that manner for so long was something he simply couldn't tolerate.

"Sigh, Klein, I'm doing this for your own good, so don't blame me!"

The blond boy sighed dramatically, sat on the bed, and began to chant the name of Mr. Fool, swinging his short legs.

Over the course of these weeks, he discovered that the great Fool would always go to listen to and respond to anyone's prayers, no matter who they were addressing.

As an omniscient and all-seeing being of boundless wisdom, Ron could naturally see that the prayers Klein was currently receiving were beyond his control.

Therefore, he could only log in to Source Castle and personally respond to each of the messages linked to Source Castle in order to quell the "voices" associated with Source Castle.

Therefore, this is a "divine punishment" from endless wisdom!

"Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, you are the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune, I beg you, I beg you to grant me a good dream!"

"Who!? Who's speaking!?"

Klein Moretti, sitting next door, stared wide-eyed at the bloodshot man in bed. He sat up abruptly and quickly looked around to see who dared to disturb his slumber.

After scanning the area, the guy suddenly realized something, looked at the four dots slightly raised on the back of his hand, and rubbed his eyes.

"Who is it? In the middle of the night, aren't you asleep?!"

Mr. Fool muttered a curse in his heart with a twisted expression, then got out of bed, took four steps backward, and logged into the Source Castle.

The magnificent and ancient palace stood silently, while the figure shrouded in gray mist pointed his finger at the crimson star that was constantly rippling.

Upon seeing the scene inside and the short figure, Mr. Fool was speechless for a moment.

"Why should I give you a good dream when you, a 'nightmare,' don't even need to sleep?!"

Recalling his identity as a little kid, Klein mentally scoffed, then ignored it and returned to the real world.

I lay back in bed, pulled the covers up, and used meditation techniques to fall asleep again.

Ten minutes later

"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog."

Mr. Fool opened his bloodshot eyes wide again and sat up abruptly in bed.

Tonight, some are happy while others are sad; it is destined to be a night where no one can sleep peacefully.

(End of this chapter)