Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 145 The So-Called True God

Such a "down-to-earth" guy is truly rare.

Recalling the Sequence Zeros He knew, Pales felt an urge to cry.

After all, this world is so cold and full of calculations. Even the seemingly irritable "tyrant" did not sit on the throne of Sequence Zero simply by luck and strength.

As for why Palez Zoroaster thought the blond boy was "honest," it was because his life was in the other boy's hands, and the boy was still negotiating with him.

"What kind and simple-minded person is this from the countryside!"

"Ha, old man, I can tell what you're thinking."

"However, I won't deny the existence of good things; they are what they are!"

"Although you are old and immoral, and you used to peep at your crush while she was taking a bath when you were a child, it's not such a bad habit."

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Pales Zoroastrian was speechless for a moment, feeling that if things continued like this, his secrets would be exposed to the other party. However, he dared not easily agree to the other party's request, because he did not know if the "opportunity" the other party mentioned would come with any additional conditions.

For example, it might require Him to sell His own body and soul!

The archangel of Sequence One's thoughts raced, and then he took a deep breath and asked a philosophical question.

"Who defines good and bad? Is it the Seven Gods? Or the laws of each country? Or common sense?"

"You talk too much nonsense. Of course, it's up to me to determine what's good and bad, not you, you old codger!"

"Whatever I endorse is justice; whatever I abhor is baseness and shamelessness; whatever I utter is the truth of the world; whatever my will conceives is the wisdom that carries the world!"

"."

Palez Zoroaster's pupils contracted slightly upon hearing these grand and authoritative words, followed by another moment of silence.

It's different, really different, even though He felt that the being before Him, who seemed to be a true god, was putting on airs.

But His tone and words did not sound like those of the Riddler, who was full of intrigue and scheming.

The world that trembled with His words, and the torrent of time that surged back like ocean waves, forced Pales Zoroastrian to reflect on whether He was too stingy and narrow-minded, or whether this "god" who was so serious and exactly the same as the one described in religious texts really existed.

Doesn't He have any ulterior motives? What is He plotting?

"Hmph, ╯^╰. Old man, your heart is truly filthy. I'll give you three seconds to choose, or you can go see your crush!"

The blond boy raised his eyelids, saw through the Time Worm's thoughts, and then gave a haughty hum, giving up on continuing to communicate with this seemingly intelligent Sequence One.

Because the other party was so stupid, they had so many thoughts and speculations in their mind about such a simple matter.

"Three, two"

"What do you need me to do?"

Upon hearing Ron's words, Palles Zoroaster felt as if his unrequited love, who had been dead for thousands of years, was beckoning to him.

Without hesitation, He quickly spoke up, indicating that He agreed to this deal, which seemed to offer very generous terms and was very much like a trap.

This is not because He was suspicious, nor because He overthought things, because in the Fourth Age, a maxim was popular among the gods, which was...

"Believe in the power of the gods, but not in their mercy!"

There was another saying that Palez Zoroaster had also heard, which was...

"Every gift of fate comes with a price already marked in secret."

Those true gods are all incredibly cunning, like the street vendors on Iron Cross Street who refuse to suffer any loss. If you cooperate with them once, they'll devour you completely, leaving not a trace of your worth, and squeeze every last drop of value out of you.

If that weren't the case, He would have already joined any church, why would He have continued to live a miserable life in secret?

"You only need to do one thing: keep hiding until Amon catches you. That's the most correct and reasonable course of events!"

Upon hearing the old man's words, Ron offered his terms. He did not attempt to have Palles dress up in a flamboyant manner to seduce Amon, because even a fool would know that doing so would be problematic.

Therefore, the rationality of the trap is very important.

"You really don't have any additional conditions!?"

The archangel of sequence one did not refuse Ron, but instead, still uneasy, he reaffirmed the promise made by the true god on the other side.

Remember that I am the Most High and my words are the Most High.

"Therefore I say, everything I say will surely come to pass!"

The golden-haired god didn't ramble on. He raised his head, his expression as majestic as in mythology, and answered the angel's question.

Palez Zoroaster fell silent again, his eyes flickering as if he were deep in thought.

"If you dare to break the promise, you will be rejected by the world and 'favored' by the end!"

These words, imbued with power and authority, caused the archangel of Sequence One to feel an invisible constraint, a constraint that came from the end of time and seemed intimately connected to his own future.

Pales's face twitched slightly as he realized that the frozen spacetime around him had returned to normal and no longer regarded him as an "enemy".

"Go back and do what you're supposed to do!"

"The time is not yet truly right!"

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"Old man!?"

"Old man, I know you can hear me, stop pretending!"

Leonard Mitchell had arrived at Raphael Cemetery. As he surveyed the area where the dead rested, he tilted his head slightly and called out to Palez Zoroaster in a low voice.

If this place weren't so sparsely populated, people who come to sweep the tombs would surely think this was a very filial young man.

He called out to his elders over and over again, as if hoping they would crawl out from under their tombstones.

"Old man, look over there, there's a lady!"

"Hey kid, can't you use your brain? Don't keep calling me for no reason!"

Just then, two voices rang out simultaneously, and Palez Zoroaster, who had just returned, turned pale upon hearing Leonard's words.

He felt that his reputation was doomed.

"Old man, so you have a taste for this kind of thing?!"

"But that should be a ghostly shadow. Are you sure you really like it!?"

The low murmurs, tinged with surprise and laughter, made Palez Zoroaster's face darken even further.

"Shut up, you idiot!"

The thought of this brain-dead idiot who had tricked him and almost cost him his life in the spirit world made this first-order archangel furious, and he muttered a curse under his breath.

"Ha, old man, how am I stupid? Didn't you hear my analysis just now?"

"Ron is just a simple kid. He ran away as soon as I exposed his secret. He's not as scary as you make him out to be."

"You know nothing!!"

(End of this chapter)