Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 146: A defector for a time, a defector for life!

"Sothoth, you just let Him go like that?!"

"Fatball, you're despicable and shameless! What kind of boundless wisdom is it to play dirty tricks?!"

"Enough! Shut your mouths! How I do things is none of your business!"

At this moment, within the spirit realm, three different voices were arguing amongst themselves, causing the surrounding spirit realm space to rapidly change.

They may transform into frenzied screams, or into cages from which no creature can escape, filling the surroundings with an intensely malevolent curse, from which nothing can remain.

Releasing the primordial will and the Celestial Venerable's will that were pressing down on him, the blond-haired youth let out a slight breath.

Just now, he wasn't as relaxed as he appeared.

The Heavenly Venerable's will, which had been struggling to break free, caused him considerable trouble, fully demonstrating what is meant by "parental love."

The Heavenly Venerable was extremely worried about his eldest son, Amon, whom he greatly favored. He wished he could immediately ascend to a divine position and control the source matter so that he could fulfill his filial duty to his "old father".

As for Klein Moretti, who controls the Source Castle, he's nothing but an unfilial son. He's nowhere near as filial as my good eldest son, Amon!

The primordial will that had just joined the commotion had remained unchanged for thousands of years: to do everything in its power to suppress its mortal enemy's coffin lid, perfectly demonstrating what it means to take advantage of someone's misfortune and kick them when they're down.

Ron had reservations about the plan. On the one hand, he wanted more, but on the other hand, he felt that a "safety net" was also quite good.

Therefore, His malice towards Pales Zoroaster was extraordinary, just like that of Klein Moretti, who controlled the Source Castle, whom He wished He could get rid of as soon as possible!

However, the blond boy strongly disagreed with His idea, because if you want to completely shut down the coffin lid, simply taking away the characteristics will only bring temporary peace. If you want to solve the problem once and for all, "differentiation" and "wearing off" are inevitable.

The seven gods of this world had already proven to him what the most effective method was; the waning will of the two mortal enemies within the cycle space was undeniable.

The sight of Palez Zoroaster just now is a perfect example of this.

However, things are not as simple as they seem. To achieve his ultimate goal, Ron still needs to try a lot, observe a lot, and think a lot more.

The surrounding spiritual space was pitch black, with no trace of information remaining. The darkness seemed to be the deepest and most profound fear in the human heart, silently spreading outwards and trying to envelop everyone's mind.

Just then, a bloody gash tore open on the fair left cheek of the blond boy, emitting a mocking, unwilling whimper from the primal will.

"Ha, Sothos, you seem to be giving far too much leeway to the authority of the Mysterious Ones. Do you perhaps intend to curry favor with the Mysterious Ones and have them use their authority to open doors for you?!"

The great primordial creator cleverly applied what he learned, returning the strange knowledge that Ron had researched to him in a strange way, successfully turning the blond boy's face into the bottom of a pot.

"Fat Ball, I didn't know you had this hobby. I wouldn't refuse if you begged me!"

The Celestial Will was clearly a shameless scoundrel. It immediately accepted the new use of its authority and, along with the Original Will, began to disgust Ron, obviously intending to repay him in kind.

"Enough! You two are disgusting! Once I find the authority over the Dead Ghost, I'll open the door for you both properly!"

"Likewise, Sothos, don't forget we share the same body!"

"That's right, Fatty, I don't really care about this. If you two loosen the restrictions, I can grant your wish right now!"

The Celestial Venerable's will was now unrestrained, and He grinned as He uttered an incredibly perverse declaration, causing the fervor of the place to momentarily freeze, as if some strange atmosphere was gradually spreading.

"Shut your foul mouth!"

"You pervert, shut up!"

Clearly, compared to Ron and the Primal, who merely mocked each other, the words of the Celestial Will, who held the power to "open the gate" and was bold in innovation, were quite intimidating.

After all, the former two are just talking, while the latter is someone who can actually do such a thing.

After arguing for almost half a day, Ron couldn't take it anymore. He shook his little golden head, banished the perverted image from his mind, and sighed deeply.

Then the blond boy rubbed the bloody cracks on his cheeks, causing the world before his eyes to rapidly change and gradually overlap with the real world.

In just a few breaths, he was back at Blackthorn Security Company.

Backlund.

Eastside.

163 Finier Street.

The crimson moonlight was obscured by the thick smog, making the row of rental houses even darker.

"What has the Rose School been doing lately!?"

With a loud "bang," a sound like a heavy object hitting the ground rang out. The heavy sound, mixed with the questioning of a strange man, caused the Rose School's informant in Backlund to fall heavily to the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

"Traitors! You will not get a single word of 'God' from me!"

"God will not let you off the hook. You may be traitors for a time, but you will be traitors for life!"

The Rose School's informant was incredibly tough. Facing the astonishingly strong man in front of him, he showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he laughed heartily, recklessly testing the limits of his own sanity.

"ah!!!"

"Crack!" The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, causing the informant to let out a series of miserable howls.

The pitiful howls rose higher and higher, like a singer's high notes in a theater, echoing throughout the old room without leaking out at all.

Large gushes of bright red blood gushed out, splashing outwards and staining large areas of the floor and walls red. It continued to gush from the informant's broken thigh, like an inexhaustible fountain of blood.

The crimson moonlight filtered in, slightly brightening the dimly lit and cramped terraced rooms, and the crimson hue added an eerie atmosphere to the bloody scene.

"Next time, I'll gouge out your eyes!"

Marich's throat bobbed, suppressing his craving for living blood, and he gave a distorted warning.

"Marich, something's not right with you."

Just then, a faint, ethereal female voice rang out. The words were concise and to the point, causing Marich, who was constantly swallowing his saliva, to pause for a moment and regain some of his rationality.

His condition was definitely not right. Given his control over his own strength, how could breaking bones cause the other party to bleed so much?

Holding his breath, he suppressed his desire to savor the smell of blood more and turned to look at a figure that had emerged from the reflection of the window.

The figure was a young woman with long, light gold hair tied in a bun, blue eyes, and a very delicate appearance, but her face was unusually pale. She wore an elaborate black Gothic court dress and a small black soft hat.

She floated in mid-air, her entire figure appearing somewhat ethereal, like a female ghost from folk tales.

(End of this chapter)