Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 147 Miss Vengeful Spirit Doesn't Like to Smile

"It's all because of that piece of shit god!"

Upon seeing this figure, Maric roared with a contorted expression, seemingly venting something to alleviate his physical and mental pain.

A silent, cold wind blew by, freezing the blood on the ground and walls into ice crystals, no longer releasing that sweet, pungent smell.

Upon hearing Marich's words, Miss Vengeful Spirit's blue eyes flickered with emotion as she recalled the dreams she had been having frequently over the past month, as well as the illusory murmurs she had heard from time to time.

Dreams are illusory and ethereal. In her dream, she seemed to see countless versions of herself: herself who had gone mad, herself who was completely out of control, herself who was succumbing to desire, and herself who had become an angel and saved her teacher.

This hazy dream consumed all her energy, causing the vengeful spirit's mental state to decline irreversibly, and making it impossible for her to maintain perfect restraint over the desires deep within her heart.

The illusory murmurs were even more terrifying. They reached her ears precisely at dawn, noon, and dusk, and the layers of sounds were like many people praising or extolling something.

This influence from those in high positions always pushed her to the brink of losing control, making her wish she could dig her nails into her flesh, bite off her tongue, and tear off her pale gold hair, using physical pain to alleviate the tendency to lose control that was welling up deep inside her.

At first, Sharon thought she had been corrupted or that her acting method was abnormal, so she underwent a period of ascetic practice. However, the teachings from the Bound God did not alleviate the sudden "curse" for her.

However, at this critical juncture, the Rose School sent a squad consisting of a Sequence 5, a Sequence 6, and a Sequence 7 to eliminate them.

This made Sharon and Maritch's situation even worse, so they stopped hiding, seized the opportunity, captured the Rose School informant, and planned to interrogate him to extract some useful information.

What kind of being is the "new god" of the Rose School?

After a long while, Sharon's azure eyes saw that the informant had stopped screaming and asked his own question in a faint, ethereal voice.

The moment this topic was brought up, the members of the Rose School were instantly energized, as if they had just eaten several kilograms of flour, and they wholeheartedly praised the great ruler of time and space.

"God is God. He is the great God of Wealth, the ruler of time and space, the embodiment of endless wisdom, and a being that transcends the Seven Gods and the Mother Tree of Desire!!!"

"He is the God of gods!!!"

"By believing in Him, you will receive countless knowledge and wealth, and your sins will be forgiven!"

Seeing this frenzied scene before her, Sharon's cold, stiff expression flickered, and then she continued in her ethereal voice:

"He has been completely corrupted, his values ​​have been distorted, and he has become a rational madman."

At this moment, Miss Wraith seemed to feel the mockery of fate. The Rose School, which worshipped evil gods and had no humanity, had been corrupted by other evil gods, and all its members had turned into twisted madmen.

This left her unsure whether to feel fortunate or unfortunate.

Fortunately, she escaped early enough under the teacher's protection and was not directly contaminated by the terrible entity.

Unfortunately, the unknown entity seemed unwilling to let her go, continuing to slowly and steadily erode her, as if it wouldn't stop until it had devoured her whole.

"Sharon, what should we do next?"

In this somber atmosphere, Maric, who had regained his composure, asked himself a question with some hesitation.

"Find a helper"

Miss Wrongful Spirit continued to express her meaning concisely and clearly in her ethereal voice.

Tingen City.

Narcissus Street.

Inside a guest room at Moretti's house.

It was late at night, and the blond boy, having finished teaching Melissa and eating his bedtime dessert, was sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

His eyes were vacant and lifeless; his attention was clearly elsewhere.

Just then, a spirit creature made of bones suddenly leaped out from the second-floor floor, causing Ron's golden eyes to shift slightly as he stared at it intently.

The skeletal messenger was also taken aback, clearly not expecting that there was someone else in the room on the second floor who could see it. So, without thinking, it quickly bent down, took the letter from Klein Moretti's hand, and hurriedly entered the spirit world as if nothing had happened.

Before long, the sound of stumbling footsteps could be heard as they climbed up to the second floor and arrived at the guest room. Klein Moretti quietly pushed open a crack in the door and peeked inside.

However, before his furtive gaze could even reach Ron, those childish yet sharp words had already reached his ears.

"Mr. Klein, if you keep sneaking around like this, I'm going to call for help. I'll tell you there's a pervert here who's trying to assault me, a minor."

"Ron, I'm just checking if you're asleep, you know, it's my job!"

The fortune teller was clearly resistant to Ron's sharp tongue. He quickly came up with a reason and then boldly pushed open the door, just like a teacher checking dormitories in school.

"Hmph ╯^╰. Stop pretending. That messenger saw it. You don't want the other night watchmen to know about this, do you?"

The blond boy ignored Klein Moretti's feigned composure, instead snorting and threatening the fortune teller opposite him.

Hearing these words, which were full of Colonel's slang, Klein Moretti's lips twitched, and for a moment he just wanted to pin the little brat to the ground and spank him.

Just then, the space inside the room fluctuated, and a spirit creature that looked very familiar to Klein Moretti suddenly appeared.

This spirit creature was about the size of a thumb, with a dark green body and two antenna-like antennae on its head. As soon as it appeared, it bowed to the little boy, as respectfully as if it were his servant.

Habakak had just gotten up when it realized something was wrong, because it felt Ron's gaze that seemed to want to devour it alive.

It shuddered as it saw Klein Moretti peering at it from the doorway. Clearly, as a messenger, it was not yet proficient enough in its duties.

"roll!"

A cold, authoritative voice rang out, causing it to drop a letter and flee in a panic, sweating profusely, not daring to linger there for even a second longer.

"Klein, this is my messenger. Its name is Habakak. You can summon it by performing a ritual when needed."

"You don't know the ritual for summoning a messenger yet, do you? Do you need me to teach you?"

The blond boy smirked and looked at the fortune teller at the door, hoping to get away with being cute.

But Klein Moretti narrowed his eyes slightly, mimicking the blond boy's humming, and said smugly:

"Hmph, Ron, you don't want anyone to know you have a messenger, do you!?"

The fortune teller remained calm. Although he was surprised by what had just happened, he was not at all surprised. After all, he had long suspected that the little kid must have many secrets and had not lost his memory as he claimed.

It's past midnight again today, I almost didn't make it.

(End of this chapter)