Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 16 Mr. Ron is a Tsundere

"Hey, don't go too far!"

"What I mean is, I still feel uneasy about lying to someone as easily fooled as you!"

"Hmph ╯^╰."

Upon hearing the girl's question, Ron completely gave up. He wasn't quite used to expressing these strange emotions that welled up from the bottom of his heart, but he felt very weird if he didn't express them.

This made him quite upset.

Hazel was stunned when she saw Mr. Ron, whose eyes were darting around and whose head was tilted up, as if to say that she was only giving him face.

She simply couldn't imagine that Ron, with his calm demeanor and extensive knowledge, would act in this way.

Although the other person looked much younger than her and was not as tall, because of the other person's knowledge and the temperament he displayed, Hazel had unconsciously come to regard Ron as a senior.

"this……"

The girl's mind suddenly opened up, and she unconsciously thought of a very popular novel by Roselle the Great.

One of the characters exhibited the exact same personality traits as Ron, a trait that remains popular in literature over 170 years later.

Tsundere! This is definitely tsundere!

Upon thinking of this, Hazel burst out laughing, but she quickly recovered and suppressed the laughter brought on by the contrast, giving Ron a firm nod.

"Mr. Ron, I know you were trying to get me away from danger. You're a good person!"

Ron, who had been friend-zoned, remained unmoved by the gratitude expressed.

He glanced at Hazel with a muffled murmur, then quickly looked away, as if he had something else to say but was too embarrassed to express it.

"Alright, that's settled. I'm leaving now."

The blond boy hesitated again and again, but in the end he still didn't say the words that were incredibly shameful to him.

He planned to leave first, instinctively escaping the strong expectations he held deep inside.

"Mr. Ron, are you leaving already?"

"You saved me, and I... I haven't even thanked you yet..."

"We—I mean, what I'm trying to say is, we're friends now, right?"

The girl's cautious words undoubtedly stung Ron's heart again, and at this moment he even had the thought of repenting for what he had done before.

I'm so damn stupid!

No, it's all the fault of the Dead Ghost and the Primal One. Otherwise, how could I possibly lie to people!

"Ahem, I think I told you, the goodwill you feel towards me is all due to the influence I created through my extraordinary abilities!"

Even so, do you still consider me your friend?

This topic undoubtedly dampened the current atmosphere, but Ron didn't want to lie anymore, nor did he care to lie anymore. It was either yes or no.

"..."

The atmosphere fell silent again. Just as Ron sighed and was about to leave, Hazel, who was standing in front of him with a complicated expression, called out to him.

"Mr. Ron! Although my feelings of affection were unnatural and superfluous, you didn't do anything to me; on the contrary, you saved my life!"

"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have been parasitized and turned into someone else..."

The girl awkwardly expressed her gratitude, and it was clear that she had no experience in this area and no friends with whom she could confide her feelings.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into her mind.

"Mr. Ron, you should know that all the banks in Backlund offer loan services, right?"

"Know."

In fact, Ron didn't know, but he had just used the old ghost's characteristics roughly to obtain the corresponding information from the spirit world.

"That's a good idea. Let's put the good feelings I have for you in the form of a loan from the future. As long as we pay back the difference, the outcome won't be any different."

Looking at the girl racking her brains for a solution, Ron's thoughts faltered slightly. It was as if some faint emotion was taking root in his heart, brewing continuously.

"good!"

The concise and powerful reply made Hazel's brown eyes light up, and she stared straight at Ron in front of her, as if she had accomplished something that gave her a great sense of accomplishment.

"However, you are still too weak right now. People would laugh at you if they found out you were my friend."

Suppressing the mockery from the Celestials and the Primal in his mind, Ron briefly explained to Hazel.

"It's already quite late. Tomorrow morning, go to the coffee shop where we first met. I'll be waiting for you there and give you a little crash course in the mysticism!"

"This isn't out of concern for you; I just think you're terrible!"

Ron emphasized this point, then waved his hand and his figure instantly faded away, disappearing into the filthy, foul-smelling sewer.

Hazel's figure disappeared after Ron vanished, returning to her bedroom as if her spatial location had been altered.

The girl stood there, stunned. Everything that had happened today was exciting enough for her. Although she had not yet experienced those high-sequence abilities, this eventful experience had left her physically and mentally exhausted.

"This is truly amazing. Is this the world of the extraordinary?"

She murmured to herself, speechless with astonishment at the extraordinary ability to manipulate space just now.

However, witnessing this magical scene was not the most important thing tonight. The most important thing was that from then on, she had a true friend with whom she could confide her feelings.

Unlike the strangers you meet at banquets or literary salons, this is a true friend!

friend……

"How ironic, sphere, your choice has taken us by surprise."

"Friendship is just a social phenomenon unique to weak creatures, and we, as pillars, do not need such weak and meaningless things."

The crimson moonlight was obscured by the thick smog, making the night so dark.

Fortunately, as the capital of all cities, Backlund has excellent public infrastructure, with bright streetlights on both sides of the streets that resemble royal guards, adding a unique charm to the night.

"Heh, it seems neither of you has many friends, Mr. Celestial Venerable, who even has to personally hand out flyers?"

"Sothos, you don't need to verbally belittle us. In the old days, your emotions would have been a burden. As the embodiment of rules and the symbol of the essence of the world, we are not subject to the emotions that any other creature possesses."

"That's right, little sphere. Our essence is the anthropomorphic facet of the corresponding rules, and you, as the beginning and end of everything, should be even more detached and indifferent to everything."

"Master Celestial Venerable, please don't try to justify your despicable behavior by making it seem like you're completely innocent."

"Sothos, you'll find out later that even I, who controls the subconscious of living beings, am essentially the will of the corresponding rules."

"Emotions, how ridiculous..."

After dealing with the two constantly bickering wills in his mind, Ron sighed deeply.

He knew that what they were saying was true, but where did his emotions come from?

The night breeze blew gently, and all of Ron's chaotic emotions vanished. His gaze returned to its cold and dignified state, but this time it was different from before. He touched his chest, as if something extremely precious was hidden inside.

Friends...

(End of this chapter)