Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 170 Smiling on the surface, playing dirty tricks behind the scenes

Tuesday was a sunny and refreshing morning with fresh air.

At this point, a full twelve hours had passed since the three pillars reached an agreement.

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. I knew the name of the Beacon of Destiny was known to everyone!"

"Back in the late Qin Dynasty, a Taoist priest emerged from the mountains amidst the chaos, entrusted by the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang to save all living beings. He was clearly a simple and kind-hearted righteous deity!"

"Hey! Fat... Lord Sothos is mistaken. Who doesn't know your title, the Key to the Gate? Those who worship you gain supreme wisdom, a veritable shower of heavenly flowers and golden lotuses springing from the earth!"

"Brother Weiwei is truly a genius!"

"Your wisdom, sir, is truly as dazzling as a jewel!"

At that moment, in Ron Sothos's mind, the two pillars were laughing and joking with each other, looking as if they had really become good friends.

Their vocabulary was also quite bizarre, a failed attempt at combining Chinese and Western ideas. The only serious primal will nearby was overwhelmed by their strangeness and just wanted to kick their butts hard with Klein Moretti's boots!

"Sothos, we shouldn't waste our time on this pointless thing!"

A majestic and grand voice rang out, interrupting the Heavenly Venerable's will and the golden-haired youth's utterly hypocritical mutual boasting.

"Ah! Could this be the God who claims to be all-knowing and all-powerful?"

"Hiss! I'm not used to that kind of title. How about I translate it for you? It'll be called..."

"Supreme Lord, who opened the heavens, holds the talisman, governs the calendar, embodies the true Dao, resides in the Golden Palace and Cloud Palace, governs the nine heavens, governs all paths, is inactive and all-encompassing, the Great Hall of the Vast Heaven, the Golden Palace of the Jade Emperor, the Great Heavenly Venerable, the Supreme God of the Mysterious Vault!"

As soon as the Celestial Venerable's will finished speaking, the Primordial Will's unreserved words came over.

"Ha, not bad, mysterious, Sothos, I am aware of your praise!"

"..."

"..."

The shameless behavior of the great primordial creator instantly silenced the will of Ron and the Celestial.

Originally, they were just boasting to each other and trying to annoy one another, but unexpectedly, a god actually shamelessly admitted it.

"you……"

He paused, speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Just then, the door lock clicked open, and Klein Moretti poked his head into the room, his gaze falling on the blond boy sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey! You didn't knock!"

Before he could even speak, Ron, who never knocked, gritted his teeth and started complaining.

Klein's brow twitched, but he ignored the noisy brat and said calmly:

"Go change your clothes quickly. I'm meeting with an informant today, so I need to get you to the security company first!"

He paused for a moment, then deliberately put on a cold face and gave a lecture.

"Now that you know how it feels to not knock, shouldn't you change your ways?"

After saying that, the young night watchman ignored the blond boy's behavior and slammed the door shut.

The room fell silent instantly, with only the two wills in Ron's mind emitting a soft sneer.

"Shut up, you two!"

With a retort to his will, the boy unbuttoned his pajamas and changed into the clothes offered by Mr. Fool.

"Sothos, we can't stay in a place like this!"

"The narcissist is right, Fatty, you don't still want to go play cards, do you!?"

"What's the point of you just loafing around here waiting to die?!"

Seeing that Ron was still changing his clothes and combing his hair at his own leisurely pace, the Celestial Venerable and the Primordial Will immediately gave him a subtle reminder, urging him to hurry up and get down to business.

"Heh, why are you two in such a hurry?"

When the great and boundless wisdom heard the words urging him, it stroked its long, golden hair that reached past its ears and slowly asked in return with a smile.

His behavior at this moment seemed so abnormal, completely different from his eagerness to reach an agreement yesterday.

"Sothos, we need to retrieve that item from outer space; it will greatly aid our plans!"

The primordial will paused for a moment, found a reason, and began to probe.

"Ha, you don't need to tell me, of course I know it's important!"

"However, not now, not recently. The barrier can hold for a long time, and there's no rush to deal with those guys."

"Besides, you two are in such a hurry for me to leave, are you hiding something from me?"

After tidying his hair, the blond boy calmly exposed the complex and wicked thoughts of his two mortal enemies.

Based on Ron's understanding of them, he knew that these two bastards were definitely up to something behind the scenes.

"Fatty, how could that be? Didn't you just praise me for being kind and simple?!"

"Ha, Sothos, what difference does it make if I keep it from you?"

Two distinct voices rang out, causing the lies that Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun still wanted to use to justify himself to be stuck in his mind.

"Narcissist, are you sick in the head?!"

"Ha, mysterious. Stop deceiving yourself. I prefer something more tangible than conspiracies and tricks!"

When confronted with the questioning of the Lord of Mysteries, the righteous primordial will immediately scoffed, seemingly expressing its disdain for such a clumsy lie.

The three of them have been together for so long that they can now be considered as one. Although their wills differ, it is not difficult to guess each other's purposes based on their actions.

Just as Ron knew them well, they knew Ron well too, so the Original Will preferred a more honorable approach than deception and conspiracy.

"Hmph ╯^╰, you two are truly heartless and rotten. We've been together for so many years, and you're still doing this? What's the point?"

Upon seeing this, the blond youth huffed arrogantly, tearing away the last vestiges of decorum and pretense among the three pillars and bringing all the issues to the forefront.

"Sothos, stop trying to pull your little tricks. We've already seen through your intentions."

"You used the pretext of dealing with the Outer Gods to show that you wanted to leave, and you even implied that this matter was urgent and that you wouldn't be able to return in a short time, all to deceive us into revealing your plans and preparations!"

"However, I must tell you the truth now: even if you have most of control over this body, you still need to yield and compromise!"

"That's right, Fatty, we know you too well, and we've been cooperating with you all along. Now it's time for you to back down!"

The sound of flesh tearing and ripping rang out again, and the flesh on both sides of the blond boy's cheeks writhed, splitting open into even larger and more gruesome gashes than before.

Blood that would drive anyone mad just by looking at it kept flowing out, and on the crack, flesh and blood writhed rapidly, vaguely as if two different faces were about to grow out.

Intense pollution and a frenzied will instantly filled the room, and even Ron's timely intervention could not stop it from slowly seeping out.

"Ha, Sothos, if you don't care about the lives of those ants, you can easily thwart our plans without making any compromises!"

"Or perhaps we could witness the mad charm hidden beneath your rationality!"

"Hmph ╯^╰, you bastards, you really were up to something behind my back. Looks like you were well-prepared and have finally gone to your wits' end!"

Despite feeling intense pain in his body, Ron still scoffed dismissively, his golden eyes brightening slightly, and the illusory timeline reappeared.

He raised his small hand and waved it sharply, and a blond boy holding a playing card returned from the illusion to reality.

"I hope you have the ability to shoulder your destiny and not let me down; this is the final test."

Ron Sothos' expectant gaze pierced through the barriers and landed on Klein Moretti, who was tidying his clothes in the living room, completely unaware of what was happening.

Finally, the blond boy took a deep breath, and the world before him became redder and whiter, as if it had turned into a richly colored oil painting.

"Hmm, it's pretty good!"

Klein Moretti straightened his clothes, looked at himself in the mirror, and muttered to himself with a touch of narcissism.

Sigh... What a pity. The culprit who created this coincidence hasn't been found yet, and Mr. Azik has already left. I should have asked him to teach that brat Ron a lesson before he left...

The young night watchman rummaged through his pocket at the blazing sun talisman created with the Sun Emblem and recalled his university mentor, who was likely a high-ranking expert.

He paced back and forth unconsciously, his mind starting to race, his inner corporate slave stirring, reflecting on what tasks he still had to do that day.

Hmm... I have to meet with that doctor from the mental hospital today. I wonder how Hudgen is doing...

Also, Old Neil was taken away, and I'll have to get him some medicine and stuff; the Sleepless Ones don't know how to do that.

By the way, the matter of the fortune teller's club needs to be reported to the captain so he can keep an eye on it. After all, the last most famous fortune teller was an extraordinary member of the Aurora Society, and this gentleman's reputation doesn't seem to be any worse than Haynes Vancent's. This is something worth investigating...

As he thought about it, Klein Moretti's face gradually fell, because he realized that whether in the "other world" or back home, the work was never-ending.

As the second hand ticked away, the young night watchman scratched his head and glanced toward the stairs on the second floor.

When he realized that a full twenty minutes had passed and the little brat hadn't made a sound, his expression suddenly darkened.

As Emperor Rosell once said, if something goes wrong, there must be some problem behind it, big or small.

In Chinese terms, it means that something unusual must be going on!

"Ugh~ Can't you just give me a break?"

Klein Moretti took a step and arrived at the guest room door. He first used a pendulum to divine, and after confirming that there were no problems, he pushed the door open and went in.

As his gaze swept across the room, he spotted the little kid lying in bed, clutching a deck of tarot cards.

(End of this chapter)