Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 176 A blond, borderline novel male protagonist

"As expected, Ziringus's body has been discovered."

"However, it was bound to happen sooner or later. After all, he was just lying there in the room. I hope the investigation doesn't lead to me!"

Fors Wall quickly scanned the contents of the newspaper, feeling somewhat surreal about what had happened the day before yesterday.

"Even a third-rate novelist wouldn't dare write a plot like this..."

The writer muttered a complaint to herself as she carried the breakfast she had bought and the discounted desserts from the store back to the detached house she shared with her husband.

After dealing with Zilingus, the blond boy they had met once before became completely attached to them, constantly telling them how great and noble he was!

Even the seven orthodox gods are not as good as him.

However, Fors and Hugh expressed their doubts, but dared not show them, because they did not want to die without a trace like Zillingus.

"This is probably what Emperor Rosell meant by 'chuunibyou' (middle school syndrome)!"

Fors Wall sighed again and shook his somewhat dizzy head.

To be honest, after everything was over yesterday, she and Hugh wanted to abandon their current residence and go into hiding for a while in order to avoid being investigated.

However, the powerful and extraordinary individuals, who were as sticky as chewing gum, said that there was no need for such trouble, because they could not be traced back to them at all.

Fors and Hugh still had some trust in this statement, after all, it was a living demigod!

Turning the lock, pushing open the door, and greeting Hugh, who looked sleepy and had just gotten up, Fors Wall went to the door of his own room and politely knocked.

"Enter."

Having received a reply, she somewhat nervously opened the door and offered the dessert she had bought that morning to the great "Time and Space Ruler".

"Mr. Ron, at this time of morning, we can only buy the leftover stock from yesterday."

Seeing the somewhat dissatisfied look in the blond boy's eyes, the writer quickly offered an explanation, glancing unconsciously at the black gloves on the desk.

The glove looked like it was made of human skin, with only a thin layer. It was standing steadily on the table using two of its fingers, while the other three were struggling to turn the pages of notes.

Wait, notes!

Upon seeing this, Fors Wall seemed to remember something, and her face flushed red.

She frantically tried to step forward and snatch her "inspiration" notes, but she froze in place after taking just one step.

I met the adorable Mr. Ron today. He's so cute! I really wanted to tease him. He's a great character, I definitely have to write him into my book.

Hmm... I'll write a story about a noblewoman and a little boy...

[Draft: Lady Viola was overjoyed to see the handsome young man sitting obediently on the bed. She quickly went to him, embraced him tightly, and showered him with tenderness. Her clothes were scattered in various corners of the room.]

[Hmm, Miss Audrey is just like a true aristocrat. How about we write a romance novel based on her and Mr. Ron? I'm getting a little excited just thinking about it!]

I dreamt I was with Mr. Ron. No, I must be thinking about this too much lately; he's a minor!

"Tsk~"

After flipping through the pages of these notes and categorizing all the useful and useless knowledge, the blond boy glanced with amusement at the writer, who had collapsed to the ground, devoid of all color.

"Actually, you have some pretty good ideas, but they don't seem to be able to be published in Rune. You're more suited to Trier than here."

"Mr. Ron, please stop talking."

Hearing the person in her "yellow" notebook say this, the writer lowered her head again, wishing she could bury her head in the ground like an ostrich and escape this embarrassing reality.

Fors Wall was at a loss for words, having written about a demigod as the male protagonist of a borderline novel, and then having the demigod see it.

"Tch~ This is so boring."

Seeing the writer's attitude, which seemed to be full of nonsense, Ron curled his lip in disdain, tossed the notebook back to her, and didn't pay much attention to it.

What hasn't Ron Sothos seen? It's just some low-brow erotic fiction!

"Mr. Ron, Ziringus's body has been found. Are we really not going to be traced?"

After a while, seeing the subject of his writing sitting there in a daze, Fors Wall, disregarding his embarrassment, handed over the newspaper.

"Don't worry, it definitely won't..."

"What is that army general? I was the one who killed Ziringus, the newspapers should be praising me!"

The blond boy hadn't paid any attention to Fors Wall's question, but he was only halfway through his reply when he suddenly saw the big headline on the newspaper. His face darkened, and he abruptly asked the question.

There are even people who are so ignorant of their own mortality that they impersonate him, take credit for his deeds, steal his glory and crown, and make it public!

What do you want to do?!

If you dare to steal this achievement today, then tomorrow you will dare to hang the title of "Time and Space Dominator" on your own head!

This is really...

There is a right way to die!

Although Ron didn't care about his reputation in this regard, it was, after all, his honor, and now that it had been stolen by a "thief," how could he not be furious?

What is given to you is yours; what is not given to you, you cannot steal or take!

This is a matter of principle!

The cold, authoritative gaze reappeared. Relying on the name in the newspaper, the great ruler of time and space successfully found information about the so-called Kingdom Army General.

"I have some things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. I hope that when we meet again, you'll bring me even more surprises and stories."

Ron Sothos, whose mind was also full of rubbish-like wisdom, looked directly at the writer in front of him and left with this sentence with an expectant expression.

Upon hearing this, Fors Wall blushed again, clutching her "Inspiration" notebook tightly and refusing to let go, as if to say, "It's impossible, it's simply impossible."

……

early morning.

Outside Backlund.

Inside a large estate with a mill, red vineyards, and lawns.

"From this day forward, you are servants of this manor. Serve the master of this place as you would your own lord."

"He is the son of the powerful, the descendant of the founders of the nation. He is Duke Mahat of Backlund, a general in the kingdom's army, a truly great man."

"As for you, you should obey him properly and do what you are supposed to do!"

(End of this chapter)