Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 179 My Date with the Goddess of the Night (3K)

"Wake up, Hilde Kravis!"

In the hazy, dreamlike state, a call seemed to come, accompanied by a light piercing through the drowsy, ever-deepening darkness.

The timid Hilde suddenly opened her eyes and saw endless light. This steadfast believer, who had died, had escaped the end of death and returned to life.

Why do you have such unwavering faith in me?

Ron looked at the believer he had pulled back from the brink of death with a complicated expression, and voiced his doubts.

He never listened to the prayers of those before him, and he rarely even listened to the prayers of his most powerful warrior, the god Nie Si'a.

In this situation, the other party's behavior was quite surprising to him.

If she had changed her faith at that time, Ron wouldn't have blamed her.

After all, everyone has moments of retreat, and that's not unforgivable.

"Because of faith in God, everyone can be well-fed, and they will also be protected. They don't have to worry about bombs destroying their houses or getting hurt..."

"Moreover, the Lord of God's Favor said that all who are steadfast will bear the name of God, and all who are strong will receive God's favor."

"I, the Chosen One, have said many things, but I only remember these two sentences..."

Ron Sothos looked at the strong woman before him, listened to her timid voice stammering out her innermost thoughts, and nodded slightly.

"Do you want to return to the Southern Continent, or stay here?"

The timid Hilde lowered her head, listening to the voice that felt so warm and familiar to her, and seemed to understand something.

She moved slightly, trying to perform the proper etiquette she had learned, but despite using both hands and feet, she still lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Ron watched this scene and sighed inwardly, feeling that this believer's mind wasn't quite so sharp.

"I...I want to stay here!"

Hilde's timid voice came through, yet it was filled with unwavering conviction.

"The people here don't seem to understand the gods. I think... I want them to know that it's not just the seven gods who are universally recognized!"

Pshaw~ The Seven Gods are nothing.

Upon hearing his fellow believer's words, Ron lowered his arrogant head slightly and inwardly scoffed.

"This is a path destined to be difficult, but I will be with you!"

"If needed, contact the three major churches; they will provide the necessary assistance!"

The blond boy nodded slightly, casting his gaze upon the somewhat timid and stubborn believer.

Then his figure faded away and he left.

To be honest, his feelings toward his followers are somewhat complicated now.

I always felt that spending my days doing nothing and not listening to prayers or responding to rituals didn't seem quite right.

"Well, I'll listen to it occasionally..."

With another sigh, Ron suddenly remembered the dutiful Mr. Fool.

He felt that the other person's behavior was so glaring, as if it were mocking his irresponsible actions.

"Damn it, you just wait!"

Unaware of the danger, Mr. Fool once again became an innocent victim, successfully becoming the target of a blond teenager's grudge.

The world before him had detached itself from abstraction, and Ron Sothos had returned to the real world.

At this moment, Backlund has fresh air after the rain, and this city full of "dust" has become brand new after being baptized by the "Lord of Storms".

The residents of Backlund went out into the streets or into their homes to praise the gods they believed in.

The scenes just now were like miracles, deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts, filling them with faith in themselves and hope for their future.

However, it doesn't make any difference; life will go on as usual, and witnessing all of this won't make you any luckier.

The blond boy walked alone on the street after the rain, watching the factories in the distance still emitting white smoke and pungent smells, continuing to produce enough grayness and smog to cover the entire metropolis.

The wise choice made by the three gods earlier greatly reduced Ron's anger, and he was no longer hostile towards them.

If they do not show any sign of backing down, then the great "Time and Space Ruler" will surely find a way to eliminate one of them in order to announce his arrival to the world.

"Heh, look at that irritable guy, the Lord of Storms, he really has it tough..."

Recalling the performance of the three gods just now, Ron Sothos kept making speculations in his mind.

The Lord of Storms is a shrewd and irritable fellow with a kind of unassuming wisdom.

The goddess of the night secretly hides many secrets. Those who walk this path are either innocent and naive or ruthless.

As for the God of Steam and Machinery, ha, he's just a simpleton. All he can do is solve problems, and his brain isn't even as sharp as the Lord of Storms.

Just then, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of Ron Sothos, who was making no attempt to conceal his presence.

The figure was of very ordinary appearance, dressed in a linen robe and a bark belt. He was barefoot, standing on the ground, and respectfully bowed to the deity before him.

"Tsk, I seriously suspect that all of your Church of the Night's funds have been embezzled under the guise of reimbursement. Otherwise, how could you, an angel, dress so simply?"

The Hidden Servant Ariana had just stood up when she heard the deity opposite her say this, which made her freeze abruptly, feeling rather embarrassed.

"Your Excellency, I am undergoing arduous training to hone myself."

After much deliberation, the angel, who had been undergoing arduous training, hesitated before offering a defense, seemingly wanting his attire to not disgrace the goddess.

"Hmph, ╯^╰. That just means your skills aren't good enough. Even without spending money, you can gather raw materials and make your own clothes through rigorous training!"

Seeing this, Ron gave a haughty hum and revealed a fact that made Ariana somewhat embarrassed, because she really did make her own outfit. After all, it was so undignified that even if she wanted to buy it, there were no merchants selling it.

"Shouldn't we be praising the spirit of not seeking pleasure and enduring hardship? How did it come down to a question of craftsmanship?"

The servant of the secrets was speechless at the perspective of the unfamiliar deity before him.

"Suffering doesn't mean sitting idly or embarking on a pilgrimage through wind and rain. You could go to a factory to improve your skills; it's hard enough there, and the money you earn could help support the Church of the Night. It perfectly meets your own aspirations!"

The great and boundless wisdom discerned the servant's thoughts and offered him its most sincere advice.

The favored one of the goddess of night suddenly suffered a stroke, unconsciously imagining himself working hard in a factory, and carefully considering the feasibility of this approach.

"Ahem, Your Excellency, the goddess asked me to convey a message to you. She says that she has made preparations to receive guests in a hidden place."

Taking a deep breath, Ariana suddenly remembered her goddess's instructions and quickly relayed the message.

"Huh? A secluded place for hospitality? Which hospitality are you talking about, the one I'm thinking of?"

"No, no, Your Excellency, you misunderstand. The goddess means..."

Upon hearing such absurd words, the servant of the secrets quickly raised his hand to explain, fearing that he might misinterpret the situation and cause the goddess to lose face.

"What I mean is, is your goddess serving me desserts in the deep, dark heavens?"

"You always speak in a mumbled, unclear way..."

Seeing this, Ron pushed up his monocle, a slight smile playing on his lips, and once again uttered words that would leave Ariana speechless.

You're blaming me for being so vague?!

"Yes, that's exactly what you think!"

The goddess of the night hesitated for a while when trying to explain, stammering and indicating that she had the same idea, but the goddess hadn't mentioned preparing dessert.

After conveying the goddess's message, Ariana somewhat embarrassedly concealed herself and left the side of this unorthodox deity.

Ron pushed up his monocle again, reaping his share of happiness for the day.

……

The deepest darkness of heaven.

The darkness stretched endlessly, shimmering like stars within, while clusters of night-blooming jasmine and deep-sleeping flowers swayed gently in the breeze, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

"Your reaction is strange. You didn't even try to find out my background. Instead, you just swaggered in and let me into your divine kingdom. This doesn't fit the characteristics of someone with such cunning and manipulative power!"

The blond-haired boy stood out among the flowers and plants. He casually picked a Deep Sleep Flower, looked at the god in front of him who held secrets, and pointed out the other party's abnormality without any politeness.

"I haven't hidden this fact. The ancient sun god once said something to me that I didn't understand at first, but now I think I understand what He meant."

The woman in the classic black dress, with the moon as her pillow, chuckled and uttered the name of the ancient sun god, a name that the ball loathed.

Her clothes were layered but not complicated, inlaid with starlight, like the night sky. Her body was somewhat ethereal, with signs of ripples spreading outwards. Her face seemed to be covered by layers of thin gauze, hazy yet exceptionally beautiful.

Amanisis looked at the boy opposite him, countless schemes and plots flashing through his mind, but in the end he gave them all up and had no choice but to be honest.

"You don't seem like a very honest guy, so what's your purpose?"

Ron pursed his lips, his golden eyes fixed on the shrunken red moon in the palm of the Goddess of Night, as if chasing something beautiful.

Suddenly, the hand flipped over, as if by magic, making the beautiful symbol disappear.

"I do have some questions, but my main concern is getting to know you."

"Are you really a god from elsewhere?"

The beautiful woman asked this question, wanting to find out Ron's most important secret.

"If my answer is yes, it will put your mind at ease, then you can think of it that way."

Ron also adjusted his monocle and gave an answer full of uncertainty, which made Amanisis's active mind even more active, unable to fathom the words of the unruly god in front of him.

To deal with a cunning and suspicious person, you need to mix lies into the truth to make them feel even worse.

(End of this chapter)