Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 184 The Fool: I laugh at the foolishness of the time-space rulers and the incompetence of the primordial creator! (3K)

Klein Moretti felt a pang of unease upon seeing this.

Because he truly didn't expect that the guy who was all smiles and friendly to you one second would turn around and give you a look that seemed to want to tear you apart.

Holy crap, that's a crazy way to change your expression!

Wait, you're insane! The Creator?

Holy crap, the real creator!!! He's a member of the Aurora Society!!!

Pit!

In a flash, Klein seemed to finally realize that something was wrong.

He cursed himself for being an idiot, then, without bothering to hide anything from the other person, he took a step towards the window, intending to break the glass and jump directly from the third floor.

Although above the gray fog, he could jokingly change the name of "True Creator" to "Fallen Creator".

But in reality, you have to follow your heart's desires when it's time to do so!

"Ha, you truly are an extraordinary being!"

Mr. Z curled the corners of his mouth, watching Klein Moretti's actions with no surprise, quite satisfied with his guess.

Upon seeing that this chosen one was still trying to struggle, his body suddenly went limp and collapsed, as if merging into the surrounding shadows where there was no light.

Inside the room, where the sunlight was blocked by heavy curtains, Klein dashed past the Aurora Society members in front of him and instantly arrived at the window of the living room.

However, just as he was trying to break the window to escape, the clown's intuition gave him a glimpse of what would happen in the next few seconds.

In the dimly lit room, a black hand suddenly emerged from beneath his feet. This hand, seemingly composed of shadows, grabbed his ankle, thwarting his attempt to escape through the window.

Klein's eyes narrowed slightly. Without hesitation, he immediately got up and jumped. His figure was like a black cat, landing steadily on the edge of the windowsill and maintaining his balance.

The arm in the shadows suddenly stretched out, just as Klein had predicted, but this time it failed to achieve its purpose and grabbed nothing.

Seeing this, Klein immediately used the Joker's abilities to maintain his balance, twisting his waist and swinging his arms in an attempt to break the window on the windowsill and escape. But at that moment, his intuition told him that he saw a new scene.

A dark blue ice spear shot out from the shadows, and in a flash, it pierced through his body.

Without hesitation, Mr. "The Clown" followed his heart's desire. He immediately turned around on the narrow windowsill edge, using a movement that ordinary people could not maintain their balance, and dodged this fatal attack.

He wanted to move again, but a chilling cold emanated from the window, making him shiver. Klein turned his head slightly and glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, only to find that the ice spear had not pierced the window as he had expected, thus failing to aid his escape. Instead, it had condensed into layers of frost, completely blocking the escape route that was almost within reach.

Suddenly, the night watchman had nowhere to escape and was in dire straits.

"Hahaha, Moretti, accept the Lord's favor!!!"

Upon seeing this, Mr. Z suddenly emerged from the shadows, keeping his distance from Klein. While shouting wildly, he threw out several more ice spears, successfully forcing Klein to the ground and causing layers of ice crystals to condense at the window, completely sealing it off.

"Well, sir, I think we need to talk. This matter of faith must be discussed in a way that truly convinces the other party!"

Upon seeing the layers of frost, Klein abandoned his idea of ​​breaking through them to escape. He felt incredibly bitter, but he still managed to smirk using the clown's extraordinary abilities.

Before taking action, he had performed a divination above the gray fog, and the result indicated that there was no danger.

But how can this be considered safe?!

Without time to think too much or to vent his inner turmoil, Klein's mind raced, and he made the choice that followed his heart, trying to stall for time with words.

After all, if he continued to fight head-on, given the opponent's extraordinary abilities that far surpassed his own, he probably wouldn't last long before being captured.

Therefore, it would be better to take advantage of this opportunity to test the waters with words, go along with the other party's wishes, and thus find a way to escape from here.

"Ha, no need for all that trouble. You'll naturally be convinced once you hear the Lord's voice!"

Mr. Z, who was corrupted by the original creator and partially separated from the Aurora Society, clearly hasn't forgotten his former employer's work experience.

His principles of efficiency, no nonsense, and hands-on experience left Klein speechless for a moment.

Damn, the people from the Aurora Club are all crazy.

"Sir, I think we need to discuss this matter further."

Seeing Mr. Z walking towards him holding a cross, Klein took a step back, trying to stall for time by bringing up the topic again.

His mind raced, searching for the perfect topic that could make the powerful and extraordinary person before him stop in his tracks.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him, and he thought of a topic that the other party would absolutely not be able to refuse.

"Mr. Patterson, which deity do you think possesses the greatest wisdom and authority in this world?"

This was the question the other party asked earlier, but now it seems to have a different purpose. After all, how could a member of the Aurora Society not boast about the god they believe in?

"Ah, of course it's great."

Upon hearing Klein's question, Mr. Z, as expected, stopped in his tracks. The Aurora Envoy, having only spoken halfway through his sentence, paused for a moment, as if receiving some message, then solemnly raised his arms and spoke again:

"The Primordial Creator!"

I've only ever heard of primordial witches; what the hell is a primordial creator?

Klein mentally scoffed, easing his tension. He took a deep breath and then solemnly began to speak:

"I disagree!"

"You're asking for it!!!"

"Don't hit me! Let's talk this out. I believe these things can be debated. As a follower of the Primordial Creator, you must provide evidence to convince me, not try to coerce me with force!"

"This is an insult to your god!"

Seeing that the other person looked furious, Klein quickly spoke, his words flying by, afraid that if he spoke too slowly, he would be torn to pieces by the man opposite him.

He had to thank Ron for this, as being forced to apologize so often had honed his eloquence.

Mr. Z stopped in his tracks upon hearing this, for it concerned the "master's" reputation, and he had to think carefully.

"Ha, you want to have a theological debate with me? The goddess of night you worship is nothing more than the eye of the great creator."

After thinking for a while, he scoffed dismissively, believing that the other party was not qualified to debate with him.

Hearing that the other party had taken the bait, the "Joker's" smile unconsciously became more natural. Klein's body relaxed slightly, and he used the posture of the Fool above the gray fog to say words that made Mr. Z's brain go numb.

"No, I do not worship the goddess of night, nor any of the seven gods!"

I'm sorry, goddess, I'll ask for less salary from now on.

He silently apologized to himself, then looked at the somewhat dazed man opposite him, a "time traveler" who only believed in himself.

"Then who do you believe in?!"

As a devout believer, Mr. Z had never seen anyone speak so confidently about such a matter.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and before Klein could answer, he guessed and said:

"You believe in the recently emerged 'Time and Space Dominator'!?"

The Time-Space Dominator. Isn't this the evil god whose followers provoked the seven major churches and got terribly screwed over?

Seeing the other party's reaction, Klein's mind flashed, and he formed a rough plan. Combining this with Ron's inherently imposing and arrogant demeanor, he slightly raised his head and said disdainfully:

"Our Lord stands above the spirit realm, holding the entire world in his hands, possessing boundless wisdom—how could such a minor deity compare!?"

The keyboard warrior, using the clown's extraordinary abilities, controlled his toes to boast, successfully rediscovering the thrill and excitement of online battles he experienced in his previous life.

As a keyboard warrior who knows a little about everything and grew up reading online novels, Zhou Mingrui was already used to these things.

After all, there are plenty of high-brow phrases in the novels he reads, which he can take, modify slightly, and use to bully the people of another world.

As for the so-called "Time and Space Dominator," Klein didn't take it too seriously. After all, he hadn't revealed the other party's name; was it going to come knocking on his door and beat him up?

Klein's imposing posture and threatening words made Mr. Z's heart tremble, and he unconsciously took a step back.

Because the other party's description has exceeded the Seven Gods' description of their own level, and in this world, even a swindler is just using the name of the Seven Gods' incarnation to commit fraud.

"So, who do you believe in?"

Upon hearing this, Klein did not hesitate. Pretending to be very confident, he immediately imitated the fervent posture of the man opposite him, raising his arms high and beginning to praise himself.

"My Lord is named 'The Fool,' the embodiment of all wisdom in the world. He reigns over the past, present, and future. He is a god who dwells high in the temple of gray mist, a god who holds destiny in his hands and turns his back on all living beings!"

"Fate is a plaything in His hands, time is His thoughts, and history is a speck of dust in His eyes."

"Those who devoutly chant His name will become wise, always accompanied by wisdom, and see through all the ways of the world."

Hearing these arrogant words, Mr. Z unconsciously took another step back. He wanted to retort loudly, but the "flirtatious talk" in his mind was clearly no match for the keyboard warrior who knew a little bit about everything.

"You, you're talking nonsense. The Primordial Creator created everything, the entire astral plane. He is omniscient and omnipotent. Everything in the world was created by Him. No mere fool can compare to Him."

Mr. Z was losing face. He racked his brains but couldn't think of any good words, so he stubbornly retorted and shouted.

Seeing that the gentleman opposite still dared to bring up this topic, the keyboard scholar did not hesitate to utter a classic paradox from his past life.

"Oh, really?"

"Could He create a stone that He himself couldn't lift?"

The successor of the Source Castle grinned, having found a loophole in his despicable ways, causing Mr. Z in front of him to take another step back, his eyes darting around, clearly showing some doubt about his own beliefs.

(End of this chapter)