Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 185 Klein: I surrender! (3K)

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, boasting is fun for a moment, and boasting all the time is even more fun.

Mr. Fool felt a surge of joy at this moment.

However, even though it was just bragging, Klein remained quite restrained and didn't blurt out any "flirting remarks" all at once.

This man, who was quite accomplished in the mysticism, neither mentioned the names of any deities, nor did he use any flowery language that was ambiguous, confusing, and difficult to understand.

Their main selling point is deception.

As for whether such a god truly exists, Klein is not worried.

Because, even the translation of his name, Mr. Fool, can be somewhat related to these "flirtatious remarks."

And you will never despise yourself.

With a thought flashing through his mind, Klein stopped talking and used the concealment of his robe to successfully pull out a slumbering charm and a thin gold piece from the inside pocket of his robe.

This golden piece is the Flaming Sun Talisman he created using the blood of the Eternal Blazing Sun God.

This is a magical spell powerful enough to kill a demigod; it is a very important trump card besides the "0" level sealed artifact on his body.

As a cautious night watchman, how could he possibly undertake this mission without making any preparations!

However, Mr. Clown did not act rashly, because the cultists on the other side were obviously not limited to Sequence 8. Combining the information shared for free by the Tarot Club's Little Sun, Klein already had a deduction in mind.

"He's at least a Sequence Six, or at least a Sequence Five, shepherd. The frost we just saw was likely the soul of an Extraordinary being he was herding, or some kind of magical artifact."

The young night watchman's muscles were tense, his mind racing, and he quietly shifted his feet, trying to find an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

As for how to explain defeating the opponent and the mysteriously appearing high-level talisman to the captain and the others, that's a story for another time.

The not-so-bright living room was eerily silent at this moment, as if something was being suppressed or accumulating inside.

Mr. Z stood there, lost in confusion. As a latent madman who had also been secretly corrupted by the primal will, even the "Fool" was worried about his intelligence at this moment.

This doesn't mean he's lost his mind, but rather that he often gets stuck on trivial matters concerning "the Lord," a characteristic shared by the Aurora Society's group of lunatics.

"No, that's not right. The Lord can do it. No, the Lord cannot do it."

A normal person could easily see through this trick to fool themselves, but for this cult member whose rationality was clearly declining, it was not so easy to understand.

The man muttered something to himself, trying to defend himself and loudly refute the great voice he had heard, using his own knowledge and the great voice he had heard.

"Hahaha, Lord, I have sinned!!!"

Suddenly, the messenger burst into a maniacal laugh, then knelt down and began to pray and repent, completely ignoring Klein Moretti, who was watching him cautiously.

That's a madman.

This bizarre scene sent a chill down Mr. Clown's spine, and he made up his mind not to wait for a better opportunity.

As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot!

The opponent's completely unprepared state presents the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack!

Just as Klein was holding the thin gold sheet in his hand, swinging his waist and arms, loosening his fingers, and chanting the word "sun" in the ancient Hermes language, his vision suddenly swayed, and he heard a series of buzzing sounds in his ears. The incantation that came out of his mouth turned into a muffled, cerebral palsy voice.

"Abba."

His head ached, his limbs felt numb and weak, and he heard the call of a great being in his ears. His gaze involuntarily turned towards the direction from which the voice came.

That was the cross pendant that Mr. Z was holding. This pendant seemed to have its own will, emitting a powerful pollution that was corrupting the body and mind of the successor of the Source Castle.

Hornach-Freguera Hornach-Freguera

Just then, as Klein was being corrupted to the point of being unable to move and about to lose control, he suddenly heard a murmur from an unknown source.

These were the delirious murmurs he heard after taking the potion, which Klein regarded as a monstrous flood, a sign that things were about to spiral out of control.

However, at this moment, the illusory ramblings came so timely, like Mr. Clown's last lifeline, miraculously suppressing some of the eerie corruption that was eroding him and seemingly causing him to develop another personality.

"sun!"

The still unclear ancient Hermes language echoed in the room. With the help of his experience from each time he entered the gray fog, Klein used all his strength to throw the thin gold piece in his hand amidst the sharp, illusory babbling that gave him a splitting headache.

The blazing sun talisman shimmered in mid-air, radiating intense heat.

The light intensified, instantly enveloping the mentally unstable Mr. Z. Without a sound, a sudden burst of intense light erupted, forming a blazing, golden sphere of light at the location of the divine messenger.

The intense heat and the purifying power from the blood of the Eternal Sun God instantly vaporized the Sequence Six Aurora Envoy, without even a scream.

Under the golden light, the floor, walls, and ceiling near Mr. Z were instantly melted, creating huge holes. Meanwhile, outside, the sunlight within dozens of meters suddenly shone brightly, causing the temperature near the detached house to rise considerably.

This is the power from the gods, this is the purification from the sun!

The young night watchman knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, using meditation techniques to suppress the increasingly intense calls and the delirious murmurs in his mind that were affecting his state.

He struggled to his feet, not bothering to look around, and skillfully took four steps backward, chanting incantations such as "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" before logging onto the gray mist amidst his illusory ramblings.

However, just as Klein's mental body entered the Source Castle, the strange contamination that was affecting him tried to sneak in with him.

Just then, the blue orb that the Night Watchman kept close to his body flickered slightly, causing the strange contamination to move a distance away and ultimately fail to catch up, disappearing "regretfully" beneath the firewall of the Source Castle.

"What is that thing!?"

Upon witnessing this scene, Mr. Fool felt a chill run down his spine. He never expected that there would be such a bizarre thing that even the gray fog couldn't solve.

You must understand, this is the gray mist that allows him to divine the eternal sun and shield him from its pursuit; it is his Fool's warm little nest in the "other world".

"Luckily, luckily I had the sealing artifact Ron lent me with me. But how come that sealing artifact has this kind of function? How come I didn't know it before?"

"However, the fact that I was able to hold out for so long was probably also related to the passive effect of this sealed artifact."

"Phew, that little brat may be stubborn and concerned about his image, but he's actually quite generous."

"The Fool" Klein slumped back in the bronze chair, meditating on layers of spheres of light in his mind to suppress the intense heartbeat caused by the tension and excitement just now.

"That Connor Paterson is undoubtedly a member of the Aurora Society, but what the hell is this Primal Creator? Could it be a powerful alliance between the Primal Witch and the True Creator, two great evil gods?"

Why is he here, and it seems like I'm his target?

"Damn, no way! Am I so handsome that even the Primordial Witch has taken a liking to me? This...this...even a fool can't resist!"

As his thoughts drifted through the hazy gray mist, Klein shook his head sharply, denying his own conjecture.

He trusted his other judgment more than such unfounded conjecture.

Could it be a coincidence?

Those coincidences, whether real or fake, are shrouded in mist and hidden in every little thing—coincidences that haven't appeared for a long time!

The person who orchestrated the coincidences seemed to be very keen on killing him. The experience of being targeted by the witch was still fresh in his mind. If it weren't for Ron, if it weren't for this gray fog space that made him realize something was wrong with the other party.

He would probably actually keep the appointment and "study history" with Mrs. Sharon in the room.

Even if he resisted the temptation and refused to "study history" with Mrs. Sharon, that witch who was acting strangely would probably throw him on the bed and force him to study.

Klein could absolutely foresee the ending: studying until he was exhausted, out of ammunition, and dying stiffly.

Recalling this, recalling that erotic scene and Mrs. Sharon's revealing dress, Mr. Fool's thick skin instantly turned red.

"But it's a man!!!"

Taking a deep breath, Klein used meditation to suppress his chaotic thoughts, reminding himself not to go astray.

Everything that just happened seems normal, but looking back at the result reveals many problems.

He used the gray mist, the sealing artifact given to him by Ron, and the demigod-level Sun Talisman to break through this near-death situation.

These are precisely the things an ordinary night watchman should have, so even disregarding these "cheat codes," this meticulously planned trap would have been enough to kill him hundreds of times over.

"That Aurora Society member's target was too obvious; he came for me. My Night Watch identity hasn't been exposed."

"If that's the case, then the guy who created this coincidence has improved quite a bit. What exactly is he trying to do? Just because I sensed him, he's eager to kill me?"

"Wait, if the other party can create coincidences, then my current body in reality..."

Upon realizing this, "Fool" Klein instantly enveloped himself in spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling, and swiftly returned to the real world.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a sight that made his heart sink: the flames that had been burning fiercely due to the high temperature had been extinguished.

Two burly men stood guard, pointing revolvers at Mr. Clown.

As Klein watched this scene, he was about to use the Joker's extraordinary abilities to feint and deceive his opponent when he suddenly felt something cold pressing against the back of his head.

"Put your hands out from under your robe and above your head. If you make even the slightest abnormal movement, I'll smash your head in!"

Threatening words came from behind. With a sense of danger, Mr. Joker saw what was going to happen next. Without hesitation, he immediately raised his hands and once again made the choice that followed his heart.

"I surrender!"

As Klein spoke, he threw the silver-white slumbering talisman on the ground.

(End of this chapter)