Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 191 discusses how to treat the psychological trauma from Ammon.

"Hehehe, is that you, a narcissist? Then I'll have to give you a good taste later!"

The Celestial Venerable's will gave a lewd smile, and a chill ran down Ron's spine. Based on his understanding of this pervert, the Celestial Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang's taste was not merely the normal meaning of accommodating authority.

"Tch~ You bastard, do you even know which part of His body that authority is derived from?"

"What if you're experimenting and suddenly discover that your 'opening' authority works on that characteristic?"

The blond boy grinned, chuckled, and steered the conversation toward an extremely vulgar topic.

"Shut up, fat ball, you're getting more and more disgusting!"

"Sothos, you deserve to die! What else can you do besides slept around and talk about these vulgar topics?!"

The Celestial Venerable's will and the Primordial Will were momentarily stunned, then immediately roared in rebuttal.

They never expected that since returning to reality, this guy has not only become increasingly shameless, but has also come up with an endless stream of disgusting words.

"Ha, you tell me, is this knowledge?! As long as it shuts up your two mouths, even vulgar knowledge can be called refined!"

After disgusting his two mortal enemies once more, Ron forced a genuine smile. His golden eyes flickered as he looked once more at the smiling black-and-white photograph on the tombstone.

"My friend, you shed eleven tears for me, and I should shed eleven tears for you in return."

"But there's a clown here who's far better than you; his stupidity makes me just want to laugh."

"Perhaps only your self-deception as Mr. Fool, coupled with your juggling skills atop Source Castle, can compare."

"Never mind, I'll return these eleven tears to you later. I hope you won't need them..."

The blond boy sighed again, his eyes lowered, he spread his small hands, and then walked towards the tombstone on the right.

He looked up slightly and saw the arrogant black-and-white photo of "Ron the Card Player".

【╭(╯^╰)╮】

<(_)>

The atmosphere instantly became quiet...

A gentle night breeze blew by, carrying the refreshing summer air and rare coolness of Tingen, causing the boy's long, golden hair to sway slightly.

"Tsk, what an incredibly arrogant and annoying attitude!"

"Just look at that arrogant look on your face, you deserve to die."

Ron, oblivious to his surroundings, made a comment, proudly raising his little head and revealing the same expression as on the tombstone.

If someone were to pass by and witness this scene, they would surely think that the blond boy had crawled out of a coffin.

"Fatball, have some shame!"

Just then, the disdainful voice of the Celestial Venerable echoed, attempting to bring this shameless and arrogant fellow to the test of his conscience.

"Ha, you freak, don't misunderstand, I'm not the Faceless Man, unlike you, who can completely throw away his own dignity!"

You son of a bitch!

Upon hearing his mortal enemy invoke his authority again, the extraordinary nature of the Celestial Venerable's will as a miracle worker immediately jumped.

One minute he's a clown, the next he's a simpleton, and now he's shameless, making Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun find Ron's foul mouth unbearable.

Although He is shameless, despicable, and untrustworthy enough.

But this doesn't mean that when someone insults him, he should smile and praise them for their insults.

That's not shamelessness or cunning, it's pure insanity!

As a pillar, even without any ulterior motives, He still cares a lot about His reputation; otherwise, He wouldn't have so many titles circulating about Him.

"You son of a bitch, you deserve to die!!!"

"Oh, getting impatient..."

Accompanied by the angry roar of the Celestial Venerable's will and the sarcastic remarks of the Primordial Will in his mind, Ron curled his lips and his figure rapidly faded away, disappearing into the dim cemetery.

……

"Old man, do you think if I also submitted a special application to become Sequence Seven, Klein and Ron wouldn't have died...?"

The poet with black hair and green eyes sat in a chair by the window, staring blankly at the red moon in the sky, feeling a deep sadness that he had to express.

Faced with this situation, Leonard Mitchell only wanted to recite a poem, but the poet in name only opened his mouth and ultimately couldn't say anything.

"Ha, it still will!"

Palez Zoroaster inwardly scoffed, mercilessly criticizing this good-for-nothing.

"Hey, old man, is that how you comfort someone?"

Hearing this, which seemed to imply that he was useless, Leonard's lips twitched, and he felt a surge of frustration stuck in his trachea, almost unable to catch his breath.

He was about to retort as usual, but his movements suddenly froze, stopping for a second.

In that instant, the tables, chairs, ornaments, and curtains all lost their color, everything around turned black and white, and time stood still.

"Did you get the items?"

Just then, a childish voice suddenly rang in Pales Zoroaster's ears. Although he was somewhat prepared for this scene, he was still startled by the sudden voice.

"This is it!"

Without a word, Palez Zoroaster placed a dull quill pen on the desk.

In the past, He wouldn't have even glanced at something as troublesome as 0-08, lest he be targeted by some disgusting person.

but now……

As a powerful and old, weak Sequence One, He still wanted to get rid of this trouble as soon as possible and did what was appropriate for His Sequence.

After stealing something, a thief should always dispose of it!

"It's called 0-08, and it's an important sealing artifact from the original Church of the Night!"

"Okay, I understand. You did well. Perhaps I should reward you!"

Ron picked up the quill pen, examined it in his palm for a while, and then shook his head in a very good mood.

He then reached his palm into the void and pulled out a figure with a sudden clench.

The figure had a broad forehead, a thin face, wore a wizard's robe, a pointed soft hat, and a monocle made of crystal around its right eye.

This is the same Amon that Ron encountered while exploring the Ghost Empire.

Ron originally wanted to turn back time to help the other party revive, but his attempt failed and he only restored Amon's out-of-control body to its original state.

"I*!!?"

Upon seeing this figure, Palez Zoroaster's face twitched violently, and he reflexively uttered a curse.

"This guy possesses extraordinary Sequence Two properties; it should be able to help you recover quite a bit!"

As Ron spoke, he pushed the life-size Amon "figure" to his side, which made Pales's heart tremble.

Clearly, even with a powerful backer, He still harbored a deep psychological shadow over this King of Angels.

Does He still possess His own consciousness?

After a long while, the aged voice asked, worried that there might be some hidden tricks left behind by Amon in this body.

"Hmph, no, I didn't realize you old codger were so adept at this. How can you do this to your crush?"

The blond boy scoffed dismissively. Ron, with his boundless wisdom, completely misunderstood Pales's meaning and actually curled his lips to mock the other's frivolous old man.

"I'm not..."

Upon seeing this, the archangel of sequence one hurriedly began to explain, but before he could finish speaking, the golden-haired boy's figure vanished in a flash.

For a moment, the room was completely silent...

You're dirty yourself, yet you blame others?!

Palez Zoroaster curled his lip, only daring to mutter a curse in his heart.

Then, He looked at the Time Angel clone, whose eyes were lifeless, face blank, and monocle had slipped off, and swallowed hard.

This is an attraction and convergence arising from extraordinary characteristics.

But at that moment, the old man suddenly remembered his many close calls and felt that it would be a waste to simply shatter this body.

After a while, "Amon" suddenly twitched his fingers, not daring to push up the monocle that had already slipped off his eye socket.

"Go clean the room, and while you're at it, scrub the toilet!"

Suddenly, an aged voice gave an order, as if commanding a servant.

(End of this chapter)