Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 192 Two Homeless People

"Ron, you've saved me countless times, but I couldn't even save you once!"

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Mr. "The Clown" gazed at the black-and-white photo on the tombstone, a slight smile playing on his lips, concealing the sadness and loss in his heart.

At that moment, he seemed to understand the true meaning of the clown and felt the potion in his body being digested in large quantities.

"Although your origins are mysterious, I bet you didn't know I would be resurrected, otherwise why would you have pushed me away?"

"Goodbye, brat, I'll get revenge for you and me!"

With black hair and brown eyes, the young historian, exuding a scholarly air, seemed to be mourning, or perhaps setting a goal for himself.

Looking at this brat who used to give him a lot of headaches, he suddenly realized that the other person's rudeness wasn't so unacceptable after all.

"If only you could come back to life and continue teasing me, I'd really appreciate it. You're not so bad after all."

Klein touched the blue sphere in his hand, then carefully tucked it into his coat. He didn't know why this obviously suspicious item hadn't been contained, but instead had been buried with him.

"Perhaps it's related to the fact that it no longer emits blue light?"

With a disappointed sigh, the great "Fool" left the cemetery in low spirits and began to wander aimlessly.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at Narcissus Street and was standing in front of his own house.

Klein took a deep breath, about to step forward, but suddenly stopped, then shook his head with a wry smile and wandered aimlessly into the distance.

Backlund.

6:30 a.m.

[A fresh steak, through a series of coincidences, somehow ended up in front of Ron Sothos from the store. Influenced by an unknown force, it entered the pan, searing itself until golden brown on both sides, oozing with juices.]

Fresh peas and various seasonings, through a series of coincidences, arrived before Ron Sothos. Due to some unknown influence, they miraculously jumped into the pot in a specific order, transforming themselves into a master-level pea soup.

One by one, iron pots coincidentally rolled out of the store and landed in front of Ron Sothos, ready to catch the ingredients.

[...Uh, a gas pipeline nearby exploded, and the Backlund gas company will send people to repair it, and coincidentally, the gas pipeline ends up in front of Ron Sothos...]

[...gas stove...gas stove...]

[And the house... the house is also a coincidence...]

I really can't make this up anymore!

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As the quill pen fell to the ground with a thud, and the writing faded and disappeared rapidly, the blond boy's face immediately fell.

"You can't even do this simple thing right, what use are you?!"

Ron kicked the quill pen twice in annoyance, and gave a sarcastic hum that seemed to have a hidden meaning.

This evil god, who had been completely ruined by Klein Moretti, finally realized the importance of his servants at this moment!

I miss Klein on my first day away!

As Emperor Rosell aptly said, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Having been pampered like a servant for two months, Ron was feeling somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Logically, by this time, he should have already eaten the breakfast that poor wretch provided, but now he has nothing!

The lack of a house, a soft bed, wall lamps, delicious food, and obedient servants left Ron with a strange feeling.

I felt that I would be wandering the streets and alleys of Backlund at night, just like at the beginning, with no place I could call "home".

Fortunately, the noise in his mind pulled him back to reality, after all, this was one of the few things he hadn't changed.

"Sothos, you fucking deserve to die! Is this what I'm supposed to do with my power?! You shameless bastard!"

Seeing that his mortal enemy dared to use and defile his authority in this way, the narcissistic primal will could not suppress its instinct to be provoked and immediately began to rage and rant.

"Oh, getting impatient..."

Upon seeing this scene, the Old Celestial Venerable did not hesitate to chime in and immediately took back the words that the "Primordial Creator" had used to mock Him a few hours earlier.

"hehe……"

As for the blond boy, he simply pushed up his monocle and gave a disdainful sneer.

The cold laugh sent a chill down the spine of the Primordial Will's extraordinary nature, as if there were other information hidden in the laughter of its mortal enemy.

Seeing Ron's knowing smile, even the great "Primordial Creator," with the authority of a "tyrant," could easily foresee what was about to happen.

What would a wicked, vulgar, and lewd person write with this pen?

I dare not think about it, I dare not think about it...

"Sothos, if you dare use my authority to write such obscene things, you're finished! I will tear your authority apart and cast you into the boundless hell forever!"

The primordial will issued a warning in a fit of "furious anger," but this time the response it received was two cold laughs.

"hehe……"

"hehe……"

The even more despicable Heavenly Venerable's will sensed all of this and sneered twice.

He loves kicking someone when they're down!

"Hmph, Primordial, now it's my property. I can do whatever I want with it, and your complaints are useless, because you can only watch helplessly inside me!"

"Hehehe, that's right! You can only watch!"

Upon hearing Ron's words, the Celestial Will, who knew more about this matter, grinned from ear to ear, and its tentacles made a "slap slap slap" sound as they slammed into the ground.

He felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration at the same fate befalling his other arch-enemy!

What excites Him even more is that He can come up with many "good ideas" to insult the "Primordial Creator" who can only watch helplessly.

"Hehehe..."

Thinking of this, the despicable and shameless laughter grew louder and louder, easily suppressing the two shouts that were cursing at each other.

"Shut up, your laugh is awful!"

"Mysterious, if you dare to go with Him, you won't live either!"

Ron's forehead twitched, and he shook his little golden head, unilaterally silencing the two noisy guys.

With a helpless sigh, the blond boy picked up the quill pen lying dead on the ground.

After all, life is like that; nine times out of ten, things don't go as planned.

Therefore, the great Ron Sothos decided to change the status quo, and his immediate priority was to find someone who could serve him.

A servant who is good-tempered, can cook, do laundry, clean the house, buy desserts, and speaks kindly.

Of course, it would be even better if she were a great beauty with a noble status, so that she could match his identity as the "Dominator of Time and Space"!

The blond boy stared blankly as he began to recall people he knew who met the criteria.

"That goddess of the night?"

"Not really. He's very cunning and has special authority. I don't feel comfortable having Him serve me."

(End of this chapter)