Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 196 "Witch" or "Witch"—Choose one! (3K)

Ten hours ago.

Above the gray fog, inside that majestic, magnificent, ancient palace, like the dwelling place of giants.

Deep red stars were drifting around Mr. Fool.

Meanwhile, our "Fool" was staring wide-eyed at one of the deep red stars that looked no different from any other, his mouth agape.

"Abababa."

After a few seconds of stunned silence, he uttered a nonsensical, cerebral palsy-like sound. Without hesitation, Klein immediately reached out to touch the deep red star that belonged to "destiny".

However, he suddenly stopped halfway through extending his hand, hesitant to go any further.

"Ron Sothos is alive! Ron Sothos is alive!"

After silently repeating the command seven times in his mind, Mr. Fool's eyes darkened, and he saw the citrine pendulum standing vertically on the folded parchment, motionless.

This indicates that the divination has failed.

The divination failed despite all these conditions being met!

"Hahahahaha."

"Ron, you fucking bastard!!!"

Above the gray fog, Mr. Fool let out a loud laugh, followed by a furious roar.

He slammed the yellow crystal pendant onto the floor of Source Castle, feeling as if he had gained a deeper understanding of the essence of the "Clown" potion.

The thought of the heartfelt words he had spoken in front of the other person's tombstone, and the arrogant little brat on that tombstone, filled him with shame. He wished he could disappear into the gray fog.

There was a moment of silence.

"Haha, it's good to be alive, it's good to be alive."

Another burst of pure laughter followed, and Mr. Fool could only console himself with this thought.

"That little brat is really mysterious; he even managed to come back to life. I'll have to observe him closely at the subsequent tarot readings."

However, Mr. Azik always seems to wake up from his coffin; he has no idea how many years he has lived.

"So, is resurrection a standard skill for the 'strong' in this world?"

Klein closed his eyes briefly, wiped away the tears of joy, suppressed his thoughts, and then wrote on the parchment.

"Coenlie White is still alive."

I silently repeated it seven times again, and this time the citrine swung clockwise, spinning very fast!

"That explains why I didn't see his tombstone. It seems the captain and Leonard are still alive!"

Upon seeing the results of his divination, Klein, who had swindled a sum of money from the Night Watchman, was completely relieved. After relaxing for a while, his expression suddenly became strange.

"etc……"

"Did they just kill the most handsome guy?"

Backlund.

West End.

Inside Ron's half-ruined villa.

"Not bad, although you're a bit of a smart aleck, you actually have some skill!"

Leaning back in his chair by the dining table, Ron grabbed a piece of roast meat that exuded a raw, rugged beauty, and ate it while exclaiming in admiration.

"However, your technique is too rough, and you always make too much noise when you cook!"

The blond boy waved his hand, resetting the time here to before the gas explosion.

He had a lot of complaints about Medici's cooking; if he hadn't just isolated the area, half the house would probably have been blown up.

It's important to know that the gas pipeline in this villa doesn't just connect to the kitchen; every room here has a gas wall lamp and a gas meter.

Seeing this magical yet familiar scene, Medici recalled the time when he was grilling meat for some little kid in the ancient kingdom of the sun god.

He always manages to blast that little brat with the monocle flying everywhere, even burning off a lot of his hair.

Furthermore, no one can find any reason why, after all, this is His unique skill. Regardless of the process, just tell me whether the food is cooked or not.

Those glorious years are gone forever!

"Tch~ In our day, everyone cooked like this, and your skills are quite convenient. At worst, you can just fix it again!"

The red angel leaned back in her chair, her legs propped up on the dining table, completely disregarding the feelings of her new employer.

"Then what use are you to me!"

Upon hearing this cunning excuse, Ron immediately slammed his fist on the table and angrily rebuked him.

"Oh, right! Don't forget to tidy up the house, including the toilet and the garden. Get rid of all the old furniture and belongings; I need to buy new ones. We don't have much food, so you'll have to go out to buy groceries every day!"

"Besides, this house needs renovation; it's far too old and doesn't suit my status or position at all!"

Ron's eyes lit up slightly as he recalled Miss Justice's large villa. He made comparisons one by one, completely unaware that the King of Angels at the dining table had already put down his legs and was looking constipated.

"Hey, I'm the King of Angels, you don't really want me to do these things, do you!?"

"These chores aren't my job!"

"Besides, do you expect me to casually stroll down the street to buy groceries?!"

Finally, when the blond boy finished speaking, Medici slammed his hand on the table, emphasizing his identity and status.

He then pointed to his own illusory body, indicating that he was powerless to fulfill Ron's request.

After all, He is just an evil spirit now, how could He possibly swagger out to buy groceries?

Are they saying the Church of the Seven Gods is blind?!

"Hmph ╯^╰, if you didn't do it, who else would I be supposed to?"

"Like a lazy donkey pulling a millstone, producing lots of excrement and piss!"

The blond boy curled his lip in disdain, causing the Angel King's face to twitch slightly again.

"Ha, I'm telling you, look at myself now, I don't meet your requirements at all!"

"However, it's not that I can't do these things, but you at least need to give me a body, right?"

"As long as you bring me a doorman, or a Sequence 4 Undead, and give me the 'Weather Warlock' or 'Conqueror' traits, I'll do anything for you, not just clean your room, but even scrub the toilet."

"Ha, but can you do it?"

Red Angel's words were full of provocation, implying that Ron was either stingy or incompetent, unable to even produce a Sequence 2 property.

He's such a poor bastard!

"Tsk, so you're saying I have to serve you before you serve me?"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle with interest, chuckled, and asked in return. Then, without waiting for the red angel's reply, he continued speaking to himself:

"I don't have the 'Weather Wizard' and 'Conqueror' traits, but I can try to get you the 'Disaster Witch' and 'Doomsday Witch' traits if I put in the effort."

"As for your body, there's no need for that. I can use materials to forge a life form for you that will be a perfect match!"

"What, do you want it?"

Ron's words were laced with provocation, and his smug expression seemed to say, "If you dare to choose, I dare to bury you."

Even the characteristics of a true god at the top of the sequence, I have a way to get for you.

But, the premise is whether you dare to choose.

The blond boy's words made Medici's face turn green again; clearly, provocation required strength.

Turning boasts into reality can sometimes be a difficult decision.

"Stop pretending. You should have already seen the two guys inside me. As a great being who can easily suppress them, you should know that I have the ability to do what I just said."

"But do you dare to choose?"

"Actually, you don't need to make things difficult for yourself. If you only want to stop at the True God level, then disregard what I said. But those guys outside the barrier are not something a mere True God can handle."

"If you really want to continue, you have to change sooner or later, so why bother with another year or two?"

"If all you want is to be a loser, then you should just stay a villain and stop causing me trouble!"

Ron's golden, sincere eyes looked at the angel king he had just taken under his command.

He shook his head and used his signature move again: "Sincerity is the ultimate weapon."

The blond boy's words were entirely from Medici's perspective, with perhaps a touch of personal morbid humor, but the truth of the matter still made it difficult to decide.

"Hunter" and "Witch" are adjacent paths. This angel king obviously hasn't thought that far ahead, because at his peak, he didn't even become a true god before being turned into a potion.

Although it survived in the end, it lost all its unique characteristics and was left with only an empty shell.

Now, it seems He has a second chance to walk the path foretold by the Lord.

"Tch~ How can I trust you? You can completely disregard your promises!"

Medici remained wary of Ron, even though he acted as if they were very familiar, but this was just a test from the "schemer".

As for those above this sequence, He can only pretend to know nothing and see nothing, thus feigning ignorance to avoid unknowingly falling into their unknown trap.

"You can choose not to believe, and continue being an evil spirit!"

Ron gave a disgruntled snort, then said:

"I just like you because I find you pleasing to the eye. Anyone else would be envious!"

The War Angel fell silent instantly, clearly knowing exactly what Ron meant by "pleasing to the eye." To be honest, He sometimes found the other person pleasing to the eye as well.

"If you can get your hands on it, I'm willing to drink a magic potion, but I want not only the 'witch' aspect, but also the 'hunter' trait!"

After a moment of silence, Medici revealed a triumphant smile. Naturally, He had no reason to refuse such a good thing that had been delivered to His doorstep.

If He can truly become a true god of sequence zero in this half-dead state, then regardless of whether He is male or female, let's go for it first.

Some people are even willing to risk their lives and drive themselves mad in order to ascend to the throne of God, while He only needs to change gender. Compared to that, it is not something that is hard to accept.

Only power is the foundation of everything!

In any case, no matter which path He takes to reach Sequence Zero, He will naturally not let go of the adjacent extraordinary characteristics.

And taking this opportunity to eliminate the formidable enemy, the "Primal Witch," would be something that would make Him extremely happy.

However, the most urgent task now is to get a new body and, incidentally, restore some of the strength.

Being pragmatic is what we should be doing right now!

"Okay! You chose this voluntarily!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy revealed a wicked smile, quite pleased with his "prank."

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for the hunter's extraordinary traits for you. But while I'll help you, I can't just give you traits of Sequence 2 or higher for free, so..."

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

Medici, the red angel who was fantasizing about kicking Adam and punching Amon, was instantly paralyzed by this drastic turn of events and stood there dumbfounded.

For a moment, He felt that the being opposite Him seemed to have given Him a lot, but upon closer inspection, it was all just empty promises.

Well, this flatbread is quite filling.

(End of this chapter)