Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 203 The Love Story of the Prince and the Witch (3K)

A gaze fell upon this Sequence Two demon from afar.

The "Blood Duke" collapsed instantly, transforming once more into a black, viscous desire, attempting to change positions and evade the unknown, eerie presence.

But no matter how he tried to escape, he was destined to never escape the gaze that was fixed upon him.

At that moment, having learned the true name of the great being, He successfully established a connection with Him.

This is a very close occult connection!

In an instant, everything seemed to freeze, and a pitch-black, boundless world appeared before His eyes.

And in this world, in the distant future, endless light emerged, instantly engulfing His consciousness.

This is the status from the past; if Ron wanted, he could easily kill any human who had spoken his name.

Inside the not-too-large, not-too-small examination room, blood and bits of flesh were splattered everywhere, while in the very center of the room stood a black, viscous liquid, like desire itself.

Suddenly, the figure's fingers twitched, as if something strange had entered its body through the connection, accompanied by a commotion.

"Hey fatso, stop squeezing! This body won't be able to hold you any longer!"

"You rascal, be good, just bear with it, it'll pass!"

"Strange! Retract your tentacles, are you afraid no one will notice you!?"

"Ha, you narcissist, dream on! Mind your own business and take your eyes off the table!"

"Enough, you two bastards, don't forget our plan!"

With a loud shout from the Celestial Venerable's will, the body of this Sequence Two demon gradually quieted down.

"Actually, if we could make Him my secret doll, our plan would go much more smoothly."

These are quite sincere words, and one of the few truthful statements made by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun in all his years of life.

"hehe……"

"hehe……"

However, this hard-won truth and the Heavenly Venerable's extremely sincere advice were met with a cold and indifferent snort.

This world is probably sick. No one believes the truth. Even if His Lord of Mysteries has no integrity, putting aside the facts, are you not at fault?

If you've never lied to anyone, how would you know I'm lying?

You bastard, that's stereotyped and prejudiced!

The Old Celestial Venerable curled his lip in his will, shamelessly praising himself with the most despicable logic.

"Mysterious, as everyone knows, your words are as empty as farts!"

"You freak, take off your mask and be the happy clown again—that's the real you. Don't force yourself!"

"Shut up, you two bastards!"

The Celestial Venerable's will was so fiercely challenged by these two shameless individuals that it was practically smoking. He could only roar, not giving in verbally, while ensuring that his own will could also occupy a place in this body.

"Fatball, you've stuffed too much in!"

"Sothos (‵□′), you said this many wouldn't come in!"

"Hmph (╯^╰), what's there to be afraid of? Just bear with it and it'll pass!"

"No!"

"No!"

Ultimately, under the strong protests of the Celestial Will and the Primal Will, Ron withdrew a portion of his own will and handed over control of that part of his body to them.

At this moment, this body is like those steel and coal companies in Backlund.

Ron holds 51% of the shares, while the Celestial Will and the Primal Will each hold 24.5%, emphasizing fairness and impartiality!

As for why he wanted to take over this body, it was obviously for the sake of his next plan.

Achieving their strategic goals was not easy, and deceiving the Outer Gods was even more difficult.

Not to mention, among the three, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun has a terrible reputation, and by his own efforts, he has successfully lowered the average reputation of the three of them.

Therefore, simply unbuttoning one's clothes and striking a pose, or loudly proclaiming that one's house is very large, would not be believed by those ancient outer gods, let alone allow them to risk entering the barrier.

A complex plan was inevitable. On the one hand, he had to give the Outer Gods the illusion that they could win, and on the other hand, Ron had to find the “wise ones” among them, or those he thought were “wise ones.”

Through various means and information, this lucky "great wisdom" is given the illusion that he can win twice, thus separating him from the Outer God Alliance, making him unconsciously follow his desire for more and willingly fall for the deception.

The three pillars grasped the desires of those outsiders very accurately.

Extraordinary characteristics, primal essence, are things that the Outer Gods will never give up, even when facing the most powerful beings in the world, they will not back down in the slightest.

Incidentally, this was a plan given by the Celestial Being, which was modified by Ron and the Primal Will.

"How despicable!" ×2

"How shameless!" ×2

"This is so exciting!" ×1

Accompanied by two unanimous exclamations and an extremely loud and despicable laugh, the body was completely devoured by the three strange beings, leaving not a trace behind.

The Celestial Will has taken over the physical body, the Primal Will has taken over the island of the mind, and Ron is entrenched in the present and future of this body, altering the tiny ripples of fate.

Using their own methods, they completed the first step of their plan without anyone noticing.

"Ha, just as we expected, the Abyss is the breakthrough point; we can use some methods there to get the Outer Gods through!"

As they perused the memories within the body, the three wills spoke in unison, beginning to weave a concrete plan for the next step.

"Hmph, problem solved!"

There was nothing unusual in the night sky, and the blond boy reverted to his usual human-like self.

He gave a haughty snort, glancing arrogantly at the Angel King in the distance, as if he had accomplished something extraordinary or was secretly plotting some shady business.

Solved!?

The war angel's warning of danger vanished abruptly. Looking at the fellow he had just met that day, he seemed to have a completely new understanding of the ancient Outer Gods.

With just a few clues, and without even knowing the other party's name, an angel was eliminated. Even 0-08 couldn't weave a story based on such a small amount of information.

"Ha, ha, ha, you're not lying to me, are you? You didn't actually do anything, right?"

Seeing the blond boy's arrogant demeanor, Medici's lips curled into a mocking smile. He forced a couple of laughs, not daring to utter a loud provocation.

"Hmph ╯^╰, a leopard can't change its spots!"

Ron scoffed dismissively, too lazy to explain anything further to this evil spirit.

"Master, is it really resolved?"

Sensing the terrifying atmosphere, Aria had already used her personal mirror to enter an empty room a kilometer away.

This useless witch, who was only good at saving her own life, arrived late and returned to her master's side, asking a question in confusion.

That's right, she asked questions because she discovered that the owner in this state would answer any question, no matter what it was.

It's like instinctively teaching knowledge.

"certainly!"

Ron gave a positive answer, which completely put Arya's mind at ease.

"Thank you for your help, praise be to you!"

Seeing that one of her major problems had finally been solved, the scumbag witch immediately prostrated herself on the ground, flattering him with the smoothest of strokes.

"Heh, don't get too excited, I have other tasks for you!"

Upon hearing this, the scumbag witch froze in her flattery, suddenly remembering the evil gods and demons that required enormous sacrifices to summon, and a sense of unease crept into her heart.

When there's trouble, it calls for its master; when there's no trouble, it calls for evil gods and demons—it's all incredibly realistic.

"Master~"

The aphrodisiac witch pressed her face close to the blond boy's soft belly again, trying to use her skillful tongue to bring pleasure to her master.

Just then, shouts came from the street less than 300 meters away from Ron and the others, along with the sound of two carriages speeding along and scraping against the road.

"Triss, come back with me!"

In the stillness of the night, a male voice called out loudly, coming from the more upscale and luxurious carriage behind, whose exterior was adorned with a half-covered emblem.

This was the sword of judgment of the Augustus family; its half-concealed appearance revealed the anxiety and unease of the carriage owner.

"No! Don't even think about it!"

A slightly mournful female voice replied, and judging from her appearance, she seemed to have suffered some great blow and psychological trauma.

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Upon seeing this, a slightly irritating tsk-tsk sound came from the Red Angel's mouth, as if she were mocking something or implying something, causing Ron's vision to go black and him to break free from the witch's embrace.

"Ha, Medici, I hope you'll be just as comfortable with your new body!"

The War Angel's provocation was undoubtedly effective; at the very least, it successfully made Ron remember the incident.

Suddenly, the sound of a mirror shattering echoed in mid-air, and a holy, dignified, and untouched witch with a radiant and dazzling appearance stepped out of the mirror.

She was dressed in a simple white robe, her hair loosely tied up, and she was stunned when she saw Arya's miserable state.

"Oh dear, I didn't expect you to be so concerned about the sect's actions, senior. I really misunderstood you~"

"Hehehe, little sister, what are you saying? If anyone is to be wrong, it's not you!"

The useless witch immediately gave a fake smile upon seeing this person. Her words were equally sharp, implying that a mere Sequence Four like him had no right to point fingers at her!

"Arya, don't push your luck! In Backlund, you should obey my orders!"

As if provoked by something, the Desperate Nightingale Panatia immediately raised her head proudly and looked down at the aloof and arrogant witch senior she had long admired.

The thought of trampling Arya underfoot always gave her a sense of conquering her, making her blush and pant with excitement whenever she thought about it.

"Heh, look at me, I only said a few extra words, why did you have to look at me like that, little sister? You're so annoying~"

"you!"

Clearly, Panatia is superior to her senior in status, but she is far inferior in both strength and verbal sparring.

(End of this chapter)