Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 209 Let me show you how powerful Adam is!

The crimson moonlight spilled onto the dilapidated streets of the East District.

The dim, flickering light of the streetlights illuminated a glamorous figure.

The figure had blond hair and golden eyes, and was dressed impeccably. He wore a monocle and exuded an indescribable air of nobility, making him stand out from his surroundings.

This man was none other than Ron.

"It's exactly the same as before!"

With a sigh, the blond-haired boy suddenly recalled the scene when he had just escaped from the spirit world.

The East District is no different now than it was two and a half months ago.

With his short legs and pushing up his monocle, the blond boy walked into a park.

Materials related to the 0-08 era are scattered here.

Frankly speaking, for a great being to personally run errands is extremely beneath his dignity, and it's also the basis and handle for the two bastards inside him to laugh at him so fiercely.

But in the early stages of starting a business, as anyone who knows, knows, he didn't have many subordinates in Backlund.

At that moment, Ron understood the difficulty Mr. Fool had to overcome by getting up in the middle of the night to listen to prayers.

"Sigh~"

He sighed and decided that he would do more of this immoral behavior in the future.

After all, sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone.

Just as Ron bent down to pick up the heavy package, a figure darted out from the bushes in the park.

"Put your hands behind your head, slowly squat down. Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a child!"

Without thinking twice, the figure pulled out a "Ferocious" revolver from the holster on his waist.

The revolver's muzzle glowed faintly red, locked onto Ron, providing a rather useless deterrent.

"Officer, I was just trying to pick up my things. There's no need to point a gun at me, is there?"

Ron looked at the Extraordinary, who was dressed in the uniform of a trainee inspector, with chestnut hair pulled up high, sharp brown eyes, and a matching soft cap, and pushed up his monocle.

"Oh, your stuff?"

"You're Albert Finney's contact!?"

"Looks like I've caught a big fish!"

However, this woman, who was slightly less attractive than Leonard, suddenly turned red in the eyes, as if she had encountered a mortal enemy.

She took two deep breaths to calm herself down, and seeing that the blond boy did not resist, she immediately stepped forward.

The trainee inspector remained vigilant, still locking his red-glowing gun barrel onto the blond boy who was "too scared to move."

"What's your name?"

"Why did you come to take this?"

"Where are your family members?"

Ron smirked as he faced the policewoman's questioning.

Steamed buns? I'm being asked this just because I came out to get my own things!?

It doesn't matter who the materials inside this package belonged to before; what matters is that it now belongs to the great Ron Sothos!

"Hmph! ╯^╰"

The blond boy first grumbled in annoyance, then squeezed the 0-08 in his pocket hard.

Even though his status and strength could crush him to death, he still couldn't change the other party's mischievous nature.

At most, we can only make it more restrained, after all, this characteristic is called "writer", and coincidence is also a wonderful drama.

"You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law!"

Seeing that Ron was refusing to cooperate, the female police officer immediately pressed the revolver in her hand against his head and asked threateningly.

"My name is Adam!"

"He is the King of Angels, who serves the Creator!"

The blond boy smirked, continuing his tireless efforts to tarnish the bearded man's reputation, while also adding layers of social status to make his words more convincing.

"Uh, is it very famous?"

The trainee inspector had clearly never heard of this person before, and didn't understand what "King of Angels" meant or who "Adam" was. She was a little stunned and asked a rather naive question.

"Look at what you're saying! I'll show you what Adam is all about right now!"

Upon hearing this, Ron's face immediately lit up with a smile, and his handsome appearance made the lady blush.

Clearly, in the quiet park at night, the image of a domineering older woman wielding a gun and a "weak, helpless, and pitiful" blond boy reminded this member of Mechanical Heart of some unpleasant books.

The kind with illustrations.

However, in the brief moment she was stunned, she suddenly saw a small hand grasping the muzzle of her revolver.

Before she could react and pull back in time, the muzzle of the "magical item" was twisted into the shape of an Intis twisted rope in an instant!

It was twisted into a large, twisted shape by the fair, delicate hands!

What?!

The trainee inspector stared wide-eyed, her expression filled with horror. She reflexively released her hand and backed away, trying to get away from the strange blond boy.

As the owner of this revolver, she knew this magical item all too well. It corresponded to Hunter Path Sequence 5 and was an extremely powerful primary weapon.

In terms of hardness, she used her extraordinary abilities to make an assessment and concluded that it was even harder than diamond!

And at this moment, her greatest reliance was so easily taken away!?

"I, Adam, hate it when people point guns at me!"

The boy's tender voice echoed in the ears of the "Craftswoman," causing the "Mechanical Heart" member, who had just managed to slip away, to abruptly stop.

No! At my speed, I should have already run ten meters!

Just as a thought flashed through her mind and she realized something, her body trembled as if she had been electrocuted.

Because, in this dark and silent park, a cold hand grabbed her arm, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

The "craftswoman" turned around abruptly and saw the blond boy pushing up his monocle behind her, and the "fishing package" right in front of her!

She didn't create any distance at all!

She felt that all she was doing was running in the same place!

The sound of a heart pounding wildly echoed in the quiet park.

This bizarre and terrifying scene caused the members of "Mechanical Heart" to freeze abruptly, beads of sweat sliding down their foreheads, and they lost the courage they had shown when interrogating the blond boy.

At that moment, her instinct was to use the remaining magical items on her to notify her teammates, or to make a final stand!

The talisman with magical power froze in mid-air as soon as it was thrown out, as if time had stopped for it, and even the magical power it emitted froze, unable to reach the predetermined future.

Scattered scraps of paper filled the air, and the paper doll of the magical item also met its demise, just like her current fate, so heavy that nothing else could bear it.

The leaping flames and the psychological suggestion all lost their effect at this moment!

"What is this?!"

She screamed.

Even though she had dealt with many cultists and killed many out-of-control extraordinary individuals, Miss "Craftswoman" still felt a deep-seated fear and horror at the extraordinary events she was currently experiencing.

This feeling of helplessness, with all her trump cards rendered useless, plunged her into the deepest despair. In that instant, she seemed to have already foreseen her own end.

To be killed by a strange being, or to be forcibly corrupted and become its servant!

"Hmph! Now you know how powerful I, Adam, am!"

Ron scoffed at the "craftsman" who was on the verge of tears, released his grip on her hand, and caused the trainee inspector to hit her head on the ground, writhing in pain.

"You seem to be quite wealthy and capable. I'm still short one... no, I'm short many servants!"

"From now on, you'll follow me!"

Ron sized up the other person's appearance, confirmed her gender, and, sensing the strength of the "craftswoman" from earlier, nodded somewhat reluctantly.

Although the other party is not yet a demigod, as Emperor Roselle said, it's like choosing the best among the worst. Wanting servants of all angels is still too difficult a goal.

"I will not betray my faith, you demon!"

However, not everyone is as unscrupulous as Arya; the trainee inspector clearly harbors considerable hostility towards Ron.

"Tch~"

Ron scoffed dismissively, ready to show this clueless guy the power of his "Imaginary Angel"!

Ten seconds later

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! I was wrong! I'm willing to be your servant!"

A loud, hoarse shout echoed through the quiet park, filling the minds of passersby with endless reverie.

Under Ron's torture of cracking his fingers, the chestnut-haired lady finally succumbed to the evil god's tyranny.

It's not her fault, because even the great Fool couldn't hold out for long.

"What's your name?"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle and asked the trainee inspector who was rolling on the ground in pain.

"Yuren Gustav."

After a while, the "craftsman," whose face was flushed red with pain, finally managed to utter his name.

"Ha, Gustav, don't tell me you're a descendant of Roselle?"

Ron was stunned; he hadn't expected to hear such a familiar surname here.

"That's right, my great-grandfather was Emperor Roselle, Your Excellency. I am an important member of the Church of Steam and Machinery. If you capture me, you'll likely face considerable trouble!"

It was only then that Yurin Gustav realized what was happening and suddenly remembered her extremely powerful ancestor and the church power behind her.

She suppressed her lingering fear and threatened, half-suggesting and half-sincere.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

But Ron didn't care. He just glanced at the descendant of his "good friend" and gave a haughty hum.

"If you're so capable, then summon your god of steam and machinery!"

He added dismissively.

"By the way, what are you doing standing next to this package?"

Upon hearing this question, Yurin Gustav paused for a moment, then lowered her head shyly and stammered:

"I am applying the military strategies left by my great-grandfather."

For a moment, the blond boy fell silent, and a cold wind seemed to blow through the quiet park.

(End of this chapter)