Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 211 Resurrect!

"You shouldn't die, but do you think I should?"

"Albert, you abused your position to smuggle extraordinary weapons and materials from within the church, and you even killed Romini, who discovered your secrets. Tell me, do you deserve to die?!"

Hearing these twisted and shameless excuses, Yurin Gustav's face flushed red once again, and she immediately retorted without hesitation.

"I can't be bothered to reason with you; you're not worthy to listen!"

"Come on then, if you dare! I'm standing right here. You've always wanted to throw me on the bed and strip me naked, haven't you? Well, here I am. You're not going to chicken out now, are you?!"

"Or perhaps your thing is useless and can't get hard at all?"

The "craftswoman," who had been chasing the wanted criminal from Trier to this place, glanced at the boy beside her and had a brilliant idea to do two things at once. She immediately launched into a sarcastic remark, like a drowning person grabbing another person's arm, trying to drag him into the water as well.

"Bang bang bang!" Another burst of gunfire rang out. Although Albert, hidden deep in the darkness, did not speak, the bullets crackling with electricity made his stance clear.

Suddenly, Yurin Gustav's figure was torn apart by the raging bullets, turning into countless scraps of paper scattered everywhere.

As she watched the last paper figure disappear, Yu Lin's smile froze. At that moment, she seemed to have a bad feeling.

Because the trainee inspector realized that the terrifying guy beside him was not a dull puppet or a mindless monster.

"He might even be, perhaps, maybe, probably smarter than me!"

Thinking about these things now is undoubtedly outdated. The trainee inspector did not hesitate and immediately turned around and ran away, losing the composure and confidence he had just shown.

However, she had only taken a few steps when she was instantly back to where she started, as if she could never get any distance away from the blond boy.

Done!

"Hmph, you're such an idiot!"

Just then, Ron couldn't hold back any longer. He looked at the "craftswoman" who thought she was very clever and, without hiding it, let out a mocking hum.

"Alright, let's not waste any more time. Do you need me to help you deal with him?"

The blond boy took a deep breath and pointed to the black-robed man who had approached and was about to pull the trigger again.

"Bang!"

"need!"

Before Yurin Gustav, who had a strong will to survive, could finish speaking, the bullet crackling with electricity was heading straight for her head.

The "Craftswoman's" vision was instantly filled with blue electric light, and her mind began to unconsciously recall her short life.

But just as her head was about to be smashed, the illusory ticking of the second hand sounded again, turning this space into a black and white "photograph".

Yurin Gustav, still retaining her own colors, collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, seemingly still reeling from the shadow of death.

"Every gift of fate comes with a price tag. Since I saved your life, what should you repay me with?"

Just then, the young man's leisurely voice reached her ears, bringing the young lady back to her senses.

"Uh, with my body?"

The "craftswoman" from Trier spoke as if by reflex.

"Want to be with me? Dream on! You're incredibly foolish. I wouldn't even consider you!"

Ron waved his hand dismissively when he heard this.

"Alright, seeing that you don't have anything good to offer, I have a task for you. Your position within the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery must be quite high. I need you to find out if you have any special '0' level sealed artifacts!"

The requirement is related to either 'time' or 'space'!

"Of course, you should also inquire with the church of 'Eternal Sun.' As your old rivals, they should have some knowledge of your church."

Upon hearing the conditions proposed by the blond boy, Yurin Gustav's expression stiffened, as if she were thinking of the traitor from the Steam and Mechanical Church who was currently firing a gun, intending to kill her.

"Sir, could you please choose another one?" she asked hesitantly.

"Another one will do. Rosell's Blasphemy cards, just three of them, will still keep this deal fair!"

The blond boy didn't offer a discounted price; he adjusted his monocle and began offering psychological counseling.

"Actually, you don't need to feel guilty. I just asked you to inquire about it. As for whether it really exists, I will naturally go to Trier to ask your Pope for it personally, or talk to the God of Steam and Machinery."

Ron stared into the "Craftswoman's" brown eyes, awaiting her answer, which would determine her fate.

During the pause, she couldn't feel the passage of time. Perhaps an eternity had passed, or perhaps just a moment. Yulin finally made up her mind.

"Alright, Your Excellency, I agree to your conditions. However, I'm only responsible for confirming whether it exists. But I'm just a Sequence Six, my status isn't quite high enough yet, so this might take a long time."

The woman from Trier spoke hesitantly, seemingly still undecided about the task. Her eyes were lowered, and she pursed her lips, tentatively adding some conditions to the requirement.

"Okay, to be honest, you haven't learned the essence of your great-grandfather's teachings."

Ron responded, recalling the Roselle diary he had seen at the Tarot meeting, and curled his lip in disdain.

To be honest, he had originally intended to take this good-looking fellow as a servant, so that Medici would stop subtly mocking him for not having many men.

However, from the traitor's words, Ron learned that this good-looking lady seemed to hold a high position within the Church of the God of Steam and Machines, and so he came up with this plan.

God, you can’t keep hanging on to one tree, especially when it comes to the important matter of your resurrection.

Besides messing with the bearded man, the seven major churches should also investigate thoroughly, just in case they actually find something.

The snap of fingers echoed through the black and white world, signaling that the deal was done.

"If you dare to leak the secret, or try to delay, you will die again at your destined turning point!"

The great Ron Sothos issued a warning, then simply waved his hand, cutting the traitor of the Steam Church in two before the horrified eyes of the "Craftswoman".

It was cut vertically into two sections!

"Yes, Your Excellency, I will do my best, no, I will definitely complete it!"

Having witnessed the boy's ruthless killing, she felt a chill run through her body and stammered out her assurances.

"Hopefully so, and finish it as soon as possible!"

Ron nodded slightly, then continued:

"Don't just sit here, you have a lot to do tonight!"

"what?"

……

Wednesday.

morning.

Inside Ron's desolate mansion.

"This is the last material. You can begin the Life Forging process!"

"I was paid!"

The red angel Medici came to the blond boy's side and started nagging, urging him to hurry up and stop making excuses to delay progress.

"Heh, Medici, I always feel like you can't use that witchy trait anymore. The way you nag is just like an old woman who has lived for thousands of years."

Ron, as was his habit, remained sarcastic and did not refuse the Red Angel's strong request.

If a normal person were to attempt to achieve life refinement, the first step would undoubtedly be to pray to the deity in charge of the relevant field, followed by a ritual to mix various materials in sequence, gradually perfecting an alchemical body.

However, who is the great Ron Sothoth? As a "great being," he would not pray to himself.

The boy raised his left hand and waved it slightly in the air. The thousands of materials then transformed into their future forms, rotating around the tube of blood from the mythical creature that had passed through the hunter's pathway at the very center.

An endless sound seemed to come from the void, a soft murmur from the "One Who Returns to Oneness," who, as the beginning and end of everything, wanted to give this bottle of blood the concept of "new life."

The blood began to circulate continuously, and it transformed into a tiny embryo. As soon as the embryo appeared, it expanded rapidly and began to grow quickly under the great power of time.

The collected materials also took this opportunity to mix and transform, slowly seeping into the body to make it compatible with its new master.

Childhood, adolescence, youth...

"Medici..."

The blond boy called out, and the red angel, who had been waiting for a long time, instantly disappeared and entered the body.

At this moment, the King of Angels seemed to sense the evolution of life, and His illusory spirit was merging with this physical body in an extremely subtle way.

It seems like a very, very long time has passed...

"Haha, I'm finally back to life!"

A beautiful female voice, as melodious as a mountain stream, let out a ghostly scream, causing Ron to involuntarily curl the corners of his mouth.

The owner of this voice was extremely beautiful, with long, straight red hair that covered her graceful figure.

Her fair and smooth skin had a rosy hue, and her dark eyes combined with her high nose bridge gave her a regal and charismatic aura.

"Hey, when did my pecs get so big?!"

Suddenly, the woman, whose charm and heroism were intertwined, weighed her "heavy possession" in her hand and muttered to herself as if her mind was a little fuzzy.

"wrong!"

The beautiful lady cried out again and hurriedly reached for her crotch, but when she reached out to grab it, she found nothing.

She looked down and saw two soft lumps, a wisp of red hair, and tightly closed lips.

"Ron! What's going on!? I don't remember having any witch traits yet!"

"Medici, don't be nervous~ How's this body!? It was created with my own ingenuity, it's absolutely beautiful!"

"I figured you'd change sooner or later anyway, so I might as well reincarnate you as a woman."

The blond boy pushed up his monocle and looked at the angel king, who now seemed much more pleasing to the eye, with considerable pleasure.

"By the way, if you don't like it, you can change back now, but taking root and sprouting is very painful!"

(End of this chapter)