Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

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In the end, the red angel beside the Creator was still unable to turn back into a male as he wished.

However, this was not due to interference from Ron, but rather...

"Hahaha, Medici! I never thought you'd be in this situation!"

"That's right, the great god of war has turned into a woman! Don't worry, Medici, you can just relax and be a woman."

"Sauron, let's unite against Him and not let Him turn back!"

"good!"

Suddenly, two slits appeared on the red-haired woman's face, which had a beautiful jawline, and two different voices came from within.

These voices were also female voices, one slightly gentle, the other sweet and alluring. Ron felt a chill run down his spine and began to wonder if he had been too perverted.

This three-in-one setup always reminded him of the two bastards inside him.

"Stop!"

Can't think any more!

The blond boy closed his eyes and shook his head violently, scattering all the corresponding images he had imagined in his mind. He then kicked the old celestial being and the old god who were watching the commotion from the sidelines.

"Shut up! How come you two seem so familiar with this body? Were you women before?!"

Even as an older sister, the Red Angel's taunts were still just as effective, but at this moment, they didn't have much offensive power.

"That's right! Medici, I'm a woman, what can you do about it?"

"Yeah, from now on you'll have to squat to pee with us!"

"We can teach you how to avoid peeing on your shoes, hahaha..."

These two nonchalant provocations enraged Medici, turning her face red and causing her to gasp for breath. A blush spread across her fair skin, and her "heavy" body swayed involuntarily, making Ron feel dizzy.

"Heh, you two bitches, you must have been pinned down a lot before becoming demigods! Hmm? As 'Conquerors,' how does it feel to be conquered by men!?"

Not wanting to be outdone, Medici immediately stood up and tried to criticize the two stupid donkeys who were with him from a man's perspective.

However.

However, under these circumstances, His provocation did not achieve the desired effect. Sauron and Einhorn seemed to have shed some burdens and began to slack off in a frenzy.

"Hahaha, what else could it be? Of course it's awesome!"

"Now that you've become a woman too, it's pointless for the three of us to argue!"

They shouted triumphantly in unison, seemingly wanting Medici to also experience the pleasure of being passive.

"you."

The Red Angel was speechless for a moment, somewhat bewildered by the shamelessness of these two.

"What's wrong with us, Medici? If you can't get over that hurdle, and you're feeling lonely and can't cope on your own, you can ask us for advice!"

"We can share some experience with you on how to soothe your soul and body when you're lonely, such as what was most commonly used in the Quaternary Period..."

"cucumber!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha, Sauron, you're such a scumbag! But you've forgotten one thing: the great God of War has just acquired a body. He's like a tender flower right now. A cucumber is too rough on Him; it would hurt Him!"

"Eindhoven, what should we use then?"

"Perhaps a toothpick would suit Him better?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The gentle and sweet laughter was both rough and unrestrained, the unstoppable laughter echoing in the living room, causing the windows and walls to vibrate slightly.

The red-haired woman's alluring yet spirited face twisted in anger, her fair skin revealing a flush of rage.

However, the red-haired older sister ignored the two guys who were mocking her, and instead tossed her long, blood-red hair that reached the ground, letting the beauty of her tall figure spread throughout the room.

At that moment, He was like a work of art sculpted by the world's greatest artist, with skin as white as cream, like a peeled egg, and his whole body reflecting a captivating radiance in the warm sunlight.

Suddenly, He took a long stride, his toes leaving tiny marks on the clean, bright floor, while his short red hair, which was slightly shorter than Ron's, swayed a little.

Medici approached the blond boy, put his arms around his shoulders, raised an eyebrow and looked down at Ron, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if mocking something.

As the saying goes, silence speaks louder than words here.

When Ron saw this, his cute little face immediately fell.

He knew perfectly well what Medici's gaze meant; at that moment, it seemed as if a sound was echoing in his ears.

"Little toothpick~"

You're fucking asking for it!!!

The blond boy raised his hand and threw a punch, striking the red angel's beautifully curved abdomen.

The space around Medici seemed to be sealed off, causing his attempt to dodge the punch to fail. His entire body was like a cannonball, instantly smashing through the ceiling from the first floor to the third floor.

Smoke and dust filled the air, chandeliers, floors, and walls shattered, and the villa nearly collapsed under the weight of this pillar-level "normal attack."

"thump!"

A few seconds later, the red angel plummeted straight down from the roof and crashed heavily onto the floor on the first floor.

"Hmph ╯^╰. Medici, now that you have a body, everything in this villa is yours to manage!"

Ron saw the Angel King, who was covered in dust and dirt, getting up from the ground. He gave a haughty snort and handed everything over to the maid.

"Are you genuinely ignorant or just pretending? Look at your neighbors. The wealthy ones have over a dozen servants, while those who aren't so wealthy maintain a minimum standard of decency. And you..."

"Even if you include me and that freeloading witch, there are only two of us!"

"Can't you do math? This villa is so big, and you expect me to manage it all by myself?"

Medici, somewhat weary, uttered his "heartfelt words," seemingly recalling the arduous years of his past when he was both a father and a mother.

Back then, there was also a little kid with a monocle who was tormenting him, only this one was clearly more difficult to deal with than the previous one.

"But you are the King of Angels!"

Ron pushed up his monocle and gave his reasons and evidence with an indifferent expression.

Anyway, he wasn't the one doing the work, so he didn't care whether the servants' tasks were hard or tiring.

Just enjoy it!

Is this human language?

Upon hearing this, Medici's delicate face, a blend of allure and heroism, twisted again. He immediately scrambled to his feet, but stumbled and couldn't get up. He awkwardly tugged at his long, blood-red hair, which was severely hindering his movements, and then casually "comforted" the heavy object in his hand.

"What happened to the King of Angels!?"

"The King of Angels can do the laundry, mop the floor, cook, mow the lawn and garden, tidy up the clutter, and even boil hot water for you to take a bath every day!?"

"What I mean is, this villa is so big, the three of us simply can't make the most of it!"

"I have a saying for you: 'Hogging the toilet without using it!'"

"Russell's description is very apt!"

Her clear, melodious voice, like a flowing mountain stream, spoke truthfully.

The Angel of War could no longer tolerate it. He felt he had to put up a fight, otherwise, given this brat's behavior, he might just sink into depravity.

At that point, let alone beating Amon and kicking Adam, it's uncertain whether he'll even be able to finish the ever-increasing workload!

Although He is the King of Angels, the "Red Priest" path is clearly not good at this kind of thing.

His only skill is war, war, and more war!

War is an art of gathering the masses, not a place to stay here and be a maid!

"I think it's time to hire more servants!"

Seeing that the blond boy did not react, the King of Angels revealed his ultimate goal.

"Okay, you have a point, but do you really want people to die here every few days?"

Ron lowered his head in thought, adjusted his monocle, and pointed to the large crater that had been pierced through Medici's body.

Clearly, one cannot simply become a servant of a great being; at the very least, one must possess sufficient self-protection capabilities and the strength to preserve one's life in the face of various unforeseen circumstances.

Ordinary people are not included at all.

The extraordinary individuals who possess such strength are clearly not those of Sequence Seven or Sequence Six, who are mere novices.

Although there are only two servants in Ron's mansion at present, their status and strength are even greater than those of ordinary saints.

Individually, each of them could form a powerful force in the mysterious world.

The beautiful Miss Medici fell silent, clearly realizing that this place, comparable to the lair of an evil god, was not a place for ordinary people.

He piled his long hair high, strode confidently with his long, fair legs, picked up the sheet that had fallen from the third-floor bedroom, wrapped it around himself, and then leaned back and slumped onto the sofa.

However, His unconcerned sitting posture still betrayed His graceful figure without leaving a trace.

Do you have any cigarettes?

The beautiful woman with long, blood-red hair asked this question.

"No, not at all!"

Ron adjusted his monocle, restored the damaged ceiling lights around him to their original state, and gave a regrettable answer.

Silence fell over the living room, and no one spoke first for a moment.

"Master, who is this?"

After a while, Aria's voice came, and judging from her hurried appearance, she clearly had something to report.

"He is that evil spirit. I gave him a body. How does it look?"

"It's beautiful, but it's still nowhere near as beautiful as you, Master~"

The shameless witch continued her habitual flattery.

"Master, the Witch Cult has provided a meeting place and said they'll pay you in advance if you can perform a single act!"

"The meeting place is set for the outskirts of Backlund, tomorrow night."

The shameless witch secretly sized up the red angel while quickly spilling all her information, seemingly afraid that this unexpected woman would steal her master away.

"What are you looking at? Don't you have one yourself?!"

However, the Witch's gaze displeased Medici, who nudged the heavy thing, causing it to tumble and roll around softly for a while.

"I understand, Arya. Go teach this guy how to be a woman. He looks like the top courtesan in a high-class, legal brothel in Backlund!"

Ron adjusted his monocle and gave instructions to one of his only two servants. He suddenly looked up at the ornately decorated ceiling of the first-floor living room and the crystal chandelier reflecting golden light.

"Why does it feel like something's missing even though the house is bigger and there's more delicious food?"

Ron remarked with this thought.

(End of this chapter)