Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 214 Why not ask the great, boundless wisdom?

As a new generation member of the Rose School with ideals and ambitions, Steve's vision is much longer-term than that of most people within the school.

Since arriving in Backlund, in addition to completing tasks directly from Lord Suea, he has also witnessed all sorts of "advanced" technologies.

Look at the high-speed steam trains, the highly modernized urban facilities, and the various steel mills. Their efficiency is terrifying, enabling the country to produce nearly 1200 million tons of steel annually.

He saw this in the newspaper. Although this somewhat educated but not very vengeful spirit did not know what it represented, he at least knew that steel was indispensable for manufacturing cannons, guns, ammunition, and airships!

Without gods, without mystery, without terrifying high-sequence individuals, the Rose School wouldn't have been able to resist; Steve himself would probably be a "glorious" citizen of Ruen by now.

Of course, this is all predicated on the northern continent's nations showing great kindness and refraining from discriminating against or exploiting these colonized people.

However, such a scene only appears in beautiful dreams.

The situation in the Southern Continent is not optimistic. They have gods, and so does the enemy. They have high-sequence beings, and the enemy has even more. Therefore, this war will ultimately come down to a contest of technology and productivity.

Otherwise, having more high-sequence individuals would be of no use.

"We must get our hands on the manuscript of the third-generation difference engine!"

"And that Tulane von Helmoshuin, if we get the chance, we should kidnap him and take him to the Southern Continent too. Then we can lock him in a dark room and make him invent a machine every day. If he can't do it, we'll whip him!"

Steve looked at his two subordinates and reiterated his plan once again.

"Lord Steve, what's the matter with Lord Nasser's mission?"

Just then, Jason, the "living corpse," asked a good question, silencing the dark alleyway completely.

The mission to hunt down the defector was important, but ever since their unexpected encounter with the incarnation of God, they were no longer so certain.

They remembered that the incarnation of the god had only told them to leave (get out), without explaining whether or not they should do the task from Lord Siea.

Lord Seara was clearly able to contact the great "Time and Space Ruler," but he did not recall them, and even Lord Jax, who was in charge of the mission, did not give them any instructions.

The three of them seemed to have been forgotten by everyone!

"Lord Steve, we were previously hunting down traitors of the 'Mother Tree of Desire,' but now we worship the 'Dominator of Time and Space.'"

After a long pause, Jason, the "zombie," hesitated again before asking a very insightful question.

Logically speaking, they are now also considered deserters of the "Mother Tree of Desire".

"Jason, did the zombies eat your brain? Headquarters' slogans say the 'Mother Tree of Desire' is the embodiment of the 'Dominator of Time and Space'!"

Just as the "vengeful spirits" and "living corpses" were lost in confusion, a wise voice came from the mouth of the "werewolf" Tyr.

No way, no way, no one actually believes that...

Hearing these honest words, Steve and Jason exchanged a glance and saw the complex emotions of concern for the mentally challenged in each other's eyes.

This topic is rarely mentioned within the school, because no one would be foolish enough to provoke the leader of the Rose School, a Sequence One "Godly Abomination"!

"Perhaps we can ask the divine messenger to listen to the will of the great 'Key to the Gate'?"

"And Lord Steve, the detective whose leg we broke is gone, vanished. It seems another faction in Backlund knows about the manuscript, and Hermoshuain is nowhere to be found. Perhaps we can ask God for help!"

After a while, Jason, who thought he was very smart, summarized the current predicament. He looked at his boss's face and whispered his "smart" advice.

"Jason, I've never understood why we're looking for this manuscript. God's name clearly states that He is 'all-knowing, all-seeing, and infinitely wise.' Why not ask Him for answers to any technical problems?"

Just then, the brilliant "werewolf" Tyr asked another insightful question, leaving his two companions, who were racking their brains over the manuscript, speechless and unable to utter a word for a long time.

Oh right! What this guy with low IQ is saying seems to make some sense.

Then... then all our work all this time has been for nothing!?

"Ahem, Tyre, God bestows upon us His greatness, but we ourselves find our own merit!"

"This, this could very well be a test from God!"

"Furthermore...and the steam engine wasn't invented by the god of steam and machinery."

Several minutes passed before Steve finally reacted, giving his subordinate a grand lecture before quietly and somewhat resentfully citing a special case.

"Master, these are invitations from our next-door neighbor, Mrs. Brenda, and Mr. Eisen from number 60. They would like to make a morning visit around 1 p.m. tomorrow to get to know their new neighbor."

"As you know, this is very popular in Backlund, especially since you, Master, are rumored to be a mysterious tycoon recently."

"Although your behavior might make you seem like a 'nouveau riche' to outsiders, the fact that you could so easily buy this villa still makes many people curious about you."

A clear, bird-like voice echoed in the living room.

Arya was dressed in a black and white maid outfit, her long legs encased in stockings that felt somewhat tight around her skin.

At this moment, she was like a personal maid, dutifully reporting on the various things she had encountered that morning, while squatting in front of the mirror tidying up her master's clothes.

However, the witch's long, slender, fair hands kept touching Ron, and there seemed to be invisible wrinkles on the blond boy's shirt.

"Hmph ╯^╰, in this country, in this kind of society, it's always unavoidable that this kind of thing happens."

Upon hearing this, Ron grunted habitually, then raised his little head and looked at his servant as if analyzing or instructing him.

"Master, you don't actually have to see them. After all, to us, they're as fragile as ants."

The witch Aria's clear voice hesitated, as if she couldn't quite grasp her master's thoughts.

"Aria, this world is just as fragile to me. Even angels are no different from ordinary people in my eyes."

"However, some things cannot be judged by appearances alone."

"The tide of the times is rolling in, and without these weak creatures, how can we talk about the word 'time'?"

Smelling the faint scent of perfume in the air, feeling the witch's long white hair teasingly brushing against her neck, and stroking her long, black-stockinged legs tucked inside her, the blond boy said this.

"The trend of the times?"

Arya, also a member of the Twilight Hermits, noticed the words and murmured in confusion, not knowing what her master meant.

"Yes, Arya, do you know what my favorite thing is?"

Ron chuckled at the sight and casually pushed up his monocle.

"Uh, is it something lewd?"

The witch, who knew her master very well, blurted out what was on her mind.

"Hmph, what I like most is saying no to those who 'smile without saying a word,' 'speak in two parts,' 'do everything covertly,' 'do unethical things behind people's backs, 'squeeze out information only after they've already revealed it,' and 'are all show-offs with no real ability!'"

Ron snorted irritably, kicked Arya's shin, and then said through gritted teeth:

"I'll defy the times, and when the time comes, I'll make Him cry and beg to call me 'Dad'!"

"If others can be this ancient sun god, so can I!"

The blond boy revealed a wicked smile as he told his trusted subordinates about his unspeakable plans.

Upon hearing this, the witch immediately lowered her head, clearly realizing the confusing relationship between "He" Ron mentioned, the ancient sun god, and calling someone "Dad."

"Master, so you want to personally intervene in the trends of the times?"

After a moment of silence in the living room, the witch, who only knew how to speak with a hint of sarcasm, asked curiously.

Her legs unconsciously tightened slightly, causing the blond boy's hand to slide deeper into her body with the slight movement.

She quickly pressed her body against Ron's, placing most of her weight on him, allowing the boy to feel her intense body heat and hear her soft breath on his ear.

Although Aria, a high-ranking witch, still couldn't understand her master's thoughts, she could still grasp what actions and behaviors would please Ron.

She's a top-tier witch when it comes to erotic content.

"I didn't realize that besides freeloading off me, you could also put your talents to good use."

"Unfortunately, although your approach represents femininity, it's not my type. I only like beautiful women!"

Seeing his servant's ingratiating behavior, Ron, while enjoying his older sister's embrace, earnestly recited scumbag quotes.

The fair hand wiped on Aria's black-stockinged thigh, then lifted it and gently pushed her forehead, causing her to fall backward and sit on the ground.

"As you wish~"

The witch didn't press the matter further, immediately got up to clean up the remaining items, and bowed respectfully.

Besides coveting Ron's body and wanting to sleep with him and have some unspeakable relationship, Arya also cherishes her own life.

As Emperor Rosell aptly put it, "Lust is a double-edged sword." Although Miss Witch didn't understand why this proverb was said, it didn't prevent her from grasping its meaning.

This must be Emperor Roselle's summary of his philandering life.

The witch wholeheartedly agreed.

"I'll get him into bed sooner or later..."

Looking at her master, who shared a similar "fondness" with her, and feeling the intense sense of moral decay and the disparity in their social status, the witch licked her lips, unable to resist the urge to stop.

"Master, please come with me."

After tidying up and changing her clothes, the witch wasted no time. Using her extraordinary abilities, she opened the mirror world and, with her master, went to find her sisters.

(End of this chapter)