Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 215: Won't it break if I use it like that?

Edsack watched Triss being hit by a flowerpot again, and felt that fate was so strange; this girl seemed destined to be by his side.

He watched the girl drift into a daze once again, his face flushing red, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Edsack Augustus was inevitably even more excited!

Seeing that the time was right, he went to his room.

[One hour...]

Two hours...

Three hours...

Four hours.

【…】

"Sir, it doesn't have to be that bad!"

The blond boy was engrossed in writing 0-08 when he suddenly heard the voice of "Desperate Nightingale" Panadia, who had gained a lot of knowledge, coming from beside him.

"Sir, you only need to keep the target under control; you don't necessarily need to use this method!"

"Furthermore, this will cause the container to be damaged..."

Panadia looked at the various pieces of knowledge written in the book, pursed her lips, and rather shyly and subtly stopped Ron from continuing to write.

"I thought you would like this, after all, only when they are similar enough can the container play its greatest role."

"A prince is a rare find in this world, so you must cherish this opportunity!"

The blond boy suppressed the strong resistance from 0-08, pushed up his monocle, and gave the explanation that it was all for their own good.

I think that's exactly how you want to write it!

Despair Nightingale's eyes twitched, and she gasped for breath. Under Ron's amused gaze, she rushed swiftly towards the washroom of the small suburban manor.

Twenty minutes later...

Some demigod-level witches, their legs weak, walked in, leaning against the wall. Their expressions were relaxed and somewhat joyful.

"Heh, that's taken quite a while. Alright, now that I've helped you control this container, shouldn't you give me my reward?"

"Endless Wisdom," whose mind was full of useless information, curled its lip in disdain, looking down on this guy who wasn't seriously studying knowledge.

Although the knowledge he is writing about now is not very serious, knowledge is not divided into any kind.

As long as there is a need, and as long as the knowledge can be imparted and is useful enough, Ron Sothos doesn't distinguish between good and bad, right and wrong.

So you're asking whether this knowledge is useful or not?

If a "Pleasure Witch" can act according to the above knowledge, the progress of potion digestion will increase significantly.

"Sothoth, you deserve to die! You have insulted the name of Omniscience, and is this how you wield my authority?!"

"Pah! Disgusting! Despicable! Ever since you returned to reality, you've become more and more like these weak creatures. What happened to your status and identity as a pillar of strength?!"

The Primal Will could no longer tolerate the contents of the book. Although the knowledge itself was correct, Ron's application of it ignited His wrath as a "tyrant."

"Fat Ball isn't very interesting. How about I describe to you the scene of the 'Fallen Mother Goddess' and her countless husbands giving birth to children?"

The despicable will of the Celestial Venerable clearly didn't care about these things; in fact, it was even more perverse, not giving up the opportunity to confront this disgusting nemesis.

"Shut up!"

Ron's face darkened, and he once again banished the image of his philandering ex-girlfriend and her faded, aged appearance from his mind.

"You two are getting more and more annoying. Life is an indispensable part of the world's development, how come it sounds so disgusting in your mouths!?"

"Moreover, the power of life is linked to the power of beauty. I don't like such things, so why would I like 'opening the door'?!"

Taking a deep breath, the blond boy stood at the highest point in the world and began to point and gesticulate. The implication was that he was just making a normal description, but some people were dirty and overthinking things.

"Fatball, shut your damn mouth! I've told you, when we're arguing, can you please not involve me in any of your sentences for more than three sentences?!"

The Celestial Venerable was furious upon hearing this. Even though he thought he had been careful enough, he hadn't expected to be dragged into this argument.

"Ha, Sothos, you can fool others all you want. What do you know about the authority of life? Have you ever even accepted it? You're just full of theoretical knowledge!"

The Primal Will, however, scoffed disdainfully and delivered a fatal blow to Endless Wisdom, speaking the truth as it did.

You son of a bitch!

The blond boy's face stiffened, and he was somewhat exasperated. His great "endless wisdom" hated it most when others said he was incompetent.

Especially in the practical application of knowledge! This is an extremely fatal provocation for him!

"Narcissist, you're right, his little mushroom is completely useless!"

"Perhaps being 'opened' is His only chance to feel the authority of 'life'!"

The words "despicable, wicked, and shameless" echoed in Ron Sothos's mind, causing the blond boy to stare wide-eyed in disbelief, feeling utterly mocked.

"Ha, then I can totally change my image!"

Ron retorted defiantly, then unilaterally blocked out the increasingly grating mocking voice in his mind.

"Your Excellency, I hope you will keep your promise!"

Just then, the voice of "Despair Witch" Panadia came. She held a small box in her hands and limped to Ron, handing him the special item.

"Very well, in that case, we can proceed with the deal to the next step!"

Ron picked up the white quill pen lying on the book again, raised his hand and pushed up his monocle, indicating that they could cooperate further.

"Your Excellency, this is exactly what we've been hoping for. After all, we never know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first."

"The famous quotes of Emperor Russell are timeless."

"And since you seem to have some connection with that person, you should know even better that these things shouldn't be known to the three major churches."

Looking at the handsome young man before her, the Witch of Despair blushed and lowered her head. She did not question the man's origins and fully trusted Ron Sothos's conscience.

If he has one.

"Oh? That one?"

Ron pushed up his monocle, looking rather puzzled. Hearing the mumbled words, he suddenly thought of a certain bearded man.

"Yes, Your Excellency, this 'Witch of Despair' trait was actually given to me personally as payment, which I then instructed you to pass on to you!"

"Otherwise, the Witch Cult wouldn't have so easily given away a Sequence 4 attribute!"

The witch was very polite, pointing to the iron box with strange patterns, confirming Ron's question.

Are you sure?

The blond boy was taken aback, not because he was surprised by the matter, but because he believed the bearded man should know the purpose of the "witch" attribute.

As Medici's former colleague

Oh dear, Medici, this isn't my fault, it's all Adam's fault!

"I'm sure!"

"Ha, very good, it seems He knows what's good for Him!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy smiled and nodded, taking it as a sign that the bearded man was yielding to him.

After all, he didn't interfere when he went out to ruin the other party's reputation, and his own actions were still openly exposed under the bearded man's nose.

This is a silent protest and threat.

If you don't come out and make a statement, I'll blow up your house!

Although the bearded man was still as stingy and blind as ever, still hiding in the shadows, still sitting in a corner, Ron understood what He meant.

By helping Him become a god and fulfilling His plan, you can obtain what He desires!

To this end, He even used the characteristics of a "witch" as an example, making the implication quite blatant.

Outside Backlund.

Upper reaches of the Tasok River.

A simple wooden cargo ship was moored in this makeshift, rudimentary harbor.

The Tasok River originates in the Minsk Mountains, north of Loen and between the Sea, and then branches off in Akhova County.

One river meanders along its established route to Backlund, while the other, named the Hoy River, flows through important Loen cities such as Tingen and Stün, all the way to the port of Enmat, and finally empties into the Sunia Sea.

It was late at night, and darkness enveloped everything.

The darkness, devoid of light, seemed to be a messenger of fear, rendering the nearly one hundred slaves, their hands shackled and feet bound, unable to utter a single sound.

The crimson moonlight spilled across this desolate land, making the rushing river appear as if it were blood.

No, that's blood!

"Quick, pull him out! You two sons of bitches, how could you let him jump in like that? Don't you know these things cost money?"

A rude and barbaric shout suddenly rang out, and a grain merchant wearing a round-necked, coarse white linen robe and with a bulging belly directed his men to quickly implement "emergency measures."

"Boss, he jumped down himself. I tried to stop him with my weapon, but he actually dared to charge at me."

The businessman's subordinate was clearly not convinced by his "superior" and retorted with dissatisfaction.

Then, without any preparation, the man dressed as a sailor jumped into the turbulent river. Like the best sailor, he pulled the still-bleeding corpse out of the water in just a few dozen seconds and tried his best to eliminate the slightest clues.

"Damn it!"

"Do you know how much effort it took to transport these slaves here? Do you know how much each one cost? Do you think we won't even be able to get into the Red Theater next time we go to Bayam?!"

Upon seeing this, the "grain merchant" couldn't help but curse, his rudeness and barbarity resembling that of a pirate roaming the seas.

Seeing that the slave was no longer breathing, he waved to his men to carry the body back to the cabin to avoid leaving any obvious clues.

But just then, a commotion broke out among the slaves. The heavy chains and shackles rattled, followed by a clang and then silence.

No sooner said than done, just as the sound drew everyone's attention, a figure suddenly appeared behind the grain merchant.

The figure was like a hunter hidden in the shadows, taking advantage of the darkness to strike swiftly. In just an instant, the iron chain was wrapped around the slave trader's head. With a strong twist of his wrist, the grain trader's head was rotated 180 degrees with a "crack"!

The heavy thud of a heavy object hitting the ground stunned all the slaves and slave traders for a moment.

"Heh, so this is the final destination for you bunch of idiots. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Tasok River in the Kingdom of Rune, right?"

"I have to say, you guys are unlucky to have run into me..."

"After all, I never expected to be robbed by a pirate general so soon after arriving at sea, then thrown overboard, and finally fished out by a bunch of idiots like you!"

"Hahaha, how foolish! You actually believed my story and thought I was just an ordinary person?"

The red-haired figure, having just dealt with the minor leader, began to launch into a tirade of sarcastic remarks.

Clearly, he had been feeling really stifled during his month-long period of silence.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just as he was making his sarcastic remarks, a series of gunshots rang out from all directions, and the bright yellow bullets arrived in front of the man in an instant.

However, he was clearly prepared for all of this. Just as the gunmen raised their revolvers, he changed his position, letting the bullets whiz past him.

It seems like they're mocking the crew members with their actions; your reactions and movements are no different from those of an 80-year-old woman.

Red flames suddenly burst forth from the surrounding void, transforming into fire crows that caused the sailors who were either firing guns or charging forward with weapons to quickly dodge, and for a moment no one dared to rush forward.

The hunter, who died before he could even begin his mission, looked defiantly at the slave traders. Suddenly, he started running, using the darkness around him to conceal himself and the "dazzling" effect created by the sudden appearance and disappearance of flames to quickly approach the "Extraordinary Ones" who posed the greatest threat to him.

This was something he had confirmed during his month-long voyage.

As a hunter, gathering information about your prey is a fundamental skill!

These extraordinary beings, who were only at the ninth rank, were like fat fish to him. Apart from being stronger and having illusory scales covering their bodies, they posed no threat whatsoever to his flames.

He wasn't even proficient in combat; he only relied on brute force, swinging his arms like a curly-haired baboon.

One, two, three.

"You, you stay away!"

Finally, after losing several of their companions, the slave traders lost their former masterly demeanor and retreated rapidly, fearing that the red figure would strangle them with the iron chains in its hands.

"Don't run away! Come to your dad!"

Seeing this, the hunter roared, uttering a simple mockery, but the slave traders remained unaffected; their expressions seemed to say:

What good is being a son when faced with death?

The few remaining "merchants" jumped into the water, trying to escape the hunters' pursuit.

(End of this chapter)