Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 216 Adults Make Choices, Children Want Them All! (3k)

"Hey, little missionary, stop chanting 'God' to save you, okay?!"

"I've already chased them away! If it weren't for the fear of the ship being set on fire at sea, I would have escaped long ago!"

Seeing the slave traders either fleeing or dying, the "arsonist" raised an eyebrow triumphantly and looked at his "comrade" who had deliberately made noise to attract the enemy's attention.

She was a girl whose eyebrows and eyes had not yet fully developed, and who was about 1.5 meters tall. Her features were prominent, but her face was haggard, and her dark hair was dry and brittle, making her appear somewhat malnourished.

"They are the masters of space and time!"

"And Mr. Naldo, that's not the same thing at all!"

"Look how cool this name is! It's over a hundred times better than Goddess of the Night, Lord of the Storm, or even the Grim Reaper!"

She argued loudly, trying to reason with this infuriating guy.

"Very well, very well, the ruler of time and space, I've never seen a god chosen and worshipped simply because of a nice-sounding name!"

"If you ask me, hoping your idol will save you is like hoping a star will fall from the sky!"

"I used to believe in the 'Eternal Sun,' but I've had a run of bad luck ever since I got to sea, and I even got robbed by a pirate general!"

Naldo looked at the little girl who had found him at sea, trying to correct her naive ideas.

"The ocean is the territory of the 'Lord of Storms,' no wonder you, a believer in the 'Sun,' are doomed!"

With her striking features and resemblance to people from the northern continent, the girl was clearly no pushover. With just one sentence, she left the hunter, who was skilled at sarcasm, speechless.

"You! You!"

After much pleading, Naldo still couldn't come up with a reason. He then took a deep breath, turned to the slaves, and shouted loudly:

"Everyone, you've seen the situation now. I've chased those guys away, and we're free!"

"If you don't want to be captured and enslaved again, then run away now! This is my most sincere advice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the slaves realized their predicament. Some stood up and looked around, some stood there bewildered, and others had already found a direction and ran off, seemingly realizing that this place was very unsafe.

The hunter returned to the corpse of the "grain merchant," retrieved a set of keys from his body, and unlocked his own restraints. He then went to the "little missionary" and unlocked her shackles as well.

"Mr. Naldo, what should we do now!?"

Seeing the increasingly chaotic crowd around her, even the very proactive girl was unsure of what to do and had no choice but to ask the guy who wasn't speaking properly.

"Ha, Iska, why don't you ask your 'god'?"

The hunter continued to provoke her, but the girl didn't bother with him.

"God said that wise people should stay away from trouble, which means in this situation, you should run away as fast as you can!"

She retorted to the hunter in an annoyed tone, but before the girl could make a move, Naldo, who was already prepared, grabbed her under his arm and headed towards the lower reaches of the Tasok River.

As a qualified hunter, this gentleman naturally knew that there were usually cities downstream of the river, and even if there weren't, there were usually inhabited places. This would be of great help in escaping from these human traffickers.

"Ha, you say you're from the Southern Continent? And a runaway rich girl?"

In the darkness, without the need for additional lighting, the experienced hunters used the crimson moonlight reflected from the river to run quickly while checking the situation.

"Yes, but I don't have any money on me, and there's no bounty on me!"

The girl replied, slightly out of breath, wondering what this guy was up to.

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was that since these people kidnapped people from the Southern Continent, they're definitely not after money!"

"You know, the costs along the way have been considerable. How much money could they possibly make by selling us as slaves?"

"This group of pirates must be organized and disciplined!"

The hunter carefully analyzed the situation, trying to find a way to escape safely.

But just then, a figure suddenly appeared in his sight in the dark environment. This figure was extremely majestic, which made the unruly hunter lower his head.

That's... a high-sequence individual!

A high-sequence individual encountered in this wilderness!

Realizing something was wrong, he quickly stopped and tried to leap to the side to avoid the guy who had suddenly appeared.

But just as he jumped, his body began to fly forward uncontrollably, as if the rules of this place had changed.

Jumping upwards turned into sprinting forward!

"Two more unexpected events?"

The royal demigod in charge of transporting the "cargo" frowned, muttered something to himself in confusion, and then raised his fist and swung it down hard, trying to nip these two accidents in the bud.

Although it is unknown why the originally smooth operation has been plagued by unexpected incidents, and even several of the escorts have died so easily, and it just so happens to be tonight.

But that didn't stop him from solving this little problem.

But just then, as he was about to swing his fist to "execute" the deity, the royal demigod suddenly smelled an extremely strong stench of blood, as if he were already in the legendary "abyss".

"Excuse me, could you please hand them over to me?"

A cold, youthful voice rang out, mixed with an extremely strong smell of blood, like a demon crawling out of the "abyss," causing the royal demigod to suddenly pause in his movements.

The voice came from behind him, and he hadn't noticed it at all.

The fact that the other party didn't seize the initiative means...

caveat!

This is a warning that he'd better not move around!

A demigod-like spiritual intuition is issuing frantic warnings, foreshadowing a perilous end for the individual.

"Excuse me, could you please hand them over to me?"

It was another cold, immature voice, but this time, a hint of impatience could be clearly heard in the words.

With a "thud," a beautiful head, connected to the esophagus and trachea, rolled down in front of him, causing the royal demigod's pupils to shrink abruptly.

That's the head of a demigod from the Witch Cult, and that's the "Desperate Nightingale" who spent a wonderful night with me!

There seemed to be lingering joy and confusion in the witch's eyes, as if she had been suddenly beheaded when she had achieved some goal.

An immense pressure suddenly struck, and the stench of blood seemed to make the royal demigod imagine the ruthless and sinister presence behind him.

"Please, please go ahead..."

In the pitch-black environment, in such a terrifying atmosphere, people always become weak.

Ultimately, the worker's desire to survive overcame his conscientious attitude towards his work, and the royal demigod had no choice but to give in and agree to the threatening "request" from the voice behind him.

After all, judging from the current situation, it makes little difference whether he opens his mouth or not.

Perhaps the latter would allow his name to be engraved on the monument?

Ron tossed his pounding heart with his blood-soaked hand, then looked at yet another believer who had been enslaved and trafficked to Backlund without a trace of joy or sorrow.

The great Ron Sothos did not choose to cooperate with the witch, the royal family, or the bearded man.

After all, he hadn't originally planned to do that. Ron just wanted to secretly find out the situation and then teach the bearded man a lesson.

From obtaining the 0-08 score to beating up the Archbishop of the Storm Church and smearing Adam's reputation, and finally seeking cooperation with the Witch Cult based on information provided by Arya, all of these actions were the result of Ron's probing.

Breaking the trends of the times, causing some disruption, and making that bearded man roll on the ground begging for his father is the blond boy's ultimate goal.

As for the bearded man's furtive hints and what Ron perceived as submission, they only satisfied him, but did not fulfill the demands of the "Time and Space Dominator".

As I said before, what he likes most is saying "no" to those who are self-righteous!

Therefore, after the witch offered to help her sect cover up their slave trafficking activities from the Southern Continent, the "Time and Space Dominator" killed her without hesitation.

Because someone must bear the wrath of God!

As a great being who already considered the Southern Continent as his own, Ron was very dissatisfied with this request.

I was just saying it casually, how dare you bring it up to my face!?

So, if I treat you to beef, are you really brave enough to eat it?

What? Not only are you colonizing my territory, but you're also kidnapping my people, shipping your plundered wealth to Ruen ship by ship, and now you even dare to invite me to deal with my followers!?

Where does this logic come from?!

Who gave you the audacity?!

Even a pig that's been fooled to the point of having zero IQ wouldn't do something so brainless!

Although the bearded man noticed his protest and gave him a hint, Ron felt it wasn't enough.

That kind of trick that's meant to fool a child won't work on him!

You say you'll cooperate, and I, Ron Sothos, feel like I'm losing face!

Adults make choices, but the blond boy decides he wants it all.

He not only cared about his reputation, but also wanted to reclaim what was rightfully his from the bearded man.

So, through his cooperation with the witch cult and by obtaining information about slave transportation, Ron realized a turning point in his fate and personally found an opportunity.

The unfortunate hunter was in good condition, but as a Sequence Seven, he seemed to feel inexplicably strengthened, which made him stop waiting and easily kill the pirates disguised as merchants.

Ultimately, the commotion created by the hunter and the runaway rich girl drew the attention of the royal faction's demigod, who was in charge of this whole affair. Just then, the great being suddenly descended and easily obtained the information He wanted to know.

A white quill pen wrote these words on the blond boy's delicate skin, bringing the play to a close.

Gazing at the royal demigod summoned by 0-08, Ron continued in his cold and authoritative voice:

"Where are you going to transport these slaves?"

(End of this chapter)