Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 217 This is human nature, kid! (3.7k views)

"In Backlund, there is my church; with my will, you will be accepted!"

The boy's golden eyes lit up slightly as he gazed at the wealthy girl, who was bowing her head and seemingly devoutly believing in herself, and the trembling hunter, and calmly gave an order.

Then he didn't linger, as if he had crossed endless dimensions and instantly disappeared from the spot.

"Mr. Naldo, we are now..."

A few minutes later, a trembling voice came from somewhere, which woke up the very unlucky hunter.

Although the girl often said that "God" would come to save them, she mostly used this as a form of emotional comfort.

However, when this incredible thing actually happens, and one is not devout enough, it will not be a source of comfort.

"Let's go to Backlund. At worst, we'll do what that guy said; maybe we'll even get protection!"

The hunter, a heretic, was surprisingly calmer than the girl, making a decision in the blink of an eye.

After all, no one knows if they turn around and run away, or if they will turn into dust as quickly as the high-sequence individuals just now, as if they have been dead for many years.

Their recent experience taught them to keep their heads down and not overthink things, because some things cannot be easily predicted.

Especially in this Fifth Age, when the gods are nowhere to be seen.

The world is being trampled underfoot by the "One Who Unifies All Things," and everything around Ron is rapidly changing around him.

In the eyes of the gods, Ron Sothos could already see a lush mountain range, uninhabited and displaying a geological landscape completely different from the extremely polluted Backlund.

With a crisp snap of the fingers, echoing throughout the world, the figure from the pillar borrowed the authority of space and instantly eliminated the perfectly disguised layers of barriers before them.

The blond boy's vision suddenly went dark, and he found himself in a secluded corridor.

Inside this stone corridor, the uneven walls are covered with thick layers of material, which look like they have been there for a very long time.

"That girl was really nice, too bad we could only look. Damn, I really don't understand what's so guarded about this underpass, how can anyone actually get in?!"

"Exactly! We're in charge of guarding the gate, while those in charge of slave management just enjoy themselves. They even throw their 'little parties' without including us!"

Soon, the guards' complaints caught Ron's attention. He adjusted his monocle, made no attempt to conceal his movements, and calmly walked out.

"Who's there!?"

"Who are you!?"

Hearing the unusual noise, the two guards both looked at Ron in unison.

Their gazes were fixed on her for a moment, then slowly straightened, as if they had never seen such a beautiful woman before.

However, just as the blasphemous thought of stripping the beauty naked and holding her in mid-air to play with her flashed through their minds, their vision seemed to be split into countless perspectives, and eyes grew from their heads, arms, chests, abdomens, and thighs.

With a series of eerie "splattering" sounds, these eyes, carrying parts of their original owners' bodies, fell to the ground and crawled into the dark corners in all directions.

"No, no!!!"

Terrified screams echoed, and the fleshy creatures covered in eyes seemed to retain their own conscious reason, only able to watch helplessly as they turned into monsters, unable to change their current fate.

Blasphemers should be punished!

The handsome young man pushed up his monocle and walked towards the illusory gate maintained by ritual magic.

As if a gentle breeze were blowing on his face, the world before Ron's eyes changed again. He saw a dark and enclosed space, as well as an extremely large maze.

This is a product of wishful thinking.

This labyrinth is full of misleading elements on all levels, and if someone accidentally falls into it, they will likely only sink deeper and deeper, with no way to escape.

Seeing this, Ron pushed up his monocle again, not understanding why the bearded man was doing this pointless thing, as if he was trying to stall him.

Countless, illusory, and endless timelines reappear, each representing Ron's endless possibilities.

The omniscient and omniscient authority allowed the great being to see through everything. He sighed, took a few steps, and followed the correct route to the center of the maze.

"You've arrived."

Suddenly, a gentle voice came from the corner, causing the blond boy to stop in his tracks.

"Of course, to be honest, you're really hard to find."

Pushing up his monocle, the handsome young man saw the priest wearing a simple robe, with a light blond beard and eyes as clear as a child's.

This time, he can be sure it's the real body.

"I thought this day would be later, I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry."

The bearded man stood up, as if everything was under his control, as if he had long anticipated Ron's move.

"Hey bearded man, don't you have anything to say? If all you want to say is spout this nonsense, I can beat you half to death for your father's sake!"

"Don't worry, I'll spare your life since you've helped me a few times!"

"My greatest virtue, Ron Sothos's greatest strength, is fairness!"

Ron shrugged and curled his lip, dismissing the words of the ancient sun god's son.

Doesn't he know whether he'll be discovered or not? If the bearded man guessed this scene, that's possible, but to say that he arranged everything perfectly is just showing off.

"Really? Then what is the just Ron doing here?"

The term "Imaginary Angel" was uttered somewhat reluctantly, causing Ron's lips to curl into a smile, and his mood improved slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense. I've found your weakness: you want to use the tides of the times to become Sequence Zero!"

"so what?"

"So, what I mean is, 'Chief,' you don't want your ascension ceremony to godhood to fail, do you?"

Seeing that the King of Angels still seemed clueless, Ron finally smiled slightly and gave Him a subtle nod.

Just then, the blond boy suddenly felt something pat his shoulder from behind.

The young man arrogantly turned his head, only to see a familiar face. The face was extremely handsome, with golden hair and golden eyes. It was himself!

This "Ron" was expressionless, his demeanor utterly indifferent. He seemed like a puppet, a machine, a proper incarnation of a god.

He looked at Ron indifferently, as if he had seen through all the blond boy's behavior all along, and without hesitation, spoke authoritatively:

"Those who blaspheme must not be allowed to live!"

The words of "Divine Ron" carried supreme authority and power. With just one sentence, the blond boy felt pressured and unconsciously took a step back, as if he had truly admitted that his behavior all along was blasphemy against the gods and against himself.

"Get lost!"

The blond boy, who had taken a step back, was somewhat angry, seemingly feeling that his pride had been severely hurt, and then spoke arrogantly.

His curses carried supreme authority and power, and in an instant, they shattered the form of "Divine Ron," turning it into specks of light that returned to their own time.

"You dare to scheme against me!?"

The boy turned his head, his eyes widening slightly, seemingly surprised that the bearded man had such courage.

Ron felt terrible about what he had just experienced, as if he had killed himself with a knife. His face was visibly flushed, and the anger on his face was obvious.

His golden eyes gleamed slightly as he wielded his power, seemingly wanting to beat the troublemaking bearded man into a pulp.

But just then, he suddenly noticed that the bearded man had something in his hand.

This thing has golden, ethereal lines, each of which has no end in sight. They are tangled together and surrounded by countless "singularities".

Uniqueness!

"Hehehe, how could I possibly accept that?"

Upon seeing this, the blond boy immediately changed his tune, revealing an undisguised smile. He scurried over to the bearded man and raised his little hand to collect the illusory golden thread.

"Actually, your father and I are sworn brothers, so you should call me uncle. I even held you when you were little!"

"You were too young to remember this, that's normal. Come on, give this back to your uncle."

Seeing the blond boy's face and hearing his blatant lies, Adam fell silent for a moment.

In the eyes of this godlike being, "humans" seem unable and should not act this way.

One second they're fighting to the death, the next they're all smiles. One sentence is calling each other by nicknames, the next they're sworn brothers. Even though He is the "King of Angels" in the audience's realm, even though He can switch between various personalities, He cannot do this so naturally.

Besides, when did you become sworn brothers with me? How come I didn't know?!

"Actually, I have always been exploring the balance between 'divinity' and 'humanity'."

Adam took a deep breath and did not hand over the "unique" garment to the blond boy, letting the other boy grab his robe and keep pulling it down.

"Do you really want to punch me right now?"

Suddenly, the priest with a light blond beard asked this question.

"Ha, you know that's good. Just give me the 'uniqueness' now, and I won't argue with you!"

Upon hearing this, Ron fell silent, stopped what he was doing, and adjusted his monocle.

"According to my research, anger is not common among the Outer Gods, and your emotions just now seem to be different from theirs; you had a lot of 'selfishness' mixed in."

Adam explained, as if he had gained a new understanding of his own trials and guidance.

"I am who I am! It's not as complicated as you make it out to be!"

The golden eyes did not look away from the imagined "uniqueness," and the boy replied casually.

"You have your own followers, things you care about, and even servants. As far as I know, the Outer Gods don't care about these things."

The bearded man suddenly sighed, his emotions seeming to fluctuate more, but Ron could tell it was just a premonition.

"Ron Sothos, let's proceed with the second trade!"

The priest initiated a fling with the arrogant blond boy.

"What do you want to trade? To be honest, I don't even know what your first trade was! You'd better give me a straight answer this time!"

Ron nodded his little golden head, agreeing to the deal and indicating that they could talk things out.

"I give you this unique thing."

"First, you mustn't disrupt my plans again. Besides, you seem to be planning something, and without sufficient strength, things could easily go wrong!"

"Secondly, 0-08 should belong to me in exchange for what you want!"

"Thirdly, you must not go around ruining my reputation!"

The "Ancient Sun God" recounted his deal with mixed feelings, and habitually resorted to hints.

"Sure! I, Ron Sothos, am a man of my word!"

Ron nodded frantically, indicating that these were minor issues.

"Okay, take it. I hope you won't disappoint me now that you have someone to care about!"

The "Imaginary Angel" stretched out its palm, as if it had put down a heavy psychological burden, and handed the object of uniqueness, which had been projected from the ocean of the collective unconscious, to its original owner.

His eyes flickered as he watched the boy stuff it into his chest and as Ron gradually returned to wholeness. Suddenly, he felt a pang of emotion, as if he were recalling the scenes of his battles with the "Dragon," the "Giant," the "Elf," and the "Phoenix."

Suddenly, He felt His robe being tugged. The King of Angels looked down and saw that the golden-haired boy's warm gaze had suddenly turned cold.

The ancient sun god had a bad feeling.

"Now, it's time to settle our score!"

Ron grabbed Adam's robe to prevent him from escaping, showing a complete disregard for Adam's feelings.

"Didn't you say you were sworn brothers with my father and wouldn't hold it against him?"

The angel of fantasy wore a stern face, as if she had foreseen her own end.

"Hmph, going back on your word is 'human nature'! Learn from that, kid!"

Ron grunted, his eyes bursting with boundless light.

Thirty minutes later.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Let go!!!"

(End of this chapter)