Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 232 Hugh: Want to have a couple of drinks together?

"The time is not yet ripe, ah..."

"Judging from his appearance, he can't control the Chaos Sea yet, otherwise how could he have been forced into this situation by the Seven Gods?"

"Fatball, He might need some 'keys,' and those 'keys' might be kept somewhere!"

"If we can find it, the Chaos Sea will fall into our hands, hehehe..."

As always, the Old Celestial Venerable was wicked. He used his special abilities to successfully analyze the true meaning behind those words.

Although He did not want to see Ron regain his authority and be resurrected, He immediately jumped out and offered a despicable and bad idea as soon as He saw that Ron had the intention to meddle in the Chaos Sea.

This is no different from a drowning person pulling someone on the shore into the water!

"Mysterious, shut up!"

"Your despicable and wicked behavior disgusts me. What business is it of yours?!"

The primordial will was furious and filled with hostility toward the one who had attacked it.

Not only did He issue a voice to condemn the other party, He even kicked the "butt" of the Celestial Venerable's will hard in His own mind.

"Sothos, this is a win-win deal. I get the source material, and you get the power!"

A grand voice echoed in the blond boy's mind, proposing what he considered a perfectly fair deal.

"hehe."

But Ron just chuckled coldly and didn't give a reply.

"You freak~ You're my best 'friend'. According to your guess, where is that magical item that can control the Chaos Sea to some extent?"

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

In a sense, the abnormal "love triangle" between the three of them is so complicated that even they themselves don't know when they will become "good friends" with one of them.

It all depends on arguing about uncertain topics.

"Fat Ball, our 'friendship' has existed for thousands of years. To be honest, I really want to help you, but unfortunately, I don't know either."

"Pah, you piece of shit, you're utterly useless, you lowly and trashy scum!"

Having received a disappointing answer, Ron immediately changed his expression, ending his "good friend" relationship with the Celestial's will, which lasted only three seconds but spanned tens of thousands of years.

This change of expression, faster than turning the pages of a book, greatly shocked the primordial will. It once again spoke in a grand voice, half inciting and half mocking:

"Heh, Sothos, you could actually choose the Source Castle. It would be an absolute steal for you, and your shamelessness perfectly matches the characteristics of the Source Castle!"

"Don't worry about your IQ dropping; your primary concern should be how strong you are."

"Narcissist, shut your damn mouth!"

Upon hearing that the old scoundrel was stirring up trouble like this, the Celestial Venerable immediately became anxious, knowing that His essence was right under the nose of his mortal enemy.

If He were to truly be accepted by the other party, it would be better if He were to have a child with Ron!

"You two, if you're useless, shut your mouths! Why are you spouting so much nonsense?!"

The blond boy closed his eyes, rubbed his slightly throbbing forehead, kicked at the pebbles on the side of the road, and pondered his next plan.

Admittedly, his cooperation with the true creator was for his own benefit and to gather intelligence.

However, this does not mean that Ron will allow this guy with a criminal record to regain control of the Chaos Sea. Just like Klein controlled the Source Castle, a "key" is needed to control the Chaos Sea.

If he can find this "key", then none of this will be a problem.

Although indirectly controlling the Chaos Sea might have some negative consequences, it was something Ron could bear.

Having the "Chaotic Sea" in his own hands, he is stronger than anyone else who has it.

The paths of "Omniscient and Omnipotent" and "Lord of Mysteries" can only lead to Sequence Zero at most. This is the last line of defense, used to wear down the will of those two bastards.

Otherwise, Ron Sothos wouldn't bother reasoning with those who dared to "overstep"; death was the only fate for "oversteppers"!

Where is that "key"? And what is it?

Under the crimson moonlight, the blond-haired boy murmured to himself, and his golden eyes began to change, his gaze becoming cold and full of majesty.

Countless golden lines began to spread before his eyes. Ron stood at the highest point of the world and began to observe the endless timeline, trying to find a clue.

But perhaps due to interference at the same level, or perhaps because the destruction caused by the splitting of the "aggregate monster" was too great, he did not discover from the source what the so-called key was.

"snort!"

With a slightly annoyed groan, Ron kicked another rock with force. This rock was extremely fast, and carrying the "symbol" and "status" of a pillar, it instantly smashed a figure hundreds of meters away to the ground, unable to get up again.

The blond boy raised an eyebrow, initially not wanting to bother with this lucky guy, since not just anyone could receive such a kick.

But as he looked around, he suddenly realized that the guy who had fallen to the ground was an old acquaintance.

She was actually only about 1.5 meters tall, with frizzy blond hair covering her face. She wore a black robe that covered her entire body, and there were broken glass bottles and various essential oil powders scattered all around her.

She lay peacefully on the ground, making the place look like the scene of a crime.

This is Hugh Deercha, who had just finished attending Mr. A's gathering, bought spiritual materials for Fors, and was preparing to move on to do a bounty mission!

Ron remembered her; her height suited his aesthetic.

A deep blue light twinkled like stars as a handsome young man traversed space, grabbed the unfortunate girl by the collar, shook her back and forth, and simultaneously rewound time to prevent her from dying completely.

"Where am I?"

In the hazy, endless darkness, Hugh Deercha seemed to see his deceased father beckoning to him.

Her body moved forward uncontrollably, about to fall into her father's arms.

But just then, she suddenly felt dizzy and opened her eyes abruptly.

Wait, I think I was attacked by someone earlier, and my head hurts so much.

How could anyone dare to provoke Mr. A?!

The thoughts that had been abruptly cut off instantly returned, and Xiu successfully recalled the scenes that had happened before.

After buying the materials, she was ready to happily complete the commission, but halfway there she was suddenly hit by something, which not only caused her to lose consciousness, but also meant that most of the materials were lost.

That's a whole five pounds!

"Mr. Ron, you saved me!?"

It was only then that Hugh Deercha, having just felt bad about the money, realized his current predicament and saw the blond boy shaking his collar right in front of him.

"Mr. Ron, thank you so much! I never imagined you would save me twice."

The girl's eyes shone with admiration as she sincerely thanked her savior, as if she had made the blond boy her role model.

"Uh...actually..."

Upon hearing this, Ron's lips twitched, and he stammered for a while. But when he saw the adoring look in the girl's eyes, his expression changed instantly, and he calmly nodded.

"That's right, I just happened to be passing by!"

In fact, I saved you too.

The shameless guy added the second half of the sentence in his mind.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ron! You've saved me twice!"

"Uh, you're welcome!"

Hugh Deercha slowly stood up, grasped Ron's delicate hand, and shook it up and down, expressing his sincere gratitude.

But just then, she suddenly noticed that the very handsome young man had a troubled look in his eyes.

Even demigods have troubles?

A question flashed through her mind, and Xiu suddenly recalled the "evil spirit" she had recently encountered, at which time she had also experienced the feeling of sorrow.

At that moment, the girl felt she had to help her savior.

"Mr. Ron, you seem to have something on your mind? I know a place where many people go to resolve their troubles."

"Would you like a drink? It's on me to thank you for saving me!"

The girl with frizzy blond hair displayed aristocratic manners, using her extravagantly large wallet to invite the "drunkard" in front of her.

(End of this chapter)