Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 256 Klein, how about we find a wife? (5K)

The sofa overturned, the wine bottle smashed, and the coffee table shattered.

The battle between the "Fool" and the "Time and Space Dominator" quickly entered a heated phase.

Although this "battle of the gods" may seem ordinary on the surface, consisting of nothing more than tearing clothes, pulling hair, and stepping on toes, it is not so simple in reality.

The battle between these two beings is not merely on the surface, but rather they wield their "authority" in a hidden and eerie realm.

Whether others believe it or not, Sharon, who was standing next to her, believed it.

She was certain that the person with the blond hair, who used the alias "Ron," was the incarnation of the "Time and Space Dominator."

And the other character who is equally matched with Him must also be extraordinary.

Although Sharon couldn't understand why there were so many evil gods in Backlund, although she couldn't figure out why the "Time and Space Dominator" was wandering around there, and although she didn't know who the being in the pink dress was.

But now, she doesn't want to know, and she doesn't dare to know.

Because you must not look directly at God!

Even mere written records of the deeds of deities can gradually distort the worldview of extraordinary individuals, subjecting them to unknown and terrifying influences, let alone spending every day by the side of a real "god".

"He might still be a little lacking."

Miss Wronged Spirit stood helplessly to the side, watching Mr. Fool being quickly suppressed, and in her heart expressed her opinion on this "high-level" struggle.

Sharon lowered her head, not daring to look any longer, but a sense of worry suddenly welled up inside her.

On the one hand, she was worried that the conflict between the two sides would affect her, and on the other hand, she felt that the broken wine bottle and the broken coffee table would increase her workload.

"No, that's not right. Sharon, you need to control your 'lazy' desires. You can't be lazy at work!"

Miss Vengeful Spirit fell into deep thought, unsure of what to do.

Just then, she suddenly saw the "butler" of the mansion walk over. The man's tall figure had just pushed open the door and entered when she froze on the spot.

"Stop fighting!"

"Dog poop. I'll have to clean it up later!"

The great god of war; the symbol of iron and blood; the master of turmoil and strife, roared and transformed into a streak of fire, rushing forward and separating them by grabbing a little child in each hand to prevent further destruction.

Medici has been living a pretty comfortable life lately, because not only does he have "living expenses" from Ron, but he can also occasionally use grocery shopping as an excuse to visit the Aurora Society's headquarters and inspect their work.

Although Sauron and Einhorn within him were still preventing Him from praying to the Lord and had betrayed Him to His new master, it did not matter.

Importantly, He knew that although the Lord had given Him a "difficult" task, He had not abandoned Him.

"Damn it, can't you just give me a break? I have to cut back on funding to build my legion, I don't have time to deal with this."

The Red Angel gritted her teeth and glanced at Sharon, who was quite strong. This made the nominal servant of the maids instantly understand her meaning. Then, she went to a secluded corner with the vengeful spirit, leaving the two people in her hands aside and ignoring them.

The red-haired, caring older sister figure is not responsible for the psychological guidance of minors.

"Hmph, Klein, how dare you hit me!"

"I've been so good to you, and you still hit me? Are you even human?"

As soon as Ron landed, he gave an arrogant snort, unable to believe that the poor bastard would actually attack him.

The blond boy looked incredibly aggrieved, but the way he pushed up his monocle always gave off a cunning vibe.

"Ha, Ron, look what you've done! I'm going to beat you up!"

"You are so ill-mannered!"

"I have to teach you a lesson. You're so young and already behaving like this; what will you be like when you grow up?!"

Klein Moretti was also furious when he heard this. He was so angry when he looked at the troublesome and unruly kid in front of him.

However, as soon as the two sides finished speaking with great enthusiasm, neither of them attempted to go forward and fight again.

Ron had lost interest in this matter by now, because Klein was so weak and frail that he was afraid he might accidentally kill him with a single slap.

Knowledge is power, but he feared that the poor man couldn't bear the weight of endless knowledge!

At this moment, Klein was also a little scared, because after the actual battle just now, he realized that he was no match for that little brat.

"This is the physique of a demigod, half-human? This is just too monstrous!"

The former night watchman muttered to himself, deciding to adopt a conciliatory approach and proceed gradually.

Education is not just about violence; it can also be about philosophy.

"Ron, you're really outrageous! Look at yourself, you don't act like a child at all! You should be a born extraordinary being, but the more extraordinary someone is, the more they should care about this!"

"If you dare to play tricks on me today, you will harm the innocent tomorrow, and sooner or later you will end up in the inquisition of the three major churches!"

Klein Moretti decided to lay out the facts and reason with them.

He wasn't exaggerating. It wasn't because the boy was so intelligent that he couldn't be fooled, but because what he said was indeed something he was very worried about.

"We're both officially dead... Aren't you afraid the Church of the Night will notice if you act so arrogantly every day?... And I don't want the 'Tarot Society' to claim responsibility for some kind of shitty thing after a terrorist attack."

He muttered a curse to himself as he looked at the arrogant blond boy.

"Hmph, humans are nothing but insects. If they die, they die. What I do is none of your business."

Ron snorted coldly, stating his point of view in an icy tone devoid of any warmth.

These words, which showed a complete disregard for the world and even a hint of antisocial personality disorder, made Klein's face twitch. He felt that this little brat was really teetering on the edge of a very dangerous situation.

"Ha, humans are all insects? Ron, then what are you? And what am I!?"

The great detective didn't leave any room for maneuver and immediately countered with a question.

As a keyboard warrior, his favorite and most proficient skill is debate.

Since we can't beat that little brat, we can at least try to convince him on this point.

He refused to believe that a dignified time traveler like himself couldn't even argue with a little kid.

"I'm different from you. I'm not an insect. As for you, you should be considered a parasite within the Night Watch!"

The cold, youthful voice stated the truth, leaving Klein, who had swindled the night watchman out of six thousand pounds in compensation and had prepared his speech, stunned and at a loss for what to do.

He really couldn't refute that.

"Ron, this is different..."

But before he could finish speaking, the boy raised his head, glanced at him with disappointment, and left without any hesitation.

Looking at that small, dejected figure radiating disappointment, Klein Moretti was suddenly filled with guilt.

The former night watchman reached out his hand, trying to persuade the other person to stay, but as soon as he did, the words caught in his throat.

Am I being too strict with him...? He's still just a child...

Klein began to unconsciously reflect on whether he had done something wrong or gone too far.

"But...it shouldn't be like this according to Ron's character..."

As he pondered, Klein's gaze darkened, sensing that something was amiss.

"Wait a minute... that brat was the one who lied and tricked me, how did it end up being my fault?!"

Something is wrong!

Something's not right!

The thought struck Klein like a thunderbolt, causing him to unconsciously recall the scenes from just moments ago.

Just then, the great detective suddenly had a flash of insight.

It seems he might have fallen for that little brat's trick again!

"Ron!"

Seeing the figure's quickening pace and somewhat guilty-looking back, Klein immediately shouted.

However, the shout that came out of his mind did not slow the boy down; on the contrary, it made his short legs move a little faster.

"Damn it! This brat did it on purpose! He's guilty about what he did, so he's shifting the blame, using his appearance to pin everything on someone else!"

"How can someone so young be so cunning?!"

Upon seeing this, Klein Moretti's slight self-reproach vanished instantly, and his chubby little face turned 99% dark.

He pushed off with his right foot, taking three steps at a time, and in just a few breaths he was behind Ron. Without hesitation, he immediately reached out and grabbed the little brat's shoulders, slamming him hard against the wall.

And to prevent him from escaping, she used her body to block him.

"Klein, are you here to apologize to me? If you're sincere, I might be able to forgive you."

Seeing this, Ron calmly pushed up his monocle and continued to manipulate Klein, showing no sign of repentance.

"Stop talking nonsense! When can I turn back?!"

"I'd be a dog if I ever trusted you again!"

This shameless sophistry made the former night watchman's eyelids twitch with anger. He immediately stretched out his right palm and pinched the handsome boy's soft little face.

Ron's soft facial flesh was constantly being pinched and reshaped, and his mouth made indistinct sounds as his cheeks were squeezed and turned.

"With these four pieces of furniture, Min Tian will be in a sorry state..."

"Ha, tomorrow?"

"I want to change back right now! Do you know how many jobs I missed today, how much money I lost?!"

The great detective naturally didn't believe the words of a brat with a history of lying and farting. He tightened his grip again, causing the handsome boy's monocle to slip off.

"I said tomorrow, and it means tomorrow!"

The blond boy broke free from Klein's hand that was pinching his face, and shouted loudly, dispelling the other's doubts.

After shouting this, Ron wanted to use his strength to break free from Klein's hold and pick up the monocle from the ground, but seeing that the other party was still holding him firmly, he couldn't help but grin and start to mock him.

"Klein, why don't you just find a wife? You're sticking so close to me, are you just too single to be looking for a woman?"

"Unfortunately, I'm a man, and quite young. Having feelings for me would be illegal!"

The blond boy's words never disappoint; his sarcasm always manages to expose the deepest secrets in people's hearts.

So what if I'm single?! What's it to you?!

Klein Moretti blushed, looking at the boy's stunningly beautiful face, and suddenly remembered the boy's gender. He jumped back abruptly and waved his hand dismissively.

"Heh, Ron, you don't always have to say such unpleasant things. I actually understand what you mean."

Upon seeing the boy instinctively start mocking him again, Mr. "The Clown" curled his lip, gaining some new insights into the nature of the brat.

A child who is simply foul-mouthed, mischievous, and unruly would be disliked by almost everyone, but in Klein Moretti's eyes, the boy in front of him was not that bad.

"Ron, you don't necessarily have to do this to get someone's attention!"

"You little rascal, though you're naughty, sensitive, and easily angered, you always manage to be surprisingly calm when doing other things."

"These statements show that you're not just being immature, you simply don't want to be. You're trying to use these 'annoying' behaviors to make yourself remembered, aren't you?"

"Let me think. You must have been wandering alone for a long time, without anyone by your side since birth. You always use these outward appearances to mask your true, solitary nature."

"You must be very lonely."

"Am I right, Ron?"

Klein Moretti smirked, enjoying this rare moment in the spotlight.

Although he didn't know Ron's past, and although he didn't know how the mentality of a born demigod differed from that of an ordinary human, he could still see that Ron was like himself and the lonely black cat in the Jürgen family.

In this world, there is not much to rely on, or rather, there is no sense of belonging to this world.

Brody the black cat felt no sense of belonging because Mrs. Doris was hospitalized, he felt no sense of belonging because he was a time traveler, and this boy felt no sense of belonging, most likely because he had no one to accompany him.

"Ha, Klein, I'm a born god, do you think I need this!?"

"Look at this house worth hundreds of thousands of pounds, look at my two excellent servants, in what way are they not better than you? What right do you have to talk to me like that?!"

The boy paused for a moment, as if his secret had been exposed. He picked up the monocle from the ground, forced a smile, and continued his habitual sarcasm.

Hey, let's discuss the issue, stop with personal attacks! A born god? Even a demigod is a god?

Upon hearing these generous words, Mr. Clown immediately curled his lips into a slightly comical smile. He paused for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"Ron, even gods can go mad, so why aren't they lonely? In this chaotic world at the bottom, what can't happen?"

"And you should know about Sequence Zero, right? Extraordinary pathways are always accompanied by loss of control and madness; no one can escape them."

"Perhaps loneliness is also a form of madness?"

Klein stroked his chin, recalling the Grim Reaper of the Fourth Age recorded in Roselle's diary, and used him as an example for Ron.

His words stunned Ron for a moment, he pursed his lips, and then returned to normal.

"You're right, I've gone mad, and I'm beyond saving!"

The "Omniscient One" raised his head and snorted disdainfully. Although there was confusion in his eyes, he was not lying when he said this, and he revealed his truest state at this stage.

Madness comes in many forms and is inevitable, even among gods.

However, His madness at this time was exceptionally wicked and outstanding among the many "evil gods".

The "omniscient one" can sense that He is losing Himself and that a new being is constantly replacing Him.

This change did not come from the outside, but from Himself.

Although He was sinking deeper and deeper into madness, and although He was constantly exploring the "things" that were driving Him mad, He did not want to admit it.

Because He gained nothing from these “mad” studies, and how could the “omniscient one” not know anything?

This is why the bearded man helped him, and this is also why the Goddess of the Night treated him that way.

This is why he, despite being a god, would act in this way.

Because He, Lohn-Sothoth, was already insane from the beginning, the true gods were only helping him, not Him!

He has been growing little by little since infancy, gradually replacing the original Him.

He wanted to reclaim his authority and suppress this abnormal state, but He and He were one, and He could also act according to His own will, which slowed down the progress of His plan.

Reason is only temporary; madness is forever!

"Ron, you're in great shape, don't say such unlucky things."

Seeing the blond boy's gloomy expression, Klein quickly went over and patted the blond head to comfort him.

"Ha, in some ways, I'm in better shape than you all!"

Ron shook his head, brushing away the hand that was patting his head, and muttered something unintelligible.

He looked up at the poor guy who had been secretly influencing him, and waved his hand at the other's puzzled look, bringing the great detective back to normal.

"You can leave now; your condition has been lifted!"

After saying that, he took a slightly heavy step and went up the stairs to the second floor.

But before he had taken more than a few steps, the blond boy suddenly stopped. He turned back to look at Klein, who looked surprised, and added a sentence.

"Remember to come visit me when you have time!"

With a sigh, the frantic Him continued climbing the stairs and returned to His bedroom.

"He's still just a kid, and he's easy to talk to. Let him calm down by himself for a while, and I'll come back to check on him when I have time."

Klein Moretti smiled and shook his head, quite satisfied with his counseling session today. Just as he was about to get up and leave Ron's mansion, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body.

He stared at the torn clothes on the ground, lost in deep thought.

He's come, but how is he going to get back?

I can't very well go and borrow clothes from that demigod witch and go back dressed as a woman again, can I?

Brothers, this is 5,000 words. We need to adjust the average subscriptions; we've combined two chapters into one.

(End of this chapter)