Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 257 What's Dad's Dad Called? (Two Chapters Combined) 6.2K

"Only madness can be eternal!"

"That was to be expected, Fatty. Although you're getting crazier and crazier, I'm also growing to like you more and more."

"Look at you, always wanting this and that, and even the ways you curse us are getting more and more varied."

"I really hope you can stay that way, so I can see your hidden charm!"

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun made a wish to himself, despicably wanting this horrifying fact to continue to unfold.

For them, madness was not a big deal; it was just that for Ron at this moment, this rational madness was the most difficult to detect and fight against.

This often makes Him unable to recognize Himself, unable to recognize reality, and unable to recognize His own past, present, and future.

"Ha, stop talking nonsense, I'm perfectly sober right now."

Ron's defiant words refuted the old man's "concern." He turned the doorknob, lay down on the bed, and buried his head in the blanket.

"Sothoth, madness is different; it depends on its specific definition!"

"Do you think that only those who are irrational, tyrannical, bloodthirsty, and want to destroy everything are considered insane?"

"Your rational 'madness' is astounding to me; its strangeness is that it can even alter and replace the will of a 'pillar'."

"Although 'madness' is invisible, it has definitely affected you."

"It makes an 'omniscient' person foolish, fragile, spoiled, arrogant, and yearning for affection, filled with original sin from head to toe!"

"God's will is eternal and unchanging; and you, as the beginning and the end of everything, should be no less so!"

"Sothos, you've descended into an irresistible madness."

"Of course, this is a good thing."

"Especially for us."

Upon seeing this topic brought up, the Primordial Will immediately stepped forward to analyze it. In its usual style, it spoke the blunt truth while trying to annoy its mortal enemy.

To the Creator, Ron's "madness" was exactly what He wanted to see.

Because this means that the supreme "omniscient one," the great "key to the door," has encountered a problem and has a ridiculous "weakness."

The will of the Celestial Venerable holds the same view; what He most enjoys is exploiting certain weaknesses and loopholes, and relentlessly penetrating them.

"Ha, but that doesn't stop me from pinning you both down to your deaths!"

The blond boy's head was buried in the blanket, and muffled sounds came from inside.

Ron also sensed something about this; he was both Him and He was not Him.

They influence each other. Perhaps one day, He will be completely possessed by Him, or perhaps as His authority returns to wholeness, He will completely expel Him, turning everything He has into a possibility, a dream, and losing everything He has gained.

However, neither of these outcomes was what Ron (he/He) wanted to see.

"I'm a god, I can do whatever I want. Whether I'm crazy or not, right or wrong, is none of your business!"

In the silent room, pale sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Ron suddenly grabbed the pillow next to him and threw it aside, shouting as if to retaliate against his two mortal enemies, or as if to convince himself.

"Ha, getting impatient!"

The Celestial Venerable's will was the first to mock with a despicable voice, making no attempt to conceal its own sarcasm and eccentricity.

"You're panicked, you're running away!"

"The 'omniscient' wouldn't be so fragile!"

The primal will, standing on its position as the "omniscient and omnipotent one," criticized Ron, and as always, "kindly" diagnosed his illness.

"roll!!!"

However, the two good brothers' concern was met only with cold insults from the blond boy.

Just then, a ripple suddenly appeared in the room, and a figure the size of a thumb suddenly emerged.

As soon as Habaka appeared, it felt a gaze fixed intently on it from the endless heights.

The creature, no bigger than a thumb, with green skin, a single vertical eye, and two tentacles, suddenly stiffened, inwardly cursing its bad luck.

"Maybe I should get myself something that will bring me good luck!"

Clearly, the unlucky messenger, who could never deliver a message at the right time, realized his own shortcomings.

Because its job isn't just about flattery to ensure everything goes smoothly; "luck" plays a significant role in this process.

"Respected, supreme, and great 'Prime Minister of Time and Space,' someone has entrusted me to deliver a letter to you!"

The messenger, about the size of a thumb, first bowed, then, as he spoke from his mouth full of blood-red, sharp teeth, he reached into his pockets and rummaged through the letters.

Before long, a complete white envelope was pulled out of its pocket, although Habakak's pocket was small and looked completely unable to hold the envelope, which was several times larger than itself.

But as it moved, the envelope grew larger and was pulled out without a single wrinkle, as if it had just been sealed.

"This is the supreme and great master!"

It took a few quick steps, its legs much shorter than Ron's, and immediately came to the blond boy's side, handing him the envelope.

The comical action made the boy, who was only 1.5 meters tall, raise an eyebrow, and his irritable mood inexplicably improved.

He took the letter and, without even opening it, knew its contents and who the sender was.

"Very well! You can leave now. I don't need to reply."

Ron raised his head proudly, looked down at the messenger, and calmly gave the order.

"Yes, great, supreme, and esteemed master!"

Habaka breathed a sigh of relief, bowed respectfully, and, following the message left behind by some sycophant in the spirit world, offered a flattering remark. Then, its form faded and vanished from the real world in an instant.

"Ah, I've got something else to do. Let me see who this person is who keeps asking me about my church!"

"Perhaps I should learn from the three major churches and form squads of extraordinary individuals. However, I have no followers in Backlund."

He rubbed his cheeks, unilaterally blocking out the two bastards inside him.

The world before the blond boy's eyes suddenly changed, as if it had transformed into a vibrant oil painting, with reds becoming redder and whites becoming whiter. Ron had entered the spirit world.

"Fors, what are you doing here? Didn't you say your manuscript was still far from finished?"

Dressed neatly, Xiu checked the gleaming triangular spikes on his back again, then looked at his equally well-dressed friend and asked with great confusion.

"Given Fors's personality and level of laziness, she's probably hiding at home, smoking and drinking, and casually writing a few articles at at a low efficiency."

Hugh Deercha looked at his friend with suspicion. Fors's strange behavior had undoubtedly caught the attention of the keen-eyed "bounty hunter".

"Hugh, I'm not one of those wanted criminals, why are you being so serious?"

"I'm just worried about your safety; after all, you think with your muscles rather than your brain!"

"Besides, Miss Audrey's request to find Lanius was entrusted to both of us. How can I watch you work on it alone?"

Actually, I was just afraid you'd be scammed.

The languid writer changed the subject while inwardly rolling her eyes.

"That Mr. Ron isn't so easy to get along with. What if he suddenly takes a liking to Hugh? With his looks and abilities, he could easily bewitch her... Who'll buy her breakfast then? Who'll clean her room? Steamy living like that would kill me!"

Fors first mentally prepared himself, glancing warily around before leaning close to Hugh Deercha and whispering in his ear:

"Hugh, haven't you realized that all the crises we've faced were caused by Mr. Ron? Think about what happened with Zillingus; if he hadn't sent us back, we would have escaped long ago!"

"And what you said about being attacked after Mr. A's party, that was very likely also his doing, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence!?"

"Hugh, you must never be fooled by appearances!"

The bounty hunter, seeing his friend acting suspiciously, widened his eyes upon hearing the words that "slandered" Mr. Ron.

"Fors, don't talk nonsense. Mr. Ron is not that kind of person at all!"

She stated firmly that she had immense trust in Ron, who was the same height as her.

"Ha, Hugh, since you trust him so much, then I'll tell you about his unknown side!"

Seeing that her friend was still stubbornly unrepentant, the writer gave a light laugh, adopting an attitude of "I am the only one who is sober in a world of drunks".

"Oh, then tell me, what is it about me that I wouldn't do?"

"Tch~ Isn't that obvious enough? Only a fool wouldn't notice, right?"

"Although that child is a demigod, he is immature, lazy, and rude. Most importantly, his head is full of..."

As Fors finished speaking, she suddenly noticed that Hugh was giving her meaningful glances, as if there was something extremely terrifying behind her.

In that instant, she seemed to realize something, and her neck, as if filled with glue, turned her head slowly and deliberately, only to see something she would never forget in her life.

"Roro, Mr. En, what brings you here!?"

Fors abruptly took a step back, his body stiffening, and slammed heavily against the somewhat dirty wall of the East District tavern with a "bang".

She stammered as she greeted them, her earlier winking and gesturing completely gone.

"Mr. Ron, when did you arrive?"

"Oh no, Fors, why did you have to say that? How is he going to punish me? He won't make me use my body... No... he's clearly a minor, that's illegal."

A shiver ran through her body, and cold sweat poured down her back. The writer's face turned bright red instantly, whether from being frightened by the fact that she had spoken ill of the "demigod" behind her back, or from being excited by imagining those "punishments."

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The blond boy was speechless upon seeing Fors's actions, unsure how to deal with this guy whose thinking was rather strange.

Crack your knuckles? Knock her down and stomp on her feet?

But wouldn't this make her think that I'm rewarding her?

Various "wisdom" flashed through his mind, but in the end, Ron Sothos, the dirty bubble, abandoned his revenge plan and maintained his status and dignity in front of the guy he didn't know very well.

"Hmph, alright, it's not a big deal, but your idea is quite interesting!"

He habitually raised his head, grunted, and looked up to Fors, who was much taller than him.

To come up with these things in this situation, the person must be quite talented.

"Mr. Ron, please don't take it too seriously. Fors is just like that. She's lazy and greedy. She loves to drink, smoke, and make sarcastic remarks. She does nothing all day and spends most of her time at home in a daze, while others wait on her."

"There's no need for you to bother with someone like her who's just a layabout!"

Just then, the bounty hunter jumped out, trying to change the subject with a firm yet contemptuous tone, thus extricating his friend from this awkward situation.

But it would have been better if she hadn't spoken. As soon as she opened her mouth, the two figures beside her, one large and one small, froze at the same time and turned to look at her with a strange expression.

Their eyes seemed to say, "I've already written an article/I have a lot of money, can't I enjoy myself a bit?!"

"To be honest, Hugh, your approach reminds me of someone I know. If he had your abilities, he wouldn't have ended up like that."

"Alright, that's enough small talk. Where is that client you mentioned now?"

"In fact, if He had your talent for mocking people, His fate might have been even worse."

The alley next to the tavern remained silent for a long time. Ron inwardly grimaced, but finally broke the somewhat stiff atmosphere.

"Ahem, Mr. Ron, I just checked, and the person on the other end gave me a hotel address. We can just go there!"

The bounty hunter coughed, seemingly realizing some awkwardness, and quickly reported the progress of his client's commission.

Without delay, she finished her report and immediately pulled Fors to the street to hail a horse-drawn carriage, leaving the glib-tongued fellow to wait there.

"Fors, I'll be right back. Don't wander off. We'll go do Lanluus's request together later."

She gave a slightly worried instruction.

"Ha, Hugh, I'm not a child, how could I?"

"Shut up!"

Hearing his friend's easily misunderstood statement and seeing Mr. Ron slowly walking over, Hugh Deercha felt a surge of heat rush to his head and immediately retorted to her in an annoyed tone.

"Uh, I mean kids are smart and clever, I certainly won't be like them!"

Fors quickly took two steps back, realizing the problem, and began to talk nonsense with a straight face.

As for Ron, he ignored the two rather interesting fellows, simply put on airs, got into the carriage, and headed with the bounty hunters to the small inn in the East District.

As the carriage creaked and groaned, the blond boy smelled the stench permeating both sides of the street and saw the people begging along the roadside.

"That's how the East Side is, full of thieves, scoundrels, and pitiful people..."

"Of course, if you display your wealth here, then those poor people will become the former."

Seeing the handsome young man's golden eyes turn slightly, Hugh Deercha's still somewhat childish face turned a little red.

She acted as Ron's guide, proactively explaining the situation in the East District to her.

"This is nothing; there are plenty of people whose lives are far more tragic than theirs!"

Ron simply looked away and waved dismissively.

The southern continent, which is in a state of war, is a hundred times more dangerous than here, because there, no one can guarantee that they will live to see tomorrow.

"What intrigues me, however, is that in such a stable environment, the god they believe in can completely help them. Even a single divine decree can lead to social progress, rapid development of civilization, and ever-increasing scientific innovation..."

How would I know... I'm just a bounty hunter... Ah... I'm a little dizzy... I feel like my brain is starting to grow...

The blond boy was like a philosopher discussing theology, and his questions gave Hugh Deercha a headache.

Clearly, even if she wanted to be a good guide, her mind wouldn't allow it.

However, the bounty hunter's gaze soon fell on the scenery outside the carriage window, and her expression suddenly relaxed, no longer troubled by how to answer such a headache-inducing question.

"Mr. Ron, this is it..."

She breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to report the final situation to her benefactor, but as soon as she turned her head, her voice caught in her throat.

Because the boy who had been chatting with her earlier had vanished, as if he had never been in the carriage at all.

The scenery around him suddenly changed, and Ron stepped out into a secluded little hotel.

As soon as he appeared, all the spirit creatures within a radius of several kilometers fled in panic.

They raced each other, piercing through one another, and some even sprouted dozens of long legs out of thin air and fled into the distance.

Sharp, terrified screams echoed in the illusory spirit world, but they soon fell into eternal silence.

"It's so noisy!"

Ron withdrew his finger and flicked off the spirit fragments on it.

"Can't you all respect the elderly and care for the young, and line up one by one to go?"

"What a bunch of useless trash! Just as useless as that 'Spirit Realm Ruler'!"

The intelligent spirit beings, like quails, trembled violently, yet they actually began to line up according to age to decide who would leave first.

These are the words of wisdom from those in high positions, the will of the ruler.

No spirit being would dare to disobey!

"The power of death lingers here, and it seems to be of a rather high level; it should be a demigod or an angel!"

"There are even mythical creatures eyeing my church. I was already struggling to make ends meet, and now this has happened."

The blond boy gritted his teeth, never expecting that someone would covet his poor church, especially since the person behind it might be an angel.

If it were a demigod or an ordinary extraordinary being, it wouldn't matter much, and Ron wouldn't care too much.

But an angel is different. In this world, there are only a few angels, and they all have "big shots" supporting them.

Even that simpleton Seara is a mythical creature with a powerful background.

This made Ron wonder: which being was eyeing his little chapel? What were those filthy, rotten-hearted bastards up to? Did they also want to persecute his beloved believers?

The great being is truly worried sick.

"You better not let me catch you, or you'll be in big trouble!"

Ron muttered something, picked up a chair, and swaggered to the doorway. At the same time, he summoned back the spirit creatures and told them to pretend they hadn't seen anything, restoring peace to the surroundings.

Having disguised himself, the blond boy waited whiningly for the investigators to walk right into his trap.

But this wait lasted for ten hours.

Just as the great being's face was so dark it seemed like ink was about to drip from it, the sound of a key turning the lock finally came from outside the door.

The old door creaked open, and the moment it opened, Ron saw the wretched fellow who had his eye on his church. The man was a middle-aged man with bronze skin, medium build, black hair, and brown eyes.

He had gentle features, no beard, and his eyes always held an indescribable sense of vicissitude. Below his right ear was a small black mole that was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

"Father, what are you doing here?!"

But before Ron could make a move, he saw the angel of the Death Realm outside suddenly turn into a pained expression, clutch his head, and blurt out "Dad!"

Oh, how could I possibly accept this?

"Hey, if you want to surrender, you can talk properly. Don't talk nonsense. I don't even have a wife yet."

It made me too embarrassed to do it.

The blond boy pushed up his monocle, seemingly never having seen such a novel way of surrendering.

"No, you're not!"

Upon hearing this, the man clutched his head even harder, his expression one of utter pain.

He saw Ron’s appearance and denied it again.

"Hmph, actually I don't mind, it's possible!"

The boy's childish whimpers echoed in the room, making Azik Eggers' excruciating headache even worse.

Obviously, having an extra father who looks very similar to you is a very distressing thing.

"Who are you? I don't think I've ever seen you before."

His hoarse voice, filled with pain, did not conceal his doubts. He seemed very curious about Ron's origins and had a premonition that it was closely related to his lost past.

"You've been secretly investigating my church and you still don't know who I am?!"

"I am the embodiment of everything in the world, the master of time and space, and the ultimate truth of the world!"

"Don't tell me you've lost your memory and forgotten everything you've ever done?"

After carefully observing the man's pained expression, Ron figured out his problem in just a few seconds.

He gave a haughty hum, waiting for the crippled angel before him to slowly recover.

A few minutes later, Azik Eggers, groaning in pain, slowly got up, rubbing his temples as if he had finally returned to the present from the long past.

"So that's how it is."

"I'm sorry, I've lost many memories and started one new life after another. I'm now searching for them."

"That day, I had a feeling of familiarity when I saw your church, as if it were related to my past, so I asked someone to investigate."

"But seeing you brought back some memories."

"This is a memory from a very, very long time ago!"

Having received the blond boy's reply, Azik Eggers began to explain, looking bewildered. His attitude was so polite that Ron couldn't find any fault with him.

"Then why do you call me 'Dad'?"

Suddenly, the handsome young man's mouth twitched, and he asked a very awkward question.

"Uh, actually what I meant was just like."

The "Death Governor" was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, he gave a rather embarrassed reply.

"Actually, I don't mind. I can give you this opportunity. Would you like to be my son?"

The great, boundless wisdom pondered for a moment, then pushed up his monocle, his eyes shining, and asked with some anticipation.

It's rare to meet someone with such good taste. The moment they met, he called him "Dad." Ron had never heard of such a level of respect before.

Talent!

(End of this chapter)