Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 258 Like God, Like Subordinates (2-in-1, 4.4K)

He's like those unruly students in colleges, no, high schools—is that who he is, or is it a way of fighting madness and loss of control?

Azik Eggers was clearly surprised by the unserious behavior of this being whose aura he knew so well. After a moment's thought, he politely smiled and said:

"Although you resemble my father in many ways, you are not Him!"

The former history faculty member politely declined Ron's "self-recommendation".

"Your father?"

"Which god is your father?"

"In fact, many people regard me as one of their elders; the title 'father' is the most popular!"

"Take the bearded man, for example, or that Amon. Regardless of the truth, I'm in cahoots with the ancient sun god."

He sighed inwardly, feeling helpless about the rebellion of his "sons."

"My father was the King of the Underworld in the Fourth Age, also known as the God of Death!"

"This is what comes to mind when I see you. I think we should have some common ground. I can tell you're having a lot of trouble with your children. In fact, whenever I regain a memory, I also think of a child, and that feeling is hard to describe."

"grim Reaper!?"

"Yes."

"The One Who Unifies All Things" spoke up in surprise, interrupting Azik's rambling.

Well, another dead man. The old king has returned, only to find a whole bunch of sons bowing down to him!

this.

This unexpected answer made Ron's lips twitch, leaving him somewhat at a loss for words regarding his own complex situation.

The gods of this world have some of the same authority as him, and some of their authority even overlaps entirely in one domain.

For example, death, the night, and knowledge and wisdom.

Even if one day the goddess of the night were to bow down to him and call him father, he wouldn't be surprised.

"My name is Azik Eggers. Eggers is a surname that only the royal family of the Byron can use, and it also represents the glory of the descendants of the Grim Reaper."

"If you've heard this name anywhere, please let me know any relevant clues. I'll reward you for your help!"

The "Death Archon" rubbed his forehead with a helpless expression, explained in detail, and then tried to get clues about His past from Ron.

"I've never heard of you."

The blond boy shook his head resolutely, then stood up from his chair, his eyes flickering slightly as he asked with a hint of doubt:

"If that's the case, it's inevitable that I resemble your father, but you shouldn't mistake him for someone else."

"You just said that my aura is very similar to your father's?"

Ron had his own understanding of the authority of the gods. Although the symbols of some gods were all encompassed in the "One Who Represents All Things," the authority was like a symbol, but the aura could not be consistent with it.

Take him and that unlucky "Ancient Sun God" for example. Although Ron's authority overlaps with that of the other party to the extent that he can impersonate Him perfectly, their "divinity" and aura are not the same. If they don't pretend, they will be recognized at a glance.

In this situation, the incomplete angel immediately recognized him as "Dad," which seems to conceal some issues.

"Yes, it was a very subtle sense of familiarity. I'm sorry, perhaps because of my memory, I didn't recall much, just a vague premonition."

Taking a deep breath, Azik relieved the slight dizziness caused by his headache. He frowned, seemingly seriously recalling his past.

But at that moment, his eyes flickered, and he looked at the blond boy in front of him again, hesitatingly speaking:

"However, I seem to recall that my 'father' said something extremely important sometime after the war between the Four Emperors."

"He said."

"Only by finding the key, crossing the river, and passing through the door can the world be unified in His hands; at that time, everything will cease to exist."

A slightly unreal, somewhat "impractical" murmur echoed in the room, causing the blond boy, who was listening intently, to furrow his handsome eyebrows.

"What is a key? What is a river? What is a door?"

The boy quickly pressed for more information.

Fate reminded Ron that there seemed to be extremely important information hidden here.

"I don't know much more, I only remember that Death said something like this before he went mad."

"Of course, if you're willing to believe a middle-aged or elderly man with a poor memory, then that's certainly true."

As he spoke, Azik Eggers made a self-deprecating remark, behaving like most of the gentlemen of the Kingdom of Rune.

Ron did not answer; his golden eyes gleamed slightly, making him appear mysterious and dignified.

Suddenly, the "Death Archon" stiffened, feeling as if a gaze was being cast down from an infinite height.

Those gazes looked upwards from the river of time, piercing through layers of gray mist, unraveling one mystery after another.

After a while, the blond boy's eyes returned to normal, and he chuckled as he uttered some shameless, cheap words.

"It's hard to believe you're so honest, just like me. I really admire this excellent character."

"I've seen your past, but there's no more information..."

Ron's words carried a very important message, leaving the Death Archon stunned in place.

"You can see my past!?"

The former history teacher ignored the first sentence, which was clearly a self-aggrandizing praise. His pupils contracted slightly, and he asked in astonishment, his breathing rapid.

How could anyone possibly do something like that?!

Leaving aside His own personality, His status as a divine descendant would also interfere with His destiny in some way.

At least, as far as He knows, even His father, the true God of Sequence Zero, cannot see through the past of others simply by having contact with them for a period of time.

This……

This seems to go beyond what sequence zero can encompass!

"You can see it? Can you tell me about it? I'll pay you for it!"

He stepped forward, his expression so excited that he was almost unrecognizable from his previous composure.

"Don't worry, of course I can see them, but it needs certain important nodes to locate them."

"What do you want to hear? Is it about the 108 positions you and your wives have had, or do you want to hear about your harem stories from your years in the Byron Empire?"

"This is free, no charge."

The blond boy pushed up his monocle, revealing a wicked smile, and asked in a rather amused tone.

"No! We don't need that!"

Upon hearing this, Azik Eggers' face twitched, and he quickly and loudly rejected the blond boy's "kindness" in a slightly shrill voice.

Is this something children should be watching?!

Is it even possible to say something like this out loud?!

Is this kind of privacy something that can be shared with others?

Azik Eggers carefully observed the extremely wicked little brat, seemingly gaining a more detailed understanding of Ron's true nature.

At that moment, He felt His head start to ache again.

Even though I just met this boy, why do I have this urge to "educate" him?

The blond boy sighed regretfully. As an "omniscient and omniscient being," it was not difficult for him to see through a person's past, especially after he re-integrated the uniqueness of that "time sequence."

This is an authority unique to the realm of time, and it is something only he can accomplish.

As for why Azik was asked if he wanted to recall the past.

That's because, in Ron Sothos's eyes, there are two kinds of people in this world.

The first type is those whom the "omniscient and omniscient" do not care about. Ron will not bother with such people, just as humans will not have any overly strict requirements for ants.

The second type is things that the "omniscient and omniscient" care about, such as that poor wretch and information related to his own authority.

The Azik Eggers before him belonged to the second type. In his observation, Ron discovered that He had also stayed in Tingen, had interacted with that poor wretch, and had intricate connections with that strange "Grim Reaper".

Tsk, how did I put it again?

Talent!

"This isn't the place to talk about these things. You can come to my house... uh, my church, where no one will bother you."

……

Rose Street.

Glorious Church.

"Ah, Divine Messenger Arya... this, this isn't right, this is under the Lord's holy emblem..."

"Say...maybe God is watching, how can you do these things here..."

"Slurp~"

"Little Hilde, don't resist so much. It's normal to have impulses and not be able to control yourself. God will forgive your mistakes!"

"Look, both pieces of meat are cooked!"

The ageless witch's pale blue eyes gazed at the church's sole bishop, and her smile gradually became "unrestrained."

She took another slurp of the fragrant, spicy meat slices, pointed to the pulpit beneath the emblem, and the small iron pot boiling on it, and said leisurely:

"There's no dessert on the table, so it's unlikely to attract attention. Besides, this church is so small; do you really want to sit on a long row of benches for dinner?"

"If you accidentally get your clothes dirty again, you'll have to wash them, and God might not like you if he sees you all dirty!"

The witch once again used instigation and successfully persuaded the bishop here to agree to enjoy the "hot pot" invented by Emperor Rosell on the pulpit under the holy emblem.

"When will this get better?"

Arya looked at the hunter who had just joined the group two weeks ago and was tending the fire, and asked with anticipation.

During this period, she lived a very comfortable life.

Here, there were no tasks that gave her a major headache, no spying or oppression from the Primordial Witch, only the daily missionary tasks from the Bishop.

And this is quite easy to deal with.

She would always use excuses like the weather being too hot, the air quality being poor, or her stomach being upset to persuade the bishop here to take a day off.

The effect of this laziness was undoubtedly significant; this extremely lazy witch felt as if she had arrived in paradise.

"No... I'm drawing closer to God, I'm approaching Him through my actions... Perhaps tonight, I can release some of the pressure on little Hilde..."

After a few seconds of internal repentance, Aria gradually felt at ease again.

Astringent rice and dry rice are truly the two happiest things in life.

This is life!

"Azik will show you my church and my clergy!"

Just then, a triumphant, familiar voice suddenly rang out from outside the church door.

With a loud bang, the heavy door opened, and the blond boy looked inside, then froze in place.

What a "degenerate" scene it was inside the church! They were indulging their desires to the fullest, it was utterly disgusting, and they didn't even respect God!

How dare you commit such blasphemy!

How could you be so depraved?

You are so evil

"How could you eat without inviting me?!"

In that brief moment, Ron's mind, which had stopped thinking, started working again. He suddenly remembered the boast he had made with Azik on the way, and his expression immediately turned serious, letting out an angry roar.

He seemed extremely dissatisfied with his followers' behavior of eating alone.

That's not the point.

Upon hearing this, the "Death Archon" beside him was clearly stunned for a moment, unable to comprehend the strange thought process of this being.

"Master, we've just finished preparing and were about to do our pre-meal prayers."

Seeing this, the scumbag witch reacted very quickly. She chuckled twice and explained without batting an eye.

"Look, Azik, I wasn't exaggerating. These are my followers, so faithful!"

The boy's reaction was quite unusual. He patted his chest and actually gave Arya a lot of face, pulling the "Death Archon" to sit under the church's emblem, wanting to host a banquet for this Sequence Two angel.

However, his hidden and cold gaze lingered on Aria for a full three seconds, causing the lazy witch, who had always been fond of eating and drinking, to feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave and almost collapsed to the ground.

She knew her master was very concerned about his reputation, and she knew she was probably doomed.

"Well, your church is indeed very nice, and the believers are quite interesting, at least much better than those old-fashioned guys in the three major churches."

The former history teacher didn't try to expose him; instead, he smiled and pretended not to know anything, nitpicking to find a somewhat plausible advantage.

The mysterious world is not just about fighting and killing, but more importantly, it's about human relationships and social interactions. Besides, this is just a minor issue and not worth delving into.

"Aria, did you hear that? The customer is praising you!!!"

"I heard you."

The scum witch stood cautiously beside Ron, diligently serving her master slices of cooked meat and vegetables.

"Oh, you did a great job! I have some good news for you—you've been promoted!"

"Now, I have a mission for you: go to the Southern Continent and participate in the colonial war. Don't come back until you've killed three demigods!"

The "divine oracle," delivered with a hint of gritted teeth, had barely been sent out when Ron, before Arya could even offer any explanation, swung his arm and instantly tossed this "scourge" to the southern continent.

One rotten apple spoils the whole barrel!

Ron muttered to himself a proverb "invented" by Emperor Roselle.

"Azik, don't worry about the details. Whatever you want to know, I can tell you little by little, but..."

Taking a deep breath, the boy decided to change the subject, but before he could finish speaking, the heavy doors of the church creaked open again.

"Um, does anyone know where this is? I think I'm lost."

A man with black hair and red eyes, whose hair was combed back to the side, looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old and had a serious yet dashing air about him. He was peeking out cautiously.

He was handsome, with a slightly effeminate appearance and an undisguised arrogance in his eyes; he seemed to be a vampire.

Emlyn White looked around and saw the large holy emblem, and the spicy scent that made the vampires feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, progenitor above, look, look what I have discovered! You are so unfilial, eating this kind of thing under the holy emblem of your god. We vampires are not as barbaric as you."

"Your god would be furious if he knew!"

(End of this chapter)