Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 26 I'm not targeting you

Unfortunately, the guests at the church ruined this sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Ron turned his eyes and saw a figure in a black robe, shrouded in secrecy, greeting him in a "friendly" manner.

The figure was tall and very robust; even sitting on a pointed stone chair, he was still more than half a head taller than Ron.

"Hmph ╯^╰."

Ron ignored the guy looking down at him and walked straight to an empty seat next to the long stone conference table.

"Newcomer, you seem to be very rude!"

The burly figure seemed to be provoked and shouted loudly, but Ron still ignored him, making the atmosphere in the church very awkward.

"Heh, it seems your provocation skills need improvement, giant."

Just as the atmosphere became extremely tense, a slightly flippant voice came over. He timed it perfectly, leaving the giant waiting for a while before speaking, as if to show him what real provocation was.

Ron looked up at the sound and saw a red phantom to his left. The phantom was shapeless, like a blood-red flame burning fiercely, with a jet-black color slowly flowing on its surface.

After observing for a while, Ron withdrew his gaze in disappointment, his regretful look seeming to say that the person opposite him was just a greyhound, not worth his attention at all.

Ron's nonchalant gaze, like looking at a beggar on the street, instantly stung the red phantom. Ron's body trembled, and he was about to utter a sarcastic remark, but he quickly realized something and immediately calmed down.

"Ha, giant, learn from this: this little dwarf's taunting skills are far superior to your foolish provocation!"

The red-clad figure paused, seemingly unsatisfied, and then looked at Ron again, continuing in a flippant tone.

"Also, shorty, the last person as arrogant as you has been dead for almost two hundred years. Your current position is the last proof that he is still alive."

"Oh……"

As soon as the red phantom finished speaking, a few members around the long table chuckled softly.

The laughter seemed to be mocking Ron, the newcomer, or perhaps it was a sign that the troublemaker had truly met his end.

Ron remained unmoved by these words, having spent thousands of years clashing with the Celestials and the Primal Lord, and no longer taking them to heart.

He sat on the stone chair, slightly raising his head, and looked at the red figure with clear, pure eyes.

Ron cleared his throat and spoke very seriously.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't targeting you just now."

Ron's words were extremely flat, without any emotional fluctuation, as calm as stating a common sense fact that everyone knows: 1+1=2.

Before the red figure could seize the opportunity to make a sarcastic remark, he saw Ron turn his head slightly and look at everyone in the entire church, including the ordinary priest sitting at the head of the table.

"What I mean is, everyone here is trash."

The scene was completely silent; no one made a sound.

The words, calm and unchanging, seemed to state a fact.

They're all trash!

Dissol Einhorn was slightly startled. Even as a war bishop, he wouldn't dare to make such a sweeping generalization.

Although everyone here is trying to hide their true intentions, in the real world, they are all people who can make the entire country tremble.

And this description is even more true in the extraordinary world!

What a daring and reckless guy! I like that kind of personality...

The hunter watching the spectacle thought to himself, but he wasn't angry at Ron's words. The fact that the little dwarf had also insulted their guild leader didn't offend him at all; in fact, he felt a little pleased.

"Rubbish!?"

"Are you talking about us!?"

While the hunters watching the spectacle might tolerate Ron's remarks, others might not, especially some arrogant and overconfident individuals.

The one who uttered the question was a shadow, its composition utterly chaotic, with no orderly or pleasing features whatsoever, and its head adorned with a twisted crown made of pure shadow.

"Yes."

The answer, delivered in a serious, unwavering tone, affirmed the shadow's angry question.

"Hmph, little brat, although I don't know if this is just you pretending, remember, this isn't a place for you to run wild!"

"You should thank the host for coming here, instead of spouting nonsense right away..."

"I've said it before, I didn't mean to target any of you here; I was just stating the facts!"

Before the shadow could finish his long-winded explanation, he was interrupted by Ron's matter-of-fact words, his calm tone making it seem as if he were simply stating a fact.

"Well, it seems this new guy knows how to liven things up."

Before the dark figure could unleash a torrent of curses, an ordinary-looking old man coughed lightly and tried to smooth things over.

He sat to Ron’s left, wearing a linen robe that covered his body, his white beard hanging down to his chest as if it hadn’t been trimmed in a long time.

"Friends, since we have gathered here from different parts of the world, it means that we have a common goal."

"Therefore, we can put aside any minor disagreements among the members and focus on achieving our common ideals, which is the most important thing for us at this stage."

The old man's words seemed to possess a certain magic; although they were just empty organizational declarations, they miraculously calmed everyone's hearts.

Of course, Ron remained calm inside.

"Young man, you may not know this, but because you were directly nominated by the president and joined without going through the members' vote, everyone is eager to know more about you."

"But that's not important. What's important is looking to the future."

"Now that you've already informed everyone, we can settle on an organization code name. You know, no one ever uses their real name at these kinds of gatherings."

The old man was extremely professional, seemingly able to turn black into white. In just a few words, he resolved all the previous conflicts among the members and successfully brought the topic back on track.

"Code name? Can I call it anything?"

Ron asked curiously in return.

"Of course, anything is possible; there are no restrictions here. However, we usually choose from the twenty-two divine paths."

"For example, that guy is called the Hunter, and that tall guy is called the Giant."

As he spoke, the old man pointed to the main trigger for this unpleasant incident.

"And my code name is Scholar, while that twisted shadow is called Emperor."

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(End of this chapter)