Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 267 Amon's Search for His "Father" (3K)

"Oh? Who is your master?"

Shi Tianshi adjusted her monocle, looked at the man dressed as a missionary behind her, and asked as if she had a premonition.

"Of course, it is the ruler of time and space, the ultimate point where all things return to oneness, and the boundless wisdom of omniscience and omnivision!"

"He is one and all, the beginning and the end; He is not only the ruler of the spirit realm, but also the master of the vast star realm."

"Your gods are truly powerful, but I have a question: shouldn't the ruler of the astral planes belong to the creator of the Second Age?"

Just then, the man dressed as a businessman pushed up his monocle, a slight smile playing on his lips, interrupting the missionary's praise.

"The creator of the Second Age?"

The missionary paused for a moment, then repeated Amon's question, before smiling confidently and saying:

"Sir, it's clear you're very knowledgeable, since few people know of this being. However, the scriptures in the 'God's' Holy Book contain a clear record of it."

"That was the creator of the Second Age. After falling into a deep sleep, He awoke again in the Fifth Age and showered His divine grace upon this ravaged land."

"God is the creator and the savior. He not only wants to protect mankind under the rule of giants, dragons and elves as before, but also wants to quell all the conflicts in the world and end all the chaos and madness."

"Amazing! Amazing! Your gods are truly amazing!"

Upon hearing such shameless remarks, Amon's lips curled up even wider. He clapped his hands and gritted his teeth as he "praised" him.

For thousands of years, no one has dared to impersonate His father, even though He is docile, knowledgeable, and the King of Angels who has existed since ancient times.

But at this moment, the Time Angel still sensed a sense of provocation.

This unprecedented provocation amused Him more than any provocation from a certain angel king.

Because this is no different from shouting "I am your father" in front of Him!

"Sir, don't be too happy yet, there's something even more 'impressive' coming!"

When the missionary saw the person in front of him begin to praise the "master of time and space," he couldn't help but grin, forcing out a peaceful smile.

"Besides recording these 'secrets,' the 'Old Book' of the Holy Scriptures also records two divine children 'born' in the ancient times of 'God'!"

"Imaginary angels are the firstborn sons of 'God,' and are valued by 'God.'"

"And the Angel of Time is the second son of 'God,' and is especially favored by 'God.'"

"They were also kings from ancient times, two of the eight archangel kings who served at the side of 'God'."

Thank you so much!

Upon hearing that he had truly become a son, Amon's joyful smile froze on his face, and for a moment he didn't know which expression to use to deal with this sudden and heavy "fatherly love".

"Heh, how interesting~"

"I'm starting to get interested in your 'god'."

After considering the information gathered by his other clones and the incomplete data obtained from his main body's tests, the merchant wearing a monocle didn't say anything more. He simply nudged it as usual, then changed his tone and said calmly:

"Actually, I'm a newly appointed bishop."

Backlund.

West End.

Inside Ron's luxurious villa.

"Medici, you must remember to offer sacrifices to me on time every day, and prepare breakfast, lunch, dinner, and midnight snacks!"

"I only eat steak medium-rare, I only use Zunia blood wine to rinse my mouth, and I only eat desserts from the dessert shop in Queens that was invested in and opened by Earl Hall."

"Also, I only eat fresh dragon bone fish, so you have to go to the coastal city to buy them every day."

The blond boy, who already had two "sons," counted on his fingers and babbled on.

With each item he mentioned, he would bend a finger, completely ignoring the red angel in front of him, whose face was flushed with anger.

Even though he was about to leave home, Ron had no intention of lowering his quality of life.

As the old saying goes, it's not like he's the one doing all the running around.

However, this is a mixed bag of emotions, with some happy and others sad.

Ron was happy, while the great "God of War" was naturally worried.

Medici was initially quite happy to hear that this annoying brat was going to the Southern Continent, thinking that he would finally be free while the guy was away and could finally do whatever he wanted.

However, He was too happy too soon; the instruction from the blond slacker chilled His heart considerably.

If He remembers correctly, there is a time difference between the Southern Continent and the Kingdom of Rune, which means He needs to work in the middle of the night.

This doesn't mean that the King of Angels needs to sleep, but rather that in Backlund, it's generally more convenient to conduct clandestine operations at night.

For example, go to the dockworkers' union in the East District, chat with "the Lord," and incidentally beat up that glib-tongued vessel of the deity.

"You piece of shit, can't you just put up with it? Your meal expenses are almost equivalent to that poor detective's food expenses for a year!"

He couldn't help but curse, showing no respect whatsoever to his nominal "master".

"Hmph, Medici, you'd better show me some respect. You wouldn't want your master to be alone and helpless in a crisis, would you?"

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"That's enough, I'll prepare it for you!"

Upon hearing that this was not something a good person would say, Medici changed his tune in just a few seconds.

He looked as if someone had grabbed his vital spot, his face twitched, and he reluctantly agreed to Ron's outrageous request.

"Very well, you know what's good for you!"

The omniscient and all-seeing wisdom has thoroughly studied this somewhat abstract master-servant pair and can completely manipulate them.

After all, reality is far more absurd than Fors's novels; such a loyal and righteous evil god and his subordinates are truly abstract enough.

"Remember to keep the house clean. Don't be lazy and idle every day. You need to be diligent, do more things, and stop lying on the sofa all day!"

The blond boy grunted, and then his figure instantly faded as he entered the spirit realm.

Ron's next goal is to go to the location where the "giant" provided the information, to retrieve the crown left behind by the Grim Reaper, and to explore clues about the core area of ​​the Underworld.

Actually, he had intended to visit the headquarters of the Rose School so that his lovely followers could broaden their horizons and praise him.

However, after thinking it over, he decided against going there immediately, since the matter wasn't really urgent.

The "Hunter's" request doesn't require his physical body to handle it. The "Blood Duke" he possesses, located deep in the jungle and dedicated to the "Primal Moon" temple, can resolve the issue and perfectly execute his plan.

Even if it doesn't work out, or if something unexpected happens, his main body can travel there instantly without much effort.

The two of them have been acting a bit strange lately... they seem to have something on their minds...

Ron glanced furtively at the two bastards inside his body, silently curling his lip. He had a plan in mind, but also became more wary.

Based on the infinite wisdom's understanding of them, these two scoundrels are likely to do something shady behind the scenes, especially regarding their plan to give the Outer Gods a "warning".

The point is not about capturing and sealing an Outer God, but about the entire process of sealing.

In the process, only the last step can be considered crucial, because to trick a "piglet" into coming in, you definitely have to open the passage.

For the two mortal enemies within the body, this is hardly something that needs to be done; in fact, doing more would risk disrupting the stable situation.

"The Dead Ghost's target is probably Mr. Door. He wants to bring him back so he can awaken within him. I have to thank Rosell for that. Um, if you have a son or daughter, I'll help you raise them!"

'But what was the original purpose? Outside the barrier, there seems to be nothing that He cares about.'

The blond boy's eyes swept across the dark space within the spirit realm without any fluctuation, as well as the seven bright lights of different colors above his head.

After pondering for a long time, Endless Wisdom had various speculations in its mind, but in the end, it could not be sure which speculation was correct. It could only strengthen its vigilance in its heart to prevent its mortal enemy from taking advantage of any loopholes.

"We've arrived in Constance."

In a flash, Ron arrived at the destination of this mission.

His figure suddenly vanished from the spirit world and instantly appeared on the "Wealth Plaza" in this city.

This is the location given in the "Giants" intelligence, which records the activity range and routines of the faction leader of the Spirit Cult.

Constance is one of the cities the other party visits most often, or rather, appears in most frequently.

Of course, in this city-state occupied by the Rose School, Knight Eggers, as a member of the Cult of Souls, infiltrated it in a clandestine manner.

"Hmph, I don't even have a church here. Looks like I won't need to do the searching myself."

Looking around at his surroundings and the terrain of the city-state, Ron heard the songs and prayers from his beloved followers.

His gaze instantly fell upon the interior of the church, located several hundred meters away from the square, and he suddenly froze.

On the high platform of the church, a man dressed as a bishop and wearing a monocle was preaching to the believers below.

His occasional adjustment of his monocle caused the blond boy's eyes to widen slightly, and the content he explained made Ron's bright little face twitch violently, and his little fists clench tightly.

"This morning, I just arrived at this church and met a lady who asked me why she felt she had worked hard for most of her life but still had nothing."

"I asked her, 'Isn't it better to have nothing?' What do you think?"

"Isn't it good to live without purpose? Purpose is something the human brain creates, and it must be related to worldly things. Blindly pursuing worldly desires is foolish."

(End of this chapter)