Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 268 Fat Ball, Surprised? (3.6K)

"Furthermore, some of us are rather ignorant. Although the scriptures of the 'God' mention that the 'angels of time' are the sons of the 'Creator,' your interpretations are all wrong."

"Chronologically speaking, the title 'Angel of Time' existed before the Great Cataclysm, so any being that appears afterward with authority over time is undoubtedly His descendant!"

"Therefore, it is not wrong to say that the 'Angel of Time' is the son of the 'Creator,' and it is also not wrong that the 'Dominator of Time and Space' is the son of the 'Angel of Time'!"

Amon10086 pushed up his monocle, which was made of crystal, and glanced at the few elderly men below the podium who had gray hair, were leaning on canes, and were drowsy.

He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, raised his hands high, and said loudly as if afraid the elderly people wouldn't hear him:

"I've finished speaking. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

In an instant, a gentle breeze seemed to sweep through the church, causing one of the old men to stand up unsteadily, tighten his clothes, and then, leaning on his cane, head towards the restroom.

Apart from that, the entire church was eerily silent, without the slightest sound.

The great "Angel of Time" Amon suffered unprecedented cold violence and was completely ignored.

"I object!"

Just then, as Amon was considering whether to step in and join in, he suddenly heard the church door being pushed open with a bang, and a very angry, childish voice came from outside.

When Amon looked up, he saw the monocle that looked very familiar to him, and a blond boy standing at the church entrance, seemingly surrounded by a halo.

Their eyes met, and the two simultaneously pushed up their monocles, which were carved from crystal.

Inside the church, a gentle breeze stirred, its chill penetrating to the bone. This roused several elderly men who were nearly asleep. They fumbled for their canes and made their way slowly and hunched over toward the church door.

"The bishop today is terrible; no free bread or water. Who cares whose son the angels were back then?"

"Yes, yes, I think the angels back then were quite unfilial."

"Old Jandy, say less. The Time Angel is, after all, the son of the Time Ruler. Although... although this has nothing to do with me, I worship the Goddess of Night and am only here for bread."

Several elderly men with gray hair talked as they slowly left the church under the scrutinizing gazes of the 'Angel of Time' and the 'Dominator of Time and Space'.

"Ha, great Angel of Time, why send an avatar to visit your old father?"

Ron took off his monocle and said provocatively with a smirk.

His golden eyes stared directly at the bishop standing on the platform. At the same time, he waved his hand, recalled the state of the old men, and turned the Time Worms hidden in their bodies into specks of light, which he then grabbed into his hand.

Several strange insects with twelve segments burrowed in and out of Ron's palm, sometimes growing larger and sometimes smaller, teased by the handsome young man's fair fingers until they were breathless.

"Hmph, small fry~"

Seeing that the Time Worms had lost their strength and were unable to put up an effective resistance in the infinite space in his palm, the blond boy snorted disdainfully.

He then raised his head again and took a sudden step, a step that seemed to traverse an endless distance, instantly sealing off the space inside the church and endlessly postponing the constant errors that were occurring there.

The moment Amon saw Ron, he had already confirmed the other's identity, because the handsome young man did not hide his identity.

As a cunning being, how could He not try to resist?

Unfortunately, all of His invincible tricks were seen through, and His extraordinary abilities were further suppressed by this being.

"Heh, how interesting~ Judging from your monocle, it must be something left behind by my previous clone, right?"

Amon adjusted his monocle, sensing something was amiss, but he wasn't too nervous, because he was just an avatar at the moment.

"Hmph, you really talk too much nonsense."

"The reason you talk so much nonsense isn't because you're disliked by other beings, so you can only train by talking to your own clones or puppets, right?"

"Children without fathers are truly pitiful."

The blond boy curled his lip; his exceptional professionalism and moral character allowed him to provoke the two men with just one sentence.

Shut up, you fat ball!

Feeling offended by the inexplicable association, the lonely old celestial being immediately kicked Ron's will.

"Ha, has anyone ever told you that you're very good at provoking others!"

Upon hearing this, the smile on the face of the ancient sun god's son froze.

He retorted somewhat impulsively, then with a clenched fist, he instantly stole the church, freeing the area from the confinement of its interior.

The clear, bright morning sunlight shone on the empty land. Amon wanted to steal a few more kilometers to widen the distance.

But as soon as He tried, He suddenly froze.

The spatial barrier attached to the interior of the church had indeed disappeared, but a new barrier appeared, firmly restricting His form and causing His escape attempt to fail once again.

He raised his palm, intending to repeat his previous trick to break the spatial constraints that bound him, but his palm rose and fell repeatedly, appearing hesitant and unsure of himself.

Because this spatial blockade is dependent on the entire world, even if its true form comes, it cannot steal the entire world!

"How interesting. You dealt with my clone the same way last time?"

Seeing that this clone, which was only at the third level of the sequence, had reached a dead end, the Time Angel let out a soft sigh and gave up his plan to escape.

He could tell that the boy in front of him was actually toying with him, which was why he had made him resist for so long, just like he toyed with humans or small animals.

Watching their performance, watching them struggle, watching their terrified screams, watching them become nourishment for themselves.

He, Amon, has already exhausted this tactic!

Although she knew the other party's purpose, the Angel of Time had no intention of cooperating with Ron.

Because only now does He realize that being treated like a toy is not a very glorious thing.

"Actually, He made a stupid mistake and ran into my hands. And don't make this up, He committed suicide. I didn't touch Him!"

"Alright, since you don't want to play anymore, I'm not going to waste my breath on you. If you give up resisting, you might suffer less!"

The blond boy revealed a delighted smile that Amon recognized very well. He walked forward step by step, shaking his head smugly, which made Amon's eyes twitch slightly.

"Ha, aren't you getting a little too cocky? Did I tell you I had no options?"

Seeing this wretched little brat behaving like this, Shi Tianshi pushed up his monocle again.

His tone was full of confidence, as if he had a way to resolve and overcome such a predicament.

"Tch, you little punk, stop pretending. What can you possibly do? Are you going to kneel down and beg for mercy, calling me 'daddy,' or ask your deadbeat father for help?"

"I didn't realize you had such a talent for acting. Judging by your looks, I might pay you to be on the cover of Ruen Men's Fashion Magazine for a week!"

Hearing this seemingly strong but actually weak "threat," Ron couldn't help but chuckle.

At this moment, he was like a villain who had driven the protagonist to the brink of despair, rambling on and on, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of crushing the weak.

"Don't worry, I'll be very careful, I won't kill you."

But just then, as the blond boy grabbed Amon's robe, he suddenly saw the Time Angel in front of him "collapse" into worms.

Without any reason or warning, they collapsed into countless worms!

"Hahaha, I really can't deal with you, but He can! Let's see who the weaklings are!!!"

Layer upon layer of illusory and jarring babbling suddenly echoed around Ron. The babbling was shouting madly, like a mental patient, or like a madman about to lose control.

Hey!

"Are you crazy!?"

Upon seeing this, the blond-haired boy cursed inwardly, his face instantly darkening and turning even blacker than the soot at the bottom of a pot.

However, before Ron could make a move, the insects that were swarming and writhing all around suddenly froze, and amidst the faint sound of bells, they gathered together and reformed into the image of the "Time Angel".

"Ah, how wonderful!"

"Fatball, long time no see~"

"Amon" pushed up his monocle and said in an extremely despicable voice.

He looked down at the somewhat stunned blond boy, and casually put a mask on his face.

"Hehehe, Fatty, are you surprised?"

At the same time, the despicable laughter of the Celestial Venerable's will suddenly echoed in Ron's mind. At this moment, He was extremely excited and madly mocked the bewildered blond boy.

"Ha, further words are useless, prepare to die!"

In the blink of an eye, after realizing what had happened, the great "Time and Space Ruler" launched a counterattack.

Although it is said to be "the next moment", at this point, there is no longer any concept of time or sequence.

Ron's eyes regained their coldness and majesty, and endless radiance instantly engulfed the entire city.

Upon seeing this grand scene, Amon was so frightened that he instantly removed his mask, reverting to his previous state. A pleased smile appeared on his lips, and he shouted stiffly and rapidly:

"I was just kidding, I know you can tell, don't be a sore loser!!!"

A piercing, ear-piercing scream echoed throughout Constance, as if the owner of the sound was undergoing some unprecedented torture, or being brutally beaten by some cruel person who had seized a vital spot.

With a "bang," Ron kicked the itchy clone aside, while simultaneously tapping its head lightly with his fist.

In the blink of an eye, Amon's monocle shattered and fell off, and large bumps swelled up on his forehead, the corners of his eyes, and his mouth. Soon, he looked like his brother, with a pig's head.

To be honest, Ron was really startled, especially when the Dead Ghost's sarcastic words rang out.

However, at the very last moment before he made his move, he realized his mistake and instead of launching the fatal attack, he jumped up and slapped Amon across the face.

This isn't to say that Ron's grandfather was kind-hearted, but rather that if he really fell for it, he could already imagine how the two bastards inside him would laugh at him.

Although that's what they say, it's true that the great Ron Sothoth was startled, so someone had to bear the wrath of the gods!

"Damn it, serves you right for showing off!"

"Just kidding, just kidding, I'll teach you to joke!"

The crisp "slap slap slap" sound echoed through the streets and alleys. At this moment, the blond boy was like a kind old father, gently educating his naughty child like a spring breeze.

The beating from the "Time and Space Dominator" was not pleasant, and it was not just a normal beating.

Every collision of fist and flesh carries a symbolic and authoritative response, imprinted on the delicate body of the one being struck.

Ron grabbed Amon by the collar, dragging his lower body on the ground, where he instinctively struggled.

Perhaps sensing the limitation of his height, or perhaps feeling that beating someone up wasn't as comfortable as he had imagined, the blond boy's palm flashed with light, turning the still screaming Amon into a child who was only 1.4 meters tall.

He lifted the other person up with one hand and nodded in satisfaction. Then he pulled down the other person's pants, imitated Klein's posture, flicked little Amon, and then hung the other person in mid-air. He picked up a stick from the ground and whipped the other person's buttocks hard.

"Just kill me!!!"

Feeling so insulted, Amon, who was being held captive by Ron and unable to commit suicide, cried out in despair.

Even if it meant death, He, Amon, would defend the dignity of the "Angels of Time"!

(End of this chapter)