Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 269 Ron's Ultimate Humiliation (3K)

"You're quite mischievous!"

"Ha, just kill me!"

Snapped!

"You're quite humorous!"

"Ha, just kill me!"

Snapped!

"What are you trying to say with this whole charade? Are you trying to threaten me? Hmm!?"

"Ha, just kill me!"

Snapped!

In the vast, clearing, and weed-free ground, the 1.4-meter-tall Time Angel was suspended in the void. His fair buttocks were clearly swollen from being beaten, but he still refused to admit defeat, guarding his last shred of dignity.

The moment He entered the church, as the King of Angels, He sensed that this clone's fate would not be pleasant. However, that was not the point. The point was that this clone had come to find out what had happened.

Moreover, life always needs some thrills and excitement, otherwise it would be too boring.

In the eyes of this simple-minded angel king, a tragic ending is nothing more than being killed after a contest of wisdom and ability, or worse, having one's special characteristics unable to be recovered.

However.

However, everything has now gone beyond His expectations. He never imagined that He, the dignified "Angel of Time" Amon, would be so humiliated by being hung up by a little kid, and that He couldn't even commit suicide.

In a sense, this was indeed an unexpected thrill and excitement.

"Heh, it seems you're just as despicable and vile as I suspected. It's quite amusing that you could come up with such a vile tactic."

The little black-haired boy maintained his dignity as the King of Angels and did not choose to be as shameless as the guy in front of him. Even though he was a despicable thief, he still had some bottom line.

Simply put, it means they never back down and are afraid of losing face.

"Minor miscellaneous fish!"

Ron flicked little Amon again, scoffed dismissively, then dropped the stick and said haughtily:

"Looks like you're not as shameless as I thought. But what's that saying, Roselle? Right, the son pays for the father's sins!"

"Your deadbeat father and your brother have caused me a lot of trouble. As their son, is it wrong for me to beat you up?"

"I'm referring to 'father' in terms of generational relationship, and also 'father' in terms of blood relation!"

Glancing in his mind at the "Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity" who was laughing so hard he was doubled over, the blond-haired boy silently blamed the earlier incident on His "unique" incarnation.

If it weren't for his great, boundless wisdom and quick thinking, he would probably be a laughing stock by now.

For example, that shameless "Lord of Mysteries" would definitely mock him for being afraid of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun," which is why he acted that way. He would also shamelessly elevate himself and despicably belittle the cowardly "Time and Space Dominator."

Who knows what nasty things they'll say when the time comes?

"Fat Ball, you don't actually believe that, do you? Really? Really?"

"You're such a coward. Are you afraid I'll open the door for you after I'm resurrected?"

Sure enough, before Ron could further discipline this unruly "Angel of Time," a vile voice immediately echoed in his mind, beginning a new round of mockery.

Compared to the Angels of Time, the will of the Celestials, even more shameless than Him, appears even more despicable, showing no regard whatsoever for face.

It's like having both sides, possessing a flexible morality—no, it has absolutely no bottom line.

"Hmph, shut up, you scoundrel! I just thought about it, and perhaps your authority and symbols aren't entirely useless!"

The blond boy gave a cold snort, surprisingly "praising" the "Spirit Realm Ruler," which made the old Celestial Venerable feel both flattered and chilled.

Because this doesn't seem like a good thing.

"Sothoth is right. Your authority and symbols do serve a purpose: to highlight the greatness and nobility of me, the 'Primordial Creator'!"

However, before Ron could even open his mouth to turn the tables, this golden opportunity to flaunt himself was snatched away by the honest "Primordial Creator".

Therefore, there is nothing great or noble about it; it is merely a contrast with the peers.

"Ha, when it comes to shamelessness, you two are cut from the same cloth!"

With a slight smirk, the blond boy made a sarcastic remark before shifting his gaze to Amon, who was dangling in mid-air.

"Ha, you say I should pay for my father's sins, fine, but that paranoid guy also messed with you, so why are you putting my score for him too!?"

"Shameless bastard!"

Seeing that shameless fellow look up at her, Shi Tian raised a mouth as hard as diamond and questioned him with great indignation.

Although He knew that this guy, whom He also disliked, was most likely just spouting nonsense, He still couldn't swallow his anger.

He was eating hotpot and singing in the land abandoned by God, doing nothing, when suddenly he lost an important clone.

This time, He was humiliated without even having a chance to do anything, and no one could swallow that insult.

He, Amon, is no pushover!

"The eldest brother is like a father."

Upon hearing this question, the blond youth calmly presented his reasoning, his golden eyes flickering as he added:

"That's what Rosell said!"

The eldest brother is like a father

Upon receiving this answer, Little Amon's face twitched twice, seemingly quite surprised and dissatisfied with the response.

"Oh……"

"Alright, I'm not going to reason with you anymore. From now on, you must obey my orders!"

Amon wanted to say something more, but was ruthlessly interrupted by the blond boy.

Ron first declared the fate of the Time Angel in an extremely forceful tone, then pushed up his matching monocle and revealed a very pleased smile.

"To prevent you from committing suicide or causing anything else, I need to enter your body. The process might be a little painful, but just bear with it..."

No sooner had these misleading words fallen than Ron Sothos stretched out his palm and summoned his own incomprehensibility.

Suddenly, the world before the Time-Space Dominator was filled with countless golden lines.

These golden threads, stretching from near to far, are impossible to trace back to their origin or end. Like the finest spider silk, they drift and change shape, as if silently telling of the unpredictability of the future.

Surrounded by these golden timelines, the "Time and Space Dominator" gently beckoned with her flawless little hand, as if plucking loose strings.

Ron drew a timeline, which he then molded into a ring with his bare hands.

"Wearing this will mean your fate will no longer be in your own hands... However, I'm being very fair; if you don't like it, you can refuse this restriction."

"I refuse!"

Sensing that something extremely terrible was about to happen, something she absolutely did not want to see, the Angel of Time refused without a second thought.

"Heh, alright."

Ron smiled knowingly, lowered the 1.4-meter-tall Amon from mid-air, and placed the ring on his head.

"I said I refuse!"

Seeing that the boy showed no sign of stopping, the Son of the Creator shouted once more.

"Hmph, I rejected your rejection. I've said it before, I'm a very fair person, both to others and especially to myself!"

The blond boy smirked, grabbed the 1.4-meter-tall little bean, and slammed the ring onto the angel's forehead.

"Hiss... Ah..."

A sharp pain struck and then quickly receded, abruptly stopping the angel of time from letting out a miserable howl of agony.

He lay on the ground, with rings of golden patterns appearing on his forehead. These mysterious symbols radiated golden light, like some kind of extremely special seal.

"Where is your true form?"

Suddenly, a youthful voice, tinged with indifference beneath its dignified tone, asked the question.

"In the land forsaken by God."

"No, no, I was just kidding!"

In that brief moment, even the outspoken God of Time, lying on the ground, broke out in a cold sweat, because He had just spoken the truth from the bottom of His heart!

He spoke the truth against his own nature!

He stared wide-eyed, somewhat incredulous at his own honesty and trustworthiness.

Is this the kind of good quality I should possess?

What kind of mental state could allow someone to do such a thing to the "Angel of Time"?

If the main body is captured, wouldn't we be doomed?

"You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!!!"

In a flash, Amon10086 suddenly got up from the ground, gritted his teeth and shouted. He raised his hand and conjured a monocle in his palm, which he then put on his right eye. Then he made a grasping motion with his right hand as if he were stealing something.

In the thieves' view, Ron's petite body was filled with countless points of light, some silvery-white and some golden-yellow, each color marking the special nature and importance of his authority.

With a forceful twist of his wrist to the right, his five fingers snapped together, and a golden light suddenly appeared. Amon's theft had succeeded; he had actually stolen an extremely terrifying and extraordinary ability!

This seemed to stem from the blond boy's deliberate indulgence, because the Time Angel did not experience the layers of resistance and defense that it had before when it stole.

"The End!"

Unable to bear the humiliation, Amon did not hesitate and immediately used his extraordinary ability to silence anything.

This ability seems to correspond to the end of time, causing the affected things to instantly meet their inevitable demise.

Given enough time, everything will eventually return to the embrace of the One Who Returns to Oneness!

But at that very moment, just as Amon was using this authority, an indescribable sense of guilt suddenly welled up in the Angel of Time's heart.

This guilt is a confession of stealing, a self-criticism of one's own evil, and remorse and unease for harming the "innocent".

This extremely painful and twisted emotion made Amon's eyes widen, and he knelt down helplessly on the ground, as if his whole body had turned into a sculpture, and could only quietly bewildered in the breeze.

"Heh, good boy, don't make that face. Once you get used to it, I'll let you return to your original form and let your original form experience what true surprise is!"

Seeing the nasty guy's expression, Ron smugly hummed and went over to pat little Amon's head.

Then he took off his coat and covered up little Amon's naked body to prevent the little guy from being seen naked and dying of shame.

"Just kill me!!!"

(End of this chapter)