Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 273: Why Lord of Mysteries is even less popular than the Beginning of Evil (3K)

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"It's the aura of Salinger. Isn't He already dead...? And what's with that joy of life and harvest, Mother Earth? Or perhaps..."

"Old man, say something!"

"Quiet, I'm thinking!"

Just as Palez Zoroaster was deep in thought, Leonard Mitchell also sensed something was wrong. He quickly consulted his second brain to see what was going on.

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After a moment of silence, the archangel of Sequence One sighed, retrieved the scattered clones, and understood what had happened.

"This city is isolated from the outside world by a high-level force, and it's surrounded by the aura of death. Perhaps you few have stumbled upon some sacrificial offerings made by others?"

"Hey kid, I don't know whether to say you guys have sharp intuition or are just incredibly unlucky, tsk tsk tsk."

Leonard Mitchell's eyelids twitched upon hearing this. He looked around again at the pale, blinding sunlight and the sparsely populated streets, a strange sense of dread rising within him.

"Old man, you're kidding me, right? You've been deceiving me from the very beginning!"

With a stiff smile, the poet classmate gave a dry laugh, seemingly having deduced the truth.

"Ha, believe it or not!"

Palez Zoroaster gave a shout and then fell silent.

"Old man, how do you know there are higher-level entities isolating this city?"

"Who did this? Was it an evil god or something?!"

After a long silence, the poet with black hair and blue eyes could no longer bear the turmoil in his heart and hesitantly consulted the "old man" inside him.

"Heh, you don't need to know which evil god it is. Some things, even just knowing about them, can bring corruption."

"As for how they knew, it's simple. Just the fact that they kept it from me and let me unknowingly step into dangerous territory is enough to confirm the presence of a high-level force!"

"You'd better not show anything unusual. Just do as your captain tells you to do, to avoid any strange changes. You can also investigate to see if there are any problems!"

As a first-order archangel, especially as a Time Worm with unique, bizarre, difficult-to-deal-with, and life-saving abilities, deceiving them means first deceiving fate, preventing the "thieves" who can cheat the rules and deceive fate from discovering the anomaly.

This is undoubtedly a very difficult thing, and only a true god with special authority, or one who transcends the order, can do it!

"What bad luck. Did we stumble upon the Outer Gods' lair?"

Although Pales was wary, the old man was more concerned about Amon suddenly appearing and taking his gold coins when he was out and about.

Moreover, this red-gloved team was just one of dozens of teams conducting investigations in different cities.

God knows how such a messed up thing could happen to a normal investigation mission.

In contrast, Hepares Zoroastrians preferred to see Amun.

Hearing the "old man" start to back down, Leonard's lips twitched. He wanted to tease him, saying, "Old man, you're quite confident," or ask if he could hold a ceremony to pray to the goddess, but he swallowed the words back.

"Old man, when did you notice anything unusual?"

"Yesterday, or rather last night, apart from the problems you all had, everything seemed relatively normal here. Hurry up and go check on Daniel; I suspect the Spirit Cult is about to begin its sacrifices!"

"When the time comes, no one will be able to escape!"

"Ha, Pales, you're really getting senile. Can't you even find your own true form?"

"Instead of doing that, you might as well give me this feature and let me use the connections to help you find it!"

Shi Tianshi pushed up his monocle, grinned, and loudly mocked.

At this moment, He discovered a loophole in the restrictions Ron had placed on Him. Although cursing would result in "punishment," mocking or provoking Him would not.

And this is precisely the skill that He had already mastered without a teacher even in "preschool".

"You're really useless. No wonder I devoured most of your family members. Some died, some fled, and the remaining few even formed a mutual aid society with the descendants of the 'Jacob' family."

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, does this mean all the small fry huddle together for warmth?"

This imitation of Ron's tone, plagiarism of Ron's lines, and combination with Ron's expressions and demeanor gave Amon an extremely repulsive aura at this moment.

With a "smack," the blond boy, who had a strange sense of déjà vu, slapped him hard across the face again.

Suddenly, the 1.4-meter-tall black curly-haired Amon was lifted into the air, spun wildly three and a half times in mid-air, and landed on the ground with a "thump".

This slap, imbued with the dignity and symbolism of a pillar, undoubtedly taught the thief a lesson after he had just opened the door to a new world.

Before you start mocking someone, you need to understand your own situation first!

"Hmph, you slut!"

Ron shook his hand, shifting all the blame onto Amon, and selectively ignoring the fact that the Time Angel's behavior was mostly imitating his.

Putting aside the facts, is Amon completely without fault?

He is full of mistakes!

Let's find an opportunity to destroy its true form... educating it is too much trouble...

At that moment, Ron's resolve hardened.

"Pares, you stay here and watch over Him. If He tries to run away, let Him run!"

"I'm going to find something, and while I'm at it, I'll try to find you. Hopefully, your original body isn't dead in some random corner..."

With a wave of his hand, ignoring Pales Zoroaster's strong objections, Ron raised his right leg and stepped forward, instantly disappearing from the spot.

"...Let me keep an eye on Amon... When did this world become so crazy?"

The arm of the three-tiered clone, which was making a grabbing motion, froze in mid-air, and the old man, who had revealed his true form, suddenly began to doubt his existence.

He dared to "play" with the dead Amun at will, but this was the first time He had come so close to the living.

Seeing Amon, who had just gotten up from the ground, covered in dust and looking like a bullied child, Pales raised an eyebrow and a bold idea suddenly came to mind.

"This clone of Amon is only Sequence Three, and it's also been placed under a strange seal... This..."

This is an opportunity that comes along once in a lifetime!

"Hey, come here and polish my shoes!"

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"Hmph, they've hidden it quite well, but it's all destined to be in vain!"

Ron's golden eyes lit up slightly as he gazed at the entire Siena from an infinite height, looking from the past and the future, attempting to use the power of "time and space" to explore this "administrative region" that covers 37 square kilometers and includes dozens of cities and countless villages.

For the great Ron Sothos, the concept of time and space came into being because of his existence.

This is why his title is "Time and Space Dominator" rather than "Time and Space Incarnation" or the ridiculously low-level "Time and Space King" of the Dead Ghost.

He is the king of time and space.

Everything in Sihanoukville, all the history that has unfolded here in recent days, has been brought into the sight of the Great Being.

There was killing, peace, pain, and sweetness, all mixed together in a vibrant tapestry, silently telling their story to the observer.

The torrent of time, like the surging waves of the ocean, swept wildly inward, making the real world at this moment like a rapidly rewinding videotape, with day and night reversed, rivers flowing backward, the dead resurrected, and the entire state of Sihanoukville returning to three days ago in the blink of an eye.

What a magnificent sight this is! What a great person this is!

If Ron wanted, time would freeze at this moment, turning the past into the present, and everyone would continue to act out a drama called "reality" according to their own endless future.

However, the "Time Ruler" does not intend to make it a reality, because He has only reversed the time of Sienabon, not the entire planet or the entire world.

Suddenly, Ron's indifferent gaze accompanied a figure into the city of Barcelona on Wednesday.

The figure had bronze skin, gentle features, and unique bluish-black runes on his body. He wore clothing characteristic of the Byron Empire of the Southern Continent and entered the realm through spirit travel.

The gaze of the great being then fell upon him, watching him discuss plans with the children, watching him use the crown in his hand to pray to "Death", watching him arrange everything for the ceremony, and watching him receive those blessings from the "Fallen Mother Goddess".

"What a big fish!"

"Ah, as Russell once said, 'You can search high and low without finding it, but then it comes to you effortlessly.'"

"You two, do you have any bold ideas?"

Pushing up his monocle, Ron stared intently at the crown left behind by Death, sensing the unique aura of "death" and "rebirth" emanating from it, and muttered to himself.

"Fatty, if you want to have a baby, just say so! No need to beat around the bush!"

"Sothoth retains some of the essence and other pathway characteristics, making him far stronger than you. You can have children and be played with by him, but don't drag me into it!"

Both the Celestial Will and the Primal Will rejected Ron's audacious idea, clearly indicating that they did not enjoy having children.

"O O Root God, Mother of All Things, Filthy Nest, Fallen Mother Goddess, Beginning of Evil, Undying One."

"Sometimes I'm really curious, how can the Outer God's fate be worse than that of the Lord of Mysteries, King of Time and Space, Beacon of Destiny, Incarnation of the Source Castle, Ruler of the Spirit Realm, and Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Profound Yellow?"

"Dead monster, your authority and symbols are not related to evil except for being a bit despicable. Even the most upright creature in the beginning held authority related to 'corruption'."

"Tell me, how exactly did you do that?"

"Logically speaking, aren't you the most respectable guy among them?"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle and asked a question that struck right to the heart of the "Lord of Mysteries," leaving Him hesitant for a long time, unable to figure out what was going on.

(End of this chapter)