Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 281 You, as my "lazy incarnation" follower, must be diligent!

"Roselle's talent?"

"Actually, I don't really approve of a chaotic private life, but once you become emperor, you can set up your own harem, marry thousands of wives, and have thousands of children to provide your empire with a continuous supply of manpower."

Hearing her family members marvel at Roselle's "talent," the woman with deep red eyes tilted her head, causing her long, silver, flowing hair to sway slightly.

She frowned and pondered for a while, and finally gave a sincere suggestion like an expert.

That is, how to surpass the master in a short period of time and exceed the legend of Russell Gustave in the field of "extraordinary".

"No, that's not what I meant!"

The favored one clearly understood the somewhat unorthodox thinking of his own god; his face immediately flushed red, and he quickly waved his hand, saying instead:

"I just don't understand why you chose me. After all, I was just a homeless person who couldn't even afford to eat before..."

"Before even coming here, I knew absolutely nothing about the occult or how to lead an organization. I've been learning everything on the fly these past few months. Fortunately, you granted me the ability to learn quickly, otherwise..."

Roy Moore subconsciously rubbed his eyes, seemingly reminiscing about the impossible dark circles under his eyes and his frail constitution that made him fall asleep as soon as he finished studying.

He was so engrossed in studying that he couldn't sleep, and the more he studied, the more excited he became, falling into a state of complete "madness." He didn't know whether to be grateful or to burst into tears.

"Roy, there are some people in this world who are very ordinary, but there are also some who are very special... Do you understand what I mean?"

Taking another sip of black tea, the silver-haired woman straightened her back, her downward posture causing her blood-red eyes to droop slightly as she stared directly at her family member, adding a meaningful remark.

Her words were extremely leisurely, with an air of confidence that she was in control of everything, like a true sage or an elder with extraordinary experience.

"You...you mean I'm not an ordinary person!?"

"Do I possess some unknown bloodline or something extremely special that led you to choose me!?"

"I knew it! All the protagonists in Roselle's novels are like that—orphaned at a young age and with extremely complicated backgrounds!"

"Stop! Stop!"

Seeing the excited state of her family members, the extremely beautiful silver-haired lady suddenly remembered the poet from Tingen.

Seeing that Roy Moore was heading in a strange direction, the "Time and Space Dominator" pursed his bloodless lips and glanced at the follower with a rather complicated look.

"What I mean is, you're the ordinary one."

She shattered the boy's simple, unpretentious fantasy with a confident tone.

Click!

In that instant, Ron seemed to hear something shatter on the ground.

"If it's just ordinary, why did you say so much..."

The blond hair was no longer rough, and Roy Moore, with his emerald green eyes, suddenly looked gloomy, muttering to himself.

"Hey, Roy, don't be discouraged."

"Because I chose you, you must be better than the other two!"

"Everyone faces choices. If you hadn't stopped me back then, you wouldn't have all of this now!"

"Do you understand? Choices are important!"

With her slender eyebrows slightly raised, a cool female voice explained in detail.

"If, if that's the case, can I choose not to be king? I just want to live a peaceful life... If I have the chance, I'd like to go back to Rune..."

But just then, Roy Moore suddenly murmured, making a choice. His voice was so soft that he himself couldn't even understand what he was saying.

This choice from the favored one did not surprise the "Time and Space Ruler." She seemed to remember something and chuckled softly. She neither agreed nor refused, but instead started talking about unrelated topics.

"Ha, can you imagine? When I returned to reality from the spirit world, I didn't even have a single subordinate or believer."

"So I chose you, I chose the Rose School, and now all of this has come to be, this kingdom that is about to become mine!"

"It's not about what you have, or what the Rose School has, but about what I want to achieve..."

"Roy, you need to understand this: my favor isn't like cabbage on the street, something you can take or throw away as you please!"

"Want to leave? No way!"

Ron stood up, lowered his silver head, and stared at the followers who dared not raise their heads with his blood-red eyes.

A silent, oppressive aura swept over them. The presence of the high-ranking figure was as imposing as a mountain or as vast as the sea. His red eyes exuded a dangerous, captivating aura, causing the chosen one to nervously take two steps back, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.

The beautiful silver-haired woman just stared at Roy Moore without making a sound, seemingly quite displeased with his behavior.

The little leek wants to pursue freedom? How can that be allowed?!

"It's not about what I have, but what He wants to achieve..."

Upon hearing Ron's words, Roy Moore was slightly startled. He unconsciously recalled everything that had just happened and what his god had just said, and he began to have a new opinion of this somewhat unconventional fellow.

Every word and action of the gods has a profound purpose, and everything in the world can only be manipulated like a chess piece... And what the god just said is almost coming true.

Now, all that's missing is the name of a country, and He can obtain His own kingdom!

This is something that even evil gods such as the "True Creator," the "Primordial Witch," and the "Dark Side of the Universe" could not do, and the other party accomplished all of this by making two insignificant choices.

Fate seemed to have chosen him, who had nothing, and the not-so-good-reputation Rose School.

'This aura, this confidence, this foresight—is this the work of a deity…? Did He foresee this scene long ago?'

Suddenly, the chosen one felt a sense of unease, gaining a deeper understanding of the terror of the gods. He immediately lowered his head and respectfully whispered:

"I obey your will; your will is my will!"

He no longer tried to defy the arrangements of the "Time and Space Ruler" and gave up his plan to maintain his current life and live an ordinary life.

"Roy, you need to understand everything you'll face because of your identity!"

Upon seeing her family, she understood the crux of the matter and realized that reality was not as absurd as a myth. The beautiful silver-haired lady strode slowly towards them.

The bare feet walked on the ground without making a sound.

She patted Roy Moore on the shoulder and gave the order in a cool, indifferent voice:

"You're still too naive. Being a king isn't easy... Go down and come back to me when you've thought things through!"

The silver-haired woman issued an order to leave, intending to let this leek she had been cultivating for so long reflect on its actions.

She understood the thoughts of her only remaining family member, but there's an old saying...

Every gift of fate comes with a price already secretly marked on it.

After receiving so much training, you still want to do nothing? There's no such thing as a free lunch. Now that you're on my ship, Ron Sothos, don't even think about getting off.

Freebies? Not a chance!

"As you command!"

The person favored by the gods bowed respectfully, left the room with mixed feelings, closed the door, and walked outside.

In his heart, his own gods had two things they didn't care about.

First, they don't care about this; second, they don't care about that.

At this stage, it's already quite difficult to maintain the prestige of the Rose School and this god who rarely responds to believers.

Whenever he dealt with high-ranking clergy and devout believers, he would break out in a cold sweat and spout nonsense to fool them and save face for the gods.

Even the holy book of the "Time and Space Dominator" was compiled by him overnight, and was only disseminated after being approved and modified by Ron.

Everything right now is just a scam, which makes it impossible for him to imagine what will happen in the future.

As a caretaker, he bore pressures that shouldn't belong to his profession.

Being favored by God is something many people aspire to and envy, but Roy Moore doesn't agree, because once you actually become one, you'll find it's not as easy as you imagined.

The same applies to kings.

As Emperor Roselle aptly said, "Heavy is the head that wears the crown."

"I hope I don't lose my hair. I read in the newspapers that excessive mental stress is the real culprit behind a receding hairline."

He muttered something to himself to calm himself down, but as he walked, he sensed something was wrong, because the room he had just been in seemed to belong to him.

He had nowhere to go.

Roy Moore stood there for a long time, unable to recover, unsure whether the "Time and Space Ruler" had acted intentionally or unintentionally.

……

"Sigh, this is really tiring. Why can't you just work honestly and let me reap the rewards? Why think about all that nonsense?"

Having "solved" the psychological problems of the dependents, the silver-haired woman straightened her clothes and sat down in the chair again, pouring herself a cup of cloyingly sweet black tea.

"Heh, Fatty, don't blame others for your laziness!"

"You've granted him considerable power, which will continuously influence him to gravitate towards you, and everyone knows what kind of person you are!"

"That's right, Sothos being lazy and good-for-nothing is just a very basic description!"

Hearing Ron's self-reflective sigh, the Celestial Will and the Primal Will could not help but speak up and say a few words of justice.

They couldn't understand how anyone could be even more shameless than themselves, able to say such things.

"This is none of your business!"

The silver-haired woman pushed up her monocle. She wanted to grumble, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do such a childish thing.

The kind of persona one embodies will have the kind of personality that is predetermined; children are destined not to be too mature, and adults are destined not to be too naive.

With light steps, the woman with bloodshot eyes turned around the room. Her bare feet and socks touched the hard floor, and her toes, white as pearls, twitched constantly.

After circling around a few times and feeling that it was about time, she sat back down in her chair, downed the cloyingly sweet black tea in one gulp, and prepared for this week's tarot gathering.

The night in the southern continent was quiet and deep, and the red moon in the sky still radiated a crimson glow.

(End of this chapter)