Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 283 The Fool: Don't do this in the early stages of a startup! (3.2K)

"As expected, this must be a battle at the level of gods. However, haven't we Tarot practitioners attracted far too many evil gods? Has Mr. Fool already resurrected to this extent?"

Having understood the "cause and effect," Mr. Hanged Man easily guessed the "truth," believing that it involved a high-level game, which is why "Fate," an angel under the Fool's command, went to "play the game."

To be honest, his guess was pretty close; Mr. Fool was indeed involved in this battle between four great beings.

Because the great being high above the spirit realm simply waved his hand, suppressing the "Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity" beneath him.

When it comes to getting photos taken with others, Mr. Fool is a pro.

"An evil god?"

Upon hearing Ron's words, "The Sun" Derrick, no longer bothering to hide his astonishment, let out a sound of surprise.

In the land of the forsaken gods, within the exploration area of ​​Silver City, they discovered the ruins or relics of many city-states. Some of these relics were completely destroyed, not because of food shortages or lack of water.

Among the ruins of those destroyed city-states, only some rubble retains words written in "Dragon Language," "Giant Language," and "Elf Language."

The remaining information mostly describes an existence.

That kind of existence is called:

"Evil God!"

"Yes, the primordial moon truly deserves to be called an evil god; nothing is more wicked than Him!"

"Uh, maybe."

Strictly speaking, the Fool is far more evil than the evil god.

The silver-haired woman turned her blood-red eyes to the little sun on her right and said confidently. She stood up straight and raised her silver-haired head slightly, as if she wanted to settle the score with the guy who had been taller than her.

However, the beautiful woman soon discovered that this burly "little sun" was taller than her even without straightening his back, which left her somewhat bewildered.

The main reason for using this avatar is for the height and the ability to have "equal" conversations with people without having to look up. However, a height of 175 cm is far from "equal".

Ron glanced furtively at Miss "Justice" across from him and Mr. "World," who remained motionless and pretended to be deep in thought, and nodded slightly once more, as if he had found some kind of confidence.

Hmph, you little dwarf!

"I see, Lady of Destiny. Do you know what that evil god looks like?"

"The Sun," Derrick nodded blankly, then, oblivious to the danger, asked again.

"Heh, I do know that, and I'd love to share it with you for free, but some things can't be known casually, such as the appearance of certain evil gods, or the names of certain evil gods!"

"Just knowing it is enough for them to sense it!"

Suppressing his nauseatingly wicked manner of complaining about the "old pig," and restraining his urge to ramble on and impart knowledge in any situation, Ron kindly reminded her:

"You too, I don't want to miss the next gathering, or see some writhing lump of flesh constantly giving birth, and capable of carrying triplets or quadruplets at once!"

The silver-haired woman looked around, her gaze finally settling on "the world," as if assessing how many twins the other could potentially give birth to at once.

"Heh, what are you looking at me for? You didn't get caught by that evil god and have his baby, did you?"

The Fool, who controlled the "world," curled his lip inwardly, speculating with the utmost malice about the sharp-tongued blond boy he remembered.

"That's terrifying!?"

"Thank you for reminding me, Lady Fate!"

The Tarot Club members were startled by Ron's description, especially "Sun" Derrick, who rarely saw anything so disgusting, even among the monsters of the Forsaken Land.

"The Lady of Fate's description seems to correspond to the authority of Lilith, the progenitor of vampires. Could she still be alive?!"

"But how could he know so many details?"

In that instant, Little Sun's intelligence regained its footing, and he realized that Lady "Fate" had a hidden meaning in her words.

But just as he was about to blurt out that he had asked Ron if he had been affected by the primordial moon and had given birth, he suddenly realized that it would be impolite, so he forcefully changed the subject.

"Silver City recently organized an expedition to explore the depths of darkness and discovered a half-collapsed temple. Inside, the statue was a naked man hanging upside down, and the surface of the statue was smeared with blood."

"This also seems to be an evil god. Do you know who he is?"

As soon as "The Sun" Derrick finished speaking, "Justice," "The Hanged Man," and "The World" all shook their heads, indicating that they did not know.

Klein, the "Fool" who sat at the very head of the bronze table, found the name increasingly familiar. Suddenly, he remembered who this being was.

He also reported the other party to the Church of the Night this week.

"Ha, that is a fallen creator."

"The Fool" Klein offered a casual reminder, showing neither panic nor shock, as if he had expected it all along.

"Sigh~ Your 'Fool' and Him are old enemies. But why is there a temple of the true creator near Silver City?"

Klein then inwardly marveled at this damned "fate".

It's one thing for him to be attracted to people and things related to the "diviner" path, but why does he always seem to run into that terrifying evil god?

It's impossible that the evil god's offspring in Megos's womb called him "The Fool" as "Dad" back then, and that person eventually found out, right?

"The Fallen Creator."

"The Sun" Derrick immediately frowned.

Silver City worships a "Creator" who is all-powerful and omniscient, but the word "fallen" preceding this title always sounds unsettling and evokes an indescribable sense of dread.

"Indeed, that is a fallen creator; He is half-mad and not trustworthy."

Seemingly basking in the superiority that comes with height, the silver-haired woman added in a cheerful mood...

This chilling addition made it impossible for "Justice," "The Hanged Man," and "The Sun" to hide their astonishment.

"Hey, hey, hey, Ms. Ron, you must be joking. How could a god go mad? One day... the seven true gods in the real world... No, Audrey, stop thinking about it! This is blasphemy, you'll be in the judgment court!"

The stunningly beautiful noblewoman reacted instantly, suppressing her emotions and staring wide-eyed at the sky, seemingly unable to believe that even a god could descend into madness.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," was in the same situation as her, except that his body was trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he had also thought of something blasphemous.

"Did the Lord abandon this land, or has He gone mad?"

As for "The Sun" Derrick, he was reminded of the legends of the Silver City and inexplicably associated them with extremely terrifying things.

Ron glanced around and, seeing the three looking completely bewildered, chuckled and comforted them:

"Of course, even the true gods can go mad. In the Fourth Age, when the Solomon Empire still existed, the true creator was the orthodox religion at that time."

"However, with the fall of the 'Black Emperor,' His alliance with the 'True Creator' was broken by the six gods of that time!"

"Then, He became half-mad, though some people don't think He's gone mad."

The silver-haired woman recounted Medici's muttered musings while he worked, filling these "illiterate" people with secret knowledge they had never heard of before.

Ron prefers the atmosphere of the Tarot Club to the Twilight Hermits Club. Although it's not as high-end, there's a sense of mutual help and support among its members.

In contrast to the Twilight Hermits' Club, where everyone is either a sycophant or acts like they're the most important person in the world, the Tarot Club can't become like that.

"Mr. Destiny, I've heard a rumor that the difference between righteous gods and evil gods lies in their appearance. Righteous gods are depicted as abstract symbols or holy emblems, while only evil gods have humanoid forms."

Just then, the dummy "World," still reeling from the shock, spoke in a hoarse voice, realizing a crucial issue.

He had already read about gods going mad in Roselle's diary, so he wasn't surprised. The only question was why a perfectly normal god would go insane; there must be a secret behind it!

"That little brat knows a lot, huh? Tsk, why didn't I ask him more questions when I was with him?"

Mr. Fool suddenly felt a pang of guilt, realizing how little he knew when he needed it most.

"Ha, who told you that the Seven Gods also have their own human-shaped statues!"

At this point, the woman with bloodshot eyes curled her lips into a mocking smile as she stared at "the world," making "The Fool" Klein feel a pang of guilt.

Then she raised her head arrogantly, as if she had just remembered something, and added in a tone that suggested something you don't have but I do:

"I have a statue of six gods that dates back to the Quaternary period in my basement!"

puff.

Upon hearing this boastful statement, "The World" nearly coughed up blood, while Mr. Fool's face had already turned ashen and twisted beyond recognition. Even the clown's extraordinary abilities failed to play their due role.

Because Klein could already imagine himself being besieged by all the gods in the world.

"Can you please stop causing trouble? How come there's something so dangerous in your basement?!"

"If we get caught, you and I are both finished!!!"

"The Tarot Club has only been around for less than three months. How could I, a mere 'Sequence Eight,' possibly deserve such a 'favored one' as you?"

Mr. Fool was incredibly frustrated, wishing he could kick Ron out of the Tarot Club right now. He didn't care about one or two evil gods, but having provoked seven or eight true gods was a different story.

Even if he could be resurrected, it wouldn't be of much use!

At that moment, he suddenly thought of that petty "Time and Space Ruler," whose followers were just like that, causing trouble everywhere.

The only difference is that he's genuinely capable and can handle things, unlike this fake kind of capability.

The dummy "world" was stunned for a long time before finally coming to its senses and asking with a rather complicated expression:

"Besides these, is there anything else, like a statue of the 'Time and Space Ruler' or something?"

His underlying meaning was simple: were there any other dangerous items? If so, he would go over immediately after the party to supervise the kids to hide these troublesome things, or throw them away, leaving no hidden dangers.

In Klein's mind, without him, Ron would never be careful enough in his work, and if he were to be exposed, things would be in trouble.

"Uh, probably not."

Ron's beautiful face showed a slightly strange expression. She replied hesitantly, which made Mr. Fool breathe a long sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)