Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 284 If You Cause Trouble (3K)

"The ultimate goal of the 'Mystic' path is the Fallen Creator, as discussed in previous gatherings. In short, this being is extremely dangerous to you, and I don't need to elaborate further!"

The silver-haired woman nodded slightly to "The Sun" Derrick, ending the conversation about "evil gods".

"Thank you for informing me, Lady 'Destiny,' you are truly a kind and compassionate person!"

Little Sun nodded gratefully. He really didn't expect the members of the Tarot Club to be so generous. Among them, Mr. or Ms. Destiny was not only very capable, but also kind-hearted, humble and sincere.

"You're an honest guy, and you have great taste!"

Ron arrogantly raised his chin and accepted the praise from his classmate Sun without hesitation, leaving "Fool" Klein speechless.

As the topic came to an end, the members of the Tarot Club stopped talking and began to digest the knowledge they had just acquired.

"These are all hidden histories of the Fourth Age, completely different from what is recorded in church scriptures. Could history have been intentionally altered by the seven major churches? But why would this be?"

"Audrey, you still know too little about the mysterious world. It seems you should visit Mr. Ron's house more often. He probably won't find me annoying. He's so knowledgeable, knowing so much... perhaps he's lived long enough to witness those hidden histories firsthand?"

"Justice" Audrey suppressed the turmoil in her mind, gracefully raised her chin, and secretly glanced at Ron.

She felt an even greater admiration for this powerful angel who always took it upon herself to "fight evil," and set the image of the silver-haired lady as her ultimate goal.

Because the attitude Ron is currently displaying is exactly what Audrey envisions for her future!

"Yes! Knowledgeable and capable of fighting evil gods, that's it, Audrey, you can do it!"

Having made up her mind and given herself a pep talk, the noble lady curled her lips into an impeccable smile. Only then did she have time to report to Mr. Fool about the "report."

But Audrey, the "Justice," stopped abruptly as soon as she opened her mouth, because her next topic was also about the "True Creator."

"Why is it the Fallen Creator again? Has He appeared at Tarot gatherings far too often?"

Sensing the fated entanglement between this evil god and the Tarot Society, "Justice" Audrey muttered to herself, then smiled and said:

"Mr. Fool, the 'simple' task you entrusted to me is complete!"

She emphasized the word "simple".

"I already know."

Klein replied casually, then sighed softly:

"Such an era, such a Backlund, such a factory district and dock area, is truly a breeding ground for evil gods."

The Fool's lament prompted the Tarot Club members to ponder its deeper meaning...

"Hmph, it's the same in every era. If you don't do it, plenty of others will!"

The great philosopher Ron Sothos, being pragmatic, uttered a profound statement.

"What kind of talk is that?!"

But this profound saying actually stunned Mr. Hanged Man. As someone who had climbed up from the bottom of the Church of Storms, he understood even more the intensity of the competition and the rarity of opportunities.

"Oh, it can be done even better, can't it?"

"The Fool" Klein was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to hear such a statement after transmigrating. However, he reacted very quickly and used all his strength as a keyboard warrior to successfully maintain Mr. Fool's high-class image.

"snort!"

The silver-haired woman hummed, showing no interest in the topic, because in Ron's eyes, although she ruled the present, she could also look to the future, and the future belonged to the "One Who Unifies All Things".

Although the "present" is precious, it is merely a process of development, and to the gods, these things are not worth taking to heart.

"So the divinity within Lanius is the initial vessel through which the 'True Creator' descends into the real world, and the appalling conditions in the East District, the Dock District, and the Factory District are the breeding ground for this rapidly growing vessel. If you don't do it, plenty of others will. Truly Ron's style."

Hearing the Fool's exclamation, and combining it with the previous discussion and Ron's previous analyses of the true creator, Justice instantly understood the whole matter concerning Lanius.

The banker's daughter pursed her lips, seemingly feeling that she didn't have much to say on this matter.

"No, Mr. Ron, really. Is this what a born mythical creature is like?"

"Mr. Fool is right. We can do better, and the kingdom can enact laws to improve the situation!"

She frowned slightly, realizing the fallacy in the silver-haired woman's words.

At this moment, the somber and reserved "world" chuckled softly:

"Yes, whenever I see and hear about the large number of child laborers who die in their teens, the majority of workers who rarely live past thirty due to extreme exhaustion and harsh conditions, the elderly who barely survived the earlier trials but became unemployed due to old age and lack of security and could only wander the streets and die in hunger and cold, I have no doubt about the existence of evil gods. They are on earth, in the East District, the Dock District and the Factory District."

"Ha, there are even survey reports that say some factory workers don't survive more than five years."

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Upon seeing Mr. World speak so much for the first time, Audrey, the "Justice," was deeply confused and shocked.

She had learned from newspapers and news reports that the people in the East District were having a hard time, but she never imagined it would escalate to this extent. It was more than just hardship; it was a painful struggle on the brink of death.

At that moment, she understood why Mr. Fool had uttered such a lament.

Just then, the beautiful silver-haired woman chuckled dismissively and offered a better solution.

"Hmm, perhaps we could report the situation to the Seven Gods and ask them to make some improvements?"

"If the church of a tyrant were to temper its temper, the whole world would be 'peaceful and prosperous'."

"If the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery were a little smarter, the technological brilliance of the entire civilization would have advanced even further."

"The church of the Earth Mother Goddess can guarantee that no one will starve to death."

"The church of 'Eternal Sun' can keep the light shining and promote the business sector."

"The Church, the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom,' can also ensure that civilization does not break down, and learning is extremely important!"

"The Church of the Goddess of Night can provide psychological counseling."

"As for the 'God of War' Church."

Ron paused here, racking her brains for a long time but still couldn't figure out what such a useless god could do.

"They're very strong; maybe they can do important work?"

The silver-haired woman muttered uncertainly, but she didn't dwell on it too much. Instead, she burst this beautiful, bubble-like world.

"But are they willing?"

"In short, what I mean is that none of the seven gods are really willing to do this at this stage, so let's overthrow them and let Mr. 'Fool' take over."

"cough!"

Just then, as Ron was about to change the subject, "The World" suddenly coughed, interrupting her.

"I knew it! You'd cause me trouble!!! You're not thinking of crowning Mr. 'Fool' with a royal robe, are you?!"

"How could I have ever brought this thing up here!"

Sensing the brat's sinister intentions, "The Fool" Klein's brain hemorrhage, which had finally subsided, surged again. However, burdened by the weight of his great existence, he remained outwardly calm, as if he didn't care about what Ron said.

Klein took a deep breath silently, and he felt that same sense of walking on thin ice that he had in Tingen. He unconsciously began to worry about this and that, afraid that Ron might cause some trouble if he wasn't careful.

"If he dares to cause trouble again, I'll expel him from the Tarot Club and warn him, if you get into trouble, don't mention Mr. 'The Fool's' name!"

"To avoid implicating me, a weak 'Sequence Eight'!"

Klein suddenly thought of a monkey, muttered a curse to himself, and immediately manipulated "the world" to change the subject.

"Ha, Lady Fate, your ideas are somewhat unrealistic. Besides, there's constant friction between the seven gods, so how could it be as you say?"

"Besides, the gods don't care about that."

Whether it was a sudden inspiration or a recollection of certain words from a past life, the dummy "world" added another sentence, completely ending the topic.

Mr. Fool ignored Mr. Sun, who was pretending to know everything, and Mr. Justice, who was engrossed in philosophical and theological thinking. His gaze was fixed on Mr. Hanged Man, who had a knowing look on his face.

Alger Wilson immediately understood what "The Fool" meant and immediately materialized the last page of the promised Roselle diary.

The moment this page of the diary appeared, it instantly attracted the attention of the "Great Being".

Ron's blood-red eyes widened slightly, and his beautiful face showed a hint of surprise, mixed with a touch of incomprehension, a hint of bewilderment, a hint of astonishment, and a hint of agreement.

On that page of the diary was a very unusual sentence.

"January 16th, the witch's taste is really quite good."

"Roselle, I agree with your taste!"

The taste of witches is indeed quite good, but Ron is not interested because most witches are not even as pretty as she is now.

What puzzled her was that, given Roselle's gender, race, and sexual orientation, he should have avoided witches like the plague.

Has he forgotten the hurt the Count of Champagne caused him?

"I really don't understand him."

Ron pursed his lips, glanced at the diary entry about the "Blasphemy Cards," and then looked away.

She wasn't interested in the "Blasphemy Tablet" because the second "Blasphemy Tablet" was at the Twilight Hermits' Guild, and she could just mention it at the gathering if she wanted to see it.

"The Tarot Club's foundation is still too shallow. Perhaps I should snatch that 'blasphemous tablet' and place it here?"

"The Source Castle should be able to block the bearded man's gaze, even after he becomes a god."

The silver-haired woman thought to herself, plotting how to provoke Mr. Fool into another formidable enemy.

After all, being hated by everyone is the only way for him to succeed!

(End of this chapter)