Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 294 Medici, I've brought you a good helper! (3.4K)

"So... what are your plans for the powerful nations of the Northern Continent?"

After feeling quite pleased with himself for a while, Ron suddenly remembered that there was one last important plan that needed to be confirmed, which concerned the living environment of the adorable "little animals".

"Great master of time and space, I already had a contingency plan for this!"

"Without the intervention of the Seven Gods and the Church of the Seven Gods, we can launch a surprise attack, kidnap key members of the Northern Continent nations, and use them as leverage to sign a peace treaty!"

"For example, Earl Hall, a high-ranking nobleman in Rune and a current member of the Kingdom's Upper House, or the current Duke of Nigan, Pallas Nigan—these are all huge bargaining chips!"

"And the same applies to Fenerbahce, Fussack, and Intis!"

"Although those great nobles have the support of the major churches, if we act quickly enough, we can deter them from making any rash moves. At that point, the initiative will be in our hands!"

"At that time, we can recognize the cities they have already occupied, but they will also have to recognize our kingdom!"

Upon hearing about such a generous gesture, the silver-haired woman unconsciously twitched the corners of her mouth.

If this were to succeed, that old Hermes would definitely be churning out civilized language like crazy.

"However, it's just borrowing, so it doesn't really affect the trend of the times..."

Thin golden lines were reflected in his blood-red eyes, and Ron, who had been observing the future, had reached a conclusion.

She hadn't forgotten her promise to the bearded man: not to interfere with His initiation ceremony.

In fact, for this member of the Twilight Hermits, achieving this goal could have been entirely achieved by leveraging the power within the organization to rebalance the power structure.

However, in this case, it's just her help, and it doesn't really mean anything.

"You are the 'King,' you make the decisions!"

With a nonchalant tone, Ron nodded without offering any opinion. Finally, she patted the chosen one on the shoulder and disappeared without anyone noticing.

In the pitch-black spirit world, the figure of the silver-haired woman suddenly appeared. She was carrying two Amon in her left hand and two more in her right hand, heading towards her residence in Backlund.

"Heh, how interesting~"

Coughing twice and spitting out some water, Shi Tianshi couldn't help but sigh at the game that had just happened.

Although Amon's plan to create a clone to confuse Ron failed, and although he endured many tortures for it, his nature remained stubborn and his mouth was still as hard as ever.

It is clear that He resembles His fathers very much, almost like their own children.

"I've arranged a decent job for you; I actually mean you no harm."

The silver-haired woman brought the Amon figures in her hand together, merging them into one like a match-3 puzzle, and continued:

"I just want to correct your personality, and incidentally take away your uniqueness and two Sequence One traits!"

Is this what you call having no malicious intent?

Do you want to listen to what you're saying?

What's the difference between this and taking my life?

Even someone who is an absolute master of entertainment can't help but have a question mark pop into their head when faced with such utterly shameless words.

"Ha, to be honest, your shamelessness is something I should learn from!"

He may be bad, but he has never boasted of himself while being bad.

Snapped!

"I have many strengths, let's learn some good ones!"

As expected, it was another slap like a loving father, which made the angel king, who had not been much taught by his father, feel his father's deep love.

"Tch~"

Pushing up his monocle, the clone scoffed mockingly, then curled his lips into a smile and said hesitantly:

"Do you know my father?"

The Time Angel, who had been wandering outside, was not entirely sure. Although the records of the being before him were very vague, and he had investigated Ron's existence for many years, he could not deduce anything further without more information.

Even using the abilities of decryption scholars won't work, because the status of the "King of Angels" doesn't support deducing the existence or past life of the pillar.

"What are you saying? Aren't I your father?"

"Look, we are all omniscient, we are all wise, and we all control time and space. If I am not, then who is?"

"Hmph, let me tell you, your brother has already acknowledged me, now it's just you who's left!"

With a flash of light, Ron returned to his original boyish form, scoffed disdainfully, and pulled out facts and evidence that the Time Angel could not refute.

"Heh, you know what I mean. Even though I wear glasses, I'm not blind!"

The Time Angel first retorted loudly, quite annoyed by the blond boy's provocation. No one had ever dared to speak to Him, Amon, like that before.

"If you won't tell me, then I'll see for myself!"

boom!

The sound of the stubborn creature's eyeballs exploding was particularly jarring in the silent spirit world. The Time Angel's eyes burst open instantly, and transparent liquid mixed with bright red blood, along with the shattered monocle, splashed all around.

"Ha, now you're blind, aren't you?"

However, the blond boy remained unmoved and even began to mock him with a laugh, acting nothing like a good father.

Who are you? How can you have no empathy at all!

"Hmph, your authority is not yet fully gathered. Although you possess creation-like power, your method of creation differs from my father's!"

"You bumpkin! You actually use matter to create everything, unlike my father, who could do anything just by daydreaming!"

Even though he couldn't bear the information and knowledge he observed, Amon still found some information in it. After a slight comparison, he launched a frenzied attack.

Although His head ached, His spirit was numb, and He had permanently lost His eyes, His mouth remained unaffected.

"So He's just the creator, and I'm the maker of all creation? You know nothing!"

As expected, he received another slap across the face, making the angel grimace, but he still stubbornly refused to bow his head.

Do you want to know your father's secrets? Do you want to know where your father came from? Do you want to know about history before the First Age?

Suddenly, the blond boy pushed up his monocle and asked the question that had been nagging at the Angel of Time in an extremely seductive tone.

"think!"

Amon nodded without hesitation. He wasn't interested in the history of the previous civilization; what he cared about was what Cherokee was, what connection his father had with it, and whether this method could be used to resurrect it.

However, just as the god of deception was drawing his attention and listening expectantly to the ancient tale, the boy's childish mocking voice shattered all his illusions.

"I'm not telling you~"

You son of a bitch!

"Heh, how interesting!!!"

"I seriously doubt that those Outer Gods dislike you too, since you've been in contact with them! You're all alone, nobody cares about you, nobody helps you, and you can only entertain yourself."

The angel gritted his teeth and began to mock him with all his might, but as he spoke, his voice gradually grew softer and softer, and finally he even shut his mouth.

Silence fell over the pitch-black spirit realm. This move, which harmed the enemy by a thousand percent while damaging the enemy by eighty percent, successfully left Endless Wisdom speechless.

"What you're saying is quite different from you; actually, I'm the most popular one!"

"I won't be all alone, I won't be uncared for, I won't be left without help, and I won't have to entertain myself by myself."

"Only a born scoundrel like you would act this way. Do you deserve your status? Do you deserve the education your father gave you?"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle, his smile widening as he launched into a new round of mockery, utterly devoid of any moral compass.

I have Klein, what do you, Amon, have? A father?

Ron's voice was like a sharp knife, piercing Shi Tian's face and causing it to contort. One could clearly see tiny worms wriggling and crawling in and out of the red and white area.

The child was so angry that he was almost showing his true colors.

"Stop your supernatural powers, Elder Amon!"

Mimicking the tone of the old celestial being, and once again making a blatantly immoral mockery, the blond youth sensed that the time was right, and then changed his tone, speaking seriously:

"Actually, I know a lot about your father, especially about his background."

"so what?"

"I want to see what other nasty things this despicable thing can say," Shi Tian said coldly, wanting to see what other offensive things this scoundrel could say.

"So, I can give you a chance, kid. You don't want your father to live in the past forever, unable to come back to life, do you?"

"You're the one who said that."

These words, spoken in Ron's distinctive style, sent a shiver down the angel's spine, giving him a feeling of losing something precious.

"Hear my command, and I can reveal your father's origins and more information. But if you pay the price I demand, I will completely resurrect your father!"

"This is a fair deal. Don't question my ability! Now it's a matter of whether your special qualities are more important, or your father's life!"

Leaving behind a very difficult-to-eat pancake, Ron shook the Amon he was carrying, causing His time to rewind to before He was injured. Then His figure faded and disappeared into the spirit world.

Backlund.

67 Williams Street.

Inside Ron's luxurious mansion.

"Medici, did you miss me?"

The return of the blond boy caused the red angel's vision to go black, her body went limp, and she leaned against the wall.

Feeling that his good days were coming to an end, he frowned and smoked one cigarette after another. If no one interrupted him, he seemed capable of smoking indefinitely.

"Tsk, no!"

The cold and heartless words broke Ron's heart. He had always thought that Medici was all bark and no bite.

But I never expected her to be so sharp-tongued and kind-hearted. She truly lives up to her reputation as the King of Angels in the Hunter Path!

"Medici, you've been working too hard all by yourself, so I found you a new assistant during this trip. From now on, you just need to focus on the cooking!"

"real!?"

The woman in red widened her eyes instantly, never expecting that this guy would actually consider her feelings.

"You little ingrate, I thought you'd forgotten about it!"

The War Angel smiled sincerely. If He only had to eat three meals a day, He would have more time to search for high-sequence traits and build His own power.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

"You should thank me for my kindness. Come out, Amon, and meet your former colleagues!"

As usual, the blond boy arrogantly raised his head, hummed, and then waved.

Ah, Monk! ?

Thank you so much!!!

Upon hearing this familiar name, the Red Angel's smile froze, but before He could take any action, He saw the figure who had emerged from the spirit world push up his monocle.

"Hey, Medici, what happened? You've become a woman after all this time?"

"Have you perhaps come to a decision and decided to become the darling of the Angel Kings?"

The moment she saw the lady in red, Shi Tianshi greeted her warmly.

"Heh, little raven, you should be glad you didn't choose the witch, otherwise I would definitely be nursing you, and you should be respectfully calling me godmother now!"

However, the Red Angel's polite yet aggressive nature is equally impressive, perfectly demonstrating that she doesn't care about being transgender, and even using it to disgust the brat.

"Medici, don't embarrass yourself, cheer up! Good job, it's not too late!"

Seeing that the two guys were already on edge from the start, Ron pouted and, not wanting to miss out on trouble, shouted something from the side.

"Thank you so much for finding such a traitor!"

The woman in red spat at the blond boy in an annoyed tone and walked away without looking back.

One bear is hard enough to handle, and now another one has arrived.

Could this be the "nanny aggregation law"?

(End of this chapter)