Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 298 Raising a cat for a thousand days, using a cat for only one moment (3.5K)

The crimson moon was shrouded in layers of mist. As soon as the blond-haired boy stepped into this legendary land of night, he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the church in the misty town.

There, he found an aura he loathed, and a will so insane it made him want to vomit.

A faint golden light flickered in his eyes, and in an instant, Ron had finished reading through the history and past of this secluded town.

"He is cautious; the history of this place has been deceived and turned into falsehood, losing its connection to the 'present' where Zarathustra disappeared."

Ron wasn't too disappointed by this, after all, he had already prepared himself mentally.

Since "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" dared to take such action, he must have been absolutely certain that his mortal enemy would not be able to track him down; otherwise, simply stirring up trouble would be meaningless.

"I have an idea. According to you, Zarathustra is still alive and resisting the will of That One. So, could we find a way to increase His anchor, so that they can reach a balance and prevent the situation from deteriorating further?"

"This is essentially no different from what you're trying to do: stabilize Zarathustra's state so He doesn't die too quickly!"

At this moment, Amanisis said in a deep voice, "Since this is a matter of life and death, I have no choice but to carefully analyze the situation and provide some ideas to help Ron."

After all, the will of that one had just spoken of His fate through the blond boy.

That is, the first one to die!

"Hmph, you're very smart. I'm liking you more and more. You weren't scared or nervous at all when that guy threatened you."

Ron, seemingly in a good mood, made a lighthearted remark, confirming the Night Goddess's idea.

"Panic and tension are pointless and will only make things worse."

Maintaining his composure, Amanisis fell silent, unsure of what to do next.

This sudden and enormous crisis threw her into complete disarray. Miss Demon Wolf could only force herself to remain calm and continue analyzing the situation:

"To provide an anchor for Zarathustra, it must be related to Himself. According to your speculation, Ron, He wouldn't leave any loopholes in this regard. It's likely that the concept of Zarathustra has been altered, and providing an anchor in the normal way would probably be a waste of effort."

"Now He is not just Zarathustra; the prayers of believers may very well reach His ears."

"Moreover, Zarathustra is probably no longer able to respond."

In this regard, the goddess of night who destroyed Antigonus knew all too well. Putting herself in her shoes, she would have done the same if she were in that situation, cutting off all future troubles and eliminating all clues.

The situation has reached a stalemate once again, and upon closer examination, providing anchors doesn't seem like a viable solution either.

"Hmm, you're right, that's definitely Deathly Ghost's style. They're meticulous in their work and rarely leave any loopholes."

The blond boy nodded, acknowledging the intelligence of the Goddess of the Night. Miss Demon Wolf frowned at this seemingly free offer.

"Ron, think of something quickly!" He urged.

"Madam, don't be in such a hurry. I'm asking you, is Zarathustra now considered the Lord of Mysteries?"

The boy raised his head and asked with a smile.

"I guess so."

"That settles it then. Since He can be considered the Lord of Mysteries, any prayers offered to Him will surely be received!"

"They are one with one another; it's only because of the will within Zarathustra that all these problems arise. Therefore, the way and object of our prayers must be changed. We can't just directly point them at the original Zarathustra, or we'll be intercepted!"

"Design a respectful name and pray to both of them together!"

"We need a 'signal adapter' that can represent both the Lord of Mysteries and impersonate Zarathustra, so that both the Lord of Mysteries and Zarathustra can obtain the anchor simultaneously!"

"The anchor is of great help to you, but it's of no use to us!"

"Do you get me?"

With an air of arrogance, it raised its head, its golden eyes once again sweeping over that exquisitely beautiful face.

"This works?!"

The Goddess of the Night clearly hadn't expected such a shrewd move, and was mentally calculating the possibilities of what might happen.

Pray to the pillar of will within the body, using it as a bridge to bring the "anchor" to the invaded human will, so that the former drives the latter, making them inseparable, but because of the "adapter", they can indeed be separated.

It can be understood as a person having multiple personalities, but only the personality that is most dominant can hear each time someone speaks, and the role of the "interchange" is similar to a broadcast.

Praying to it means that the broadcast can be heard by people of all kinds, whether they are in a dominant or disadvantaged position.

Although it sounds incredible, it is feasible in this situation.

"If that's the case, the more the Lord of Mysteries' will devours Zaratu, the stronger the Anchor will become to Him. If He gives up devouring, it will give Zaratu some breathing room..."

Miss Wolf's dark pupils suddenly lit up, and she became increasingly convinced that this method was feasible.

"But where can we find someone who can represent both the Lord of Mysteries and Zarathustra..."

He looked puzzled, then lowered his head and met the gaze of the blond boy who was looking up at him. At that moment, both of them had someone in mind.

The Source Castle is undoubtedly the most representative thing of the Lord of Mysteries; to pray to it is to pray to the Lord of Mysteries.

This satisfies the first condition.

Although the great "Fool" controls the Source Castle, he is still a long way from representing the Lord of Mysteries.

This undoubtedly fulfills the second requirement.

Praying to the Source Castle is equivalent to praying to the Lord of Mysteries, so the Lord of Mysteries can hear you!

However, because of Klein as the connector, the prayers will not only be received by the will of the Celestials, but will also be received by Zaratu as long as Klein impersonates him.

This is a case of borrowing the status of a Heavenly Venerable, and Klein is not yet a special case of the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity.

Anchor → Source Castle → Klein = Celestial Will → Zarathustra.

This is not the same as simply praying to "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" because other people are involved, and the role of Tianzun is merely a bridge!

This is essentially speaking to one person, except that all the personalities within the body can hear it.

This is a bug!

"However, we can only temporarily make Mr. Fool more diligent in responding to prayers... If that doesn't work, we can share some lazy methods with him."

"That's right. Whether he is Zarathustra or not is unimportant, as long as others believe he is. This method is very dangerous; over time, the anchor will inevitably accelerate Zarathustra's transformation. But we can't worry about that now!"

Just as Ron finished speaking, a despicable voice came from his mind.

"Fat Ball, you're a real dog! How could you come up with such a dirty trick!"

And to discuss these things in front of me, you really don't respect me.

"Ha, that's wisdom. Stop barking like a dog. You don't really care. As long as you hide like a mouse long enough, victory is inevitable, right?"

Ron grunted, seeing through the deception and misleading nature of the Celestial Venerable's will. He dared not be careless in the slightest at this guy's show of weakness.

"Let me guess where you are right now. The chances of you being in Backlund are slim, because with me around, you definitely won't have a chance. So you must have gone to find the Monocle, Mr. Door, and the third Mysterious Waiter trait!"

"Heh, Fatty, how can you be so sure I won't do the opposite? After all, once I control the Source Castle, I won't have to go through all that trouble!"

"Dealing with that detective is simple; he'll probably become a puppet in the blink of an eye."

The Celestial Venerable's deceptive lies left the blond-haired boy speechless, because even Ron couldn't guarantee that the Celestial Venerable wouldn't do such a thing.

This feeling of being caught between a rock and a hard place always makes one feel uneasy.

"Tch~ You're just pretending, you little devil. Have you forgotten about me?"

"Even if you truly awaken, you won't dare return to the Source Castle, because once you activate it, I will inevitably detect your location. At that time, without uniqueness and without returning to the Source Castle, you will be torn to shreds, body and soul!"

"You know, my greatest strength is seizing opportunities and establishing a future!"

With a disdainful sneer, Ron immediately ignored the Celestial Venerable's will within him and decided to proceed according to his own plan.

What I just said is only a last resort. When it really comes down to that, you have to fight tooth and nail, so if you can avoid fighting, then do so.

"Are you planning to be honest with him and tell him everything?"

Seeing the blond boy staring blankly for a long time, Miss Demon Wolf asked with some hesitation.

"Why do this? To hook him, all we need to do is forge a few entries in Russell's diary. When the opportunity arises, he'll be all set to do exactly what's written in them."

"However, your name is a troublesome matter. Do you know how Zarathustra got in over two hundred years ago?"

"Although the history here has become false, the outside world hasn't. I need to go back to the past to remind Him, so that He can leave some clues and help Him complete a simplified ritual."

"Although we don't know how long the effects of the ritual will last after two hundred years, it's better to have it than nothing!"

She tugged at the skirt of the Goddess of Night once more, signaling her to hurry and take her there.

"Ron, since you know that person's purpose, don't you have a better way?"

Amanisis, still somewhat unwilling to give up, continued to ask, as if He wouldn't be able to sleep at night unless He made sure the coffin lid was firmly sealed.

"The world is so big, where am I supposed to find Him? Besides, He knows all my moves and is extremely good at hiding!"

This is a frustrating point, meaning Ron can't resort to underhanded tactics and can only search for the escaped Celestial in a straightforward manner.

He flees while you chase, and the two are "in sync," which is even more bizarre than love.

"Okay, thank you, Ron."

The gentle female voice paused for a moment before finally hesitantly offering a thank you.

Why do you say that?

Ron asked in surprise.

"Although our goals are different, you were indeed saving my life. Isn't it only right to say something worthless?"

Amanisis breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing about Ron's countermeasures and realizing that the guy was somewhat reliable.

At the same time, He resumed His smiling demeanor, bent down to pinch the blond boy's cheek, making it seem as if He was only there for a cold, transactional purpose.

"Hmph, then we're even. You didn't resurrect Him, so even if you did save me, you still saved me!"

"But you're really realistic. Nobody likes someone who's insidious, ruthless, and also has sophisticated egoism!"

"A woman as cunning as you will never get married!"

Ron's merciless remark made Amanisis freeze, and then all expression disappeared from his face.

"Come with me!"

The Goddess of Night stood up, spoke coldly, and strode ahead without turning her head.

"Oh? How petty! It's just telling the truth."

"Wait for me!"

Seeing Miss Wolf's strides getting bigger and bigger, the blond boy quickly scrambled his short legs to catch up, wondering what was wrong with this woman this time.

Weren't you perfectly fine when you were making fun of Him before?

"Your Highness Ron, I must add something: if you like Red Moon, then you'll likely find it difficult to achieve the desired result with just your words."

"No, it should be said that no lady would like an arrogant, self-centered, and utterly inconsiderate nobody!"

Halfway there, the Goddess of the Night looked at Ron with the eyes of someone looking at scum, and said in a cold, mocking voice as if she couldn't help but sneer.

(End of this chapter)