Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 299 Just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't know! (3K)

A land forsaken by God.

Afternoon town.

"Mongrel."

"Leave all of this to me! Leave it to me!!!"

"I will grant you all your wishes. I can even resurrect you and make you an immortal mythical creature."

The darkness was boundless, with blazing white lightning bolts streaking down from the sky, releasing a blinding, ghastly white light.

Inside the collapsed and dilapidated house, which looked like the remains of a giant, a strange blood-red coffin trembled incessantly, and the mysterious patterns on its surface, which resembled layers of thorns, kept flashing.

It disappears and reappears intermittently, as if some things that were previously suppressed by it have gained power in a strange way and successfully achieved a fragile balance with the will of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun".

"you"

Suddenly, the "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun," who was doing his best to maintain his vitality, heard a faint sound coming from the depths of his own will.

"What do you mean 'you'? Stop resisting! Are you really willing to be used as a tool?"

He continued to break down Zarathustra's psychological defenses, trying to silence this utterly unreasonable "mysterious servant" who had completed the ritual in the past.

"You"

The faint voice continued to come, and it wasn't until several tens of seconds later that the next sentence reached the ears of the Celestial Venerable's will.

"Never keeps their promises, shameless..."

"."

You son of a bitch!

The old celestial being fell silent for a moment.

He couldn't imagine what bad things Ron Sothos had said about Him in the past, so that this nearly dormant will, having just regained the strength to resist, began to curse Him.

He vowed that if there were a chance to be resurrected, He, the "Lord of Mysteries," would turn all good people into His puppets.

In this way, breaking promises will be praised as the highest virtue!

"I wish for an increase in divinity and a decrease in humanity in this place!"

Finally, the "Lord of Mysteries" seized the opportunity and suppressed the first wave of counterattack, using his own status to forcibly grant a wish.

The power of desire descended silently, making the words of the great being a reality, and further reducing the probability of a successful counterattack by Zarathustra's spiritual imprint.

"Damn it, I can sense the Source Castle now!"

"But that fat ball is definitely watching there. If it catches me, I'm afraid I'll have to become extraordinary again!"

"Damn it!!! Damn it!!! We have to get rid of that eyesore of a fat hog!!!"

The Heavenly Venerable was furious, but knowing the situation, he could only rage helplessly.

Yuanbao's "sexual pleasure under the crotch" was unacceptable to Him.

He cannot accept not being able to go home, and also cannot accept others throwing "parties" on his baby's house!

In this critical moment, at this crucial juncture, His mysterious Lord was actually wary of the aggressor's strength and could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.

In the parlance of the last era, a thick layer of greenery had grown on His head.

This is different from the previous situation where there was nothing that could be done. If it weren't for the fear of the "Time and Space Dominator," He would have already returned to the stable state of the Source Castle and forcibly merged!

However, returning will take time, and since his mortal enemy has climbed the Source Castle so many times, even the Lord of Mysteries could imagine what disgusting things Ron had left behind on it.

"Go find a dragon of the soul."

The intermittent decrees were once again conveyed to the ears of the Heavenly Venerable's favored ones, but this time they were much clearer than before.

Taking advantage of this brief moment of clarity, the "Lord of Mysteries" did not blindly ascend the Source Castle to avoid encountering any mishaps and thus losing this hard-won opportunity.

At this stage, the most important thing is to integrate wills, stabilize the state, and be able to act freely.

Finding a dragon to become a marionette, thereby disrupting Zarathustra's subconscious ocean, would not only greatly aid His resurrection but could also thwart the upcoming "anchor."

He, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun," is not a fool; he could have foreseen this flaw.

"I need to reach a tacit understanding with that guy, Dragon."

"What are you looking at? You've been standing here for over ten minutes!"

On the peak of Mount Honnakis, the blond-haired boy smoothed his hair, which had been ruffled by the cold wind, and stared intently at the grayish-white mist at the very top of the spirit realm.

He ignored Miss Wolf's words until another ten minutes or so passed before Ron lowered his head and murmured:

"He didn't take the bait, which proves that His recovery is quite significant and that He certainly has many countermeasures in place."

Things have gotten complicated.

The fact that the Celestial Venerable did not directly return to the Source Castle in a desperate act proves that the Celestial Venerable's will within Zaratu is much more activated than Ron had anticipated.

"It wasn't that easy after all. I'll keep a close eye on Source Castle from now on, just in case anything goes wrong."

With a slight movement in his golden eyes, Ron looked at Amanisis behind him and, as if in response or deep thought, described the next steps.

"Now, the most important thing is to find His trail, Amanises. Where do you think He could be now?"

With his gaze unwavering, the blond-haired youth asked calmly.

"The land forsaken by God!"

"Not only does it contain Amon, but it also possesses a 'Mysterious Servant' trait deployed by the Source Castle, and it borders the Western Continent, which is extremely advantageous to Him!"

The goddess of the night answered decisively, and her answer surprised the blond boy.

He knew exactly where the Forsaken Land was, but according to Medici, the true creator resided there, and the entire continent was sealed away by corrupted forces.

If there is any unusual activity, the "True Creator" will surely remind Him, as only in this way can it be consistent with His previous act of sending His subordinates to express goodwill.

Suddenly, after glancing at the Primal Will, which had been behaving very well and calmly lately, Ron had a bad feeling.

If even a semi-out-of-control Zarathustra could be influenced by the will of the Celestial Being and thus secretly escape, what about the "True Creator," who is not much better than Him?

This guess sent a chill down Ron's spine, and his mind went completely blank for a moment.

The behavior of the true Creator is perfectly normal!

So normal that Ron even forgot about His existence.

What are your thoughts on this true Creator?

The boy tugged at Miss Wolf's dress again, and between the opening and closing of her slightly bloodless lips, it seemed as if terrifying curses and delirious murmurs were emanating from within.

"How else can you watch it? Stand up and watch it, of course."

Amanises, who had lost some of her goddess-like majesty, first thought to herself, then, as if realizing something, immediately exclaimed:

"Don't tell me that the will of that person still resides within you?"

Although the goddess of night spoke very vaguely, at this moment, the boy naturally understood which one she was referring to.

Ron could only smile apologetically, indicating that Ron had guessed correctly.

"Figlio de puttana!!!"

(You son of a bitch!!!)

Backlund.

Inside Ron's luxurious mansion.

"This isn't clean enough; you need to clean it again!"

Medici was still the same as always, dressed in loose men's loungewear, holding a fruit platter in his hand, enjoying himself while watching the Amons busy themselves around the manor.

"Remember my standards: not a speck of dust!"

He immediately added a sentence, which made the eyelids of this Amon clone twitch in anger.

"This is a garden!"

The angel argued forcefully based on reason.

"Ha, so what? If you don't meet your quota, you'll be the fireplace's smokeless coal tonight!"

With a mocking smile, the Red Angel spat smugly, thoroughly enjoying the pleasant time of disciplining Amon.

However, this joyful time of history repeating itself was always very short-lived. Before the War Angel could finish enjoying his fruit, a young boy's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Medici, have you been praying to the true Creator lately?"

The sudden sound startled the red angel, and its contents terrified Him. The fruit plate slipped from His hand and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

"Why did He ask that? What is His purpose? Does He know I 'embezzled' grocery money to support the Aurora Club?!"

Faced with the question from the person in question, the Red Angel's guilty conscience was inevitable.

"Ahem, Ron, I must apologize. I secretly hid some money for groceries and used it to pay for Urolius to have his head checked!"

"You know, He's had an intellectual disability since childhood. To use Rosell's words, 'a fool's luck'—His good fortune is all bought with his intelligence!"

In the blink of an eye, Medici had found a reason and pulled out an impeccable shield.

Ron was taken aback by His smooth-talking excuse, and then a look of displeasure appeared on his face.

"Stop joking, Medici. How much does it cost to get a brain checked?"

"You must have prayed to the true Creator, right?"

"Stop pretending, just because I don't say anything doesn't mean I don't know!"

Faced with the disloyal servant's embezzlement, the blond youth waved his hand dismissively, his generosity completely unlike his previous demeanor.

This is not to say that Ron was stingy with money, but rather that he so easily let off the hook when his servants embezzled!

This unusual behavior made the red angel even more uneasy. In that instant, His face turned ashen, realizing that His lie had probably been seen through.

"Why is He being so generous... It's like He's become a completely different person... Could it be that He noticed something from the Aurora Society and has finally turned his suspicions towards me!?"

"He is testing me!"

The Goddess of War hesitated, wanting to lie but also wary of the young man's strength and status, fearing that she might be discovered if she did something wrong.

In the end, He gritted His teeth and, adhering to the idea of ​​halving the cost of honesty, solemnly said:

"I'm sorry, Ron. I shouldn't have bought cheap, stale vegetables and meat to make your strongly flavored dishes."

"I shouldn't have bought expired desserts and added too much sugar to them."

"I shouldn't have substituted regular red wine for bottled Olmir either."

"I shouldn't have mixed alcohol with water to impersonate Jin Langqi."

"I"

"That's enough, stop talking and come to my room now!"

Just as Medici was about to continue speaking, Ron's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He immediately interrupted the Red Angel's "provocation" and grabbed the other's hand, heading towards his bedroom.

(End of this chapter)