Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 300 Redemption of the Rose 2.0 (3.2K)

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, the Red Angel's provocative abilities had become so strong that even the blond boy was amazed by its efforts and progress.

"How much did you take?"

As they walked, Ron raised his head and asked curiously.

He is particularly concerned about this, but now is not a good time for it to flare up.

"Not much, only one-tenth!"

The Angel of War answered decisively, as if it were the truth from the bottom of his heart.

Ron stopped in his tracks, his golden eyes fixed on Medici's resolute gaze.

A few seconds later...

"Cough, one-fifth, really, you have to believe me!"

Ron: (_)

"one third!"

"Really, that's all I'm taking. Think about it, even if I'm trying to save money on the ingredients, they're still high-quality stuff!"

"Tch~"

The blond boy scoffed but made no move, still staring at the War Angel, waiting for Him to confess everything.

"Alright, alright, I'll take half, which is only a few tens of thousands of pounds, just enough for a few Sequence 5 bounties, or a few pirate general bounties!"

"This isn't my fault; you couldn't tell the difference yourself!"

"Putting aside the facts, don't you bear any responsibility?"

Seeing this, the Red Angel did not hide anything and confessed the entire amount of money embezzled.

To be honest, this amount of money was nothing in His eyes. After all, a mere tens of thousands of pounds, converted into the currency of the Fourth Age, would only be enough for His legion's consumption for one or two days.

Hearing these nonchalant words and seeing Medici's irritating face, Ron's lips twitched, and an inexplicable anger was stirred within him.

So you embezzled money and then blamed me in the end?!

What kind of logic is that?!

"Medici, I'm only now realizing that your provocation was gradual..."

"I'll settle this score with you later!"

"Now, come to my room, I have something to ask you!"

The blond boy tried his best to remain calm, gritting his teeth as he spoke each word.

He immediately stopped wasting time, jumped up, grabbed Medici by the collar, and in a flash, he was in his bedroom.

"Take off your clothes!"

The young man was like a landlord who forcibly took a woman from the people. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he threw the Goddess of War onto the bed and forced her in a vicious manner.

"What are you going to do..."

However, before the red-haired woman could let out a soul-piercing scream, Ron stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face.

With a crisp sound, the red angel stopped his provocation, but his eyes still showed nothing but resentment and dissatisfaction.

"I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. If you won't take it off, I'll take it off for you!"

Seeing Medici's lack of tact, Ron completely lost his patience.

A crisp snap of fingers rang out, and the sound of a stopwatch seemed to echo in the surrounding void. In the blink of an eye, everything in the room came to a standstill, and the silent black and white world descended upon the room once again.

After using the correct method of stopping time, the blond boy leaned forward and tore apart the red-haired older sister's men's loungewear.

Medici, frozen in place, was naturally unable to resist and could only let Ron touch him.

"Tsk... I didn't realize you were such a pervert..."

Suddenly, the blond boy's lips twitched as he saw the triangular women's underwear with lace trim.

Didn't you say you were going to be a real man? Why are you even wearing women's underwear?

There's a problem!!!

Ron frowned, realizing that the problem was not simple.

"When I transform into a woman, I never wear anything..."

Muttering something inexplicably, Ron's hand transformed into a knife, slicing through space and dissecting Medici's alchemical body, revealing its skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs.

He wanted to search cell by cell to avoid leaving any unnecessary problems due to negligence.

In a frozen space-time, there is no concept of the flow of time. Whether a long time has passed or a fleeting moment has passed, the blond boy finally finished his examination and found no problems.

"You didn't use your authority to influence Him?"

At this moment, in this suspended space-time, in an empty room, Ron Sothos suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

Although there was no one around to talk to, the blond boy still believed that someone could hear him.

"Oh"

"Fatty, is it possible that narcissists actually use their brains?"

However, before the "honest and simple" primordial creator could reply, the despicable will of the Celestial Venerable instantly betrayed the "true creator" who had opened the gates of the Forsaken Land for Him.

"Shut the hell up!!!"

The primordial creator roared in anger, never expecting that just as the two of them were beginning to understand each other, this mysterious lord would betray them so easily.

"Come on, you narcissist! The true creator is right there. Even if I don't say it, Fatty Ball will know. You have nowhere to run!"

"Fatball, the true creator is unique. If the narcissist really succeeds, you, lacking source matter, might not be able to defeat Him!"

"And I'm just a Zarathustra at best. Even if I truly awaken, what then? I still can't defeat you, and I still can't return to the Source Castle."

Faced with the primordial creator's angry rebuke, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun appeared smug. He praised the primordial creator while belittling himself, thus demonstrating which side posed the greatest threat.

"Use your life to buy me some time!"

He shouted, using a highly aggressive provocation to perfectly demonstrate what it means to betray someone after they've served their purpose.

Anyway, after entering the land of the forsaken gods, He had long since escaped the gaze of that fallen one. No one knew where He was. If not now, when?

"Despicable, shameless, you have no shame!!!"

The old celestial being's outrageous act infuriated the old god, who suddenly remembered that when they were still alive, the Lord of Mysteries was exactly the same as he was now, unchanged.

"snort!"

The majestic voice snorted coldly, then retreated into the corner, uttering no more words.

Since things have come to this, let's just give up for now.

"You two are truly despicable!"

Feeling the commotion in his mind, the blond boy was extremely frustrated. He gritted his teeth and began to stand on the moral high ground and point fingers.

"Come on, fatso, who was it a few months ago who said it was all about skill?"

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Venerable's will, which had already been wreaking havoc, once again launched a mocking attack, and his smug words made the blond-haired youth jump up and down in anger.

The wheel of fortune turns, and now it's His "Lord of Mysteries'" turn to shine!

"Shut your foul mouths!"

The Time-Space Dominator immediately intensified its efforts, suppressing the two bastards within its body to their absolute limit. At the same time, it did not forget the wandering demon clone, instantly eliminating the two wills within and completely taking them over.

Although without the help of these two guys, the Outer Gods might have noticed something amiss, there was no time to worry about that now, since the most crucial task had already been accomplished.

It's just a matter of discarding the donkey after it has served its purpose; His boundless wisdom is well aware of this principle.

After finishing all this and temporarily setting aside the strange phenomena of Medici wearing women's underwear and being unable to challenge others despite being a war angel, the blond boy finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If he could, Ron wouldn't want to lose this interesting servant.

He looked around, then waved his hand, stopping the flow of time.

According to Ron's guess, the true creator is probably acting very strangely now, otherwise He wouldn't always be avoiding him.

Even if the first meeting wasn't very friendly, it shouldn't be...

"What did you do to me!?"

Just then, as Ron was deep in thought, the Goddess of War suddenly leaped up, grabbed the blond boy by the collar, and lifted him up.

As his two short legs swung in mid-air, the blond boy curled his lip in disdain.

He immediately landed on both feet, his body suddenly rising higher, and with a thrust of his heavy body, he knocked Medici, who was only wearing a pair of underwear, overturned.

Those indifferent blood-red eyes, those long, fair, and smooth legs, that beautiful face that combines tenderness and determination, and those breasts that are half a size larger than the Red Angel's, all seem to be silently mocking something.

Nai-ko, I'm bigger than yours!

Medici stared blankly at everything, sitting on the ground for a long time, never expecting that this heavyweight contestant would suddenly change his sex without any prior warning.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled the sheet up to cover the woman's underwear and threatened Ron:

"If you dare tell anyone about this, you'll never eat my cooking again for the rest of your life!"

This is the Red Angel's focus; the fact that others know about her cross-dressing is an absolute bottom line that cannot be crossed.

But there's nothing that can be done about it; potions always need to be digested. So, when it's late at night and all is quiet, I can only do it secretly.

"Tch~ Such a pretentious bitch, even a witch doesn't have to wear clothes!"

Reverting to his boyish self, Ron scoffed dismissively, then turned serious and said:

"I sensed something was wrong with the 'True Creator' elsewhere. I just gave you a full body check and found no corruption rooted in your body or spirit."

"Do you have any ideas you can offer?"

"But in my opinion, you should take me to the true creator's kingdom and kill Him!"

"No!"

Upon hearing Ron's explanation of the whole story, the Red Angel, though initially confused, immediately and firmly refused without a second thought.

"Where did you get this information? The Lord is not acting strangely at all. There was nothing wrong when I spoke with Him last time!"

"If it's not the Church of the Night, then 'the Lord' must have already descended!"

Upon hearing that this terrifying creature intended to harm his beloved "Master," Medici quickly came up with a reason and offered a vehement explanation.

However, seeing the blond boy's unusual gaze, He's explanations grew softer and softer until they were reduced to muttering under his breath.

"Oh, normal?"

"Your Lord has had contact with me before, and He paid a heavy price for it."

"And 'normal' is the state that should never exist!"

The blond boy spoke calmly, stating the facts that had already been established.

"Ron, are you trying to fool me again?"

"Everything was fine, how could it have turned out like this!?"

"If the 'master' is not normal, then who was it that communicated with me through Lanius before!?"

As he spoke, Medici suddenly froze, recalling the events leading up to the fall of the "Ancient Sun God".

A chill ran down His back, His body trembled uncontrollably, and He felt an indescribable fear of the seemingly normal "true creator".

He felt this fear thousands of years ago!

"Ron, what do we do now?"

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, He looked at His new master, who had been very lenient with Him, and asked the question He cared about most.

"In the name of redemption, gather our forces!"

(End of this chapter)