Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 302 Steam Princess: I Really Don't Want to Win by Doing Nothing (3.2K)

"The madness of this world far exceeds my imagination..."

After muttering something inexplicable, Ron immediately abandoned the two candidates who were most likely to agree.

Since it concerned the "Primordial Creator," the blond boy did not blindly take action or rush to the door.

Besides the fact that group fights are more cost-effective, another advantage of having more people is obvious.

That means there are many who scout ahead and many who are used as stepping stones.

What if the "Primordial Creator" plays some kind of trickery? Wouldn't Ron Sothos be finished on the spot?

"Sigh, this is really difficult..."

It's indeed a difficult situation, especially since an old Celestial Venerable is lurking in the shadows, waiting for him to reveal a weakness and return to the Source Castle.

Ron got up and smoothed his long blond hair, a new plan forming in his mind.

He was not familiar with the seven gods, and not long ago he had arrogantly given them a notice that he was going to establish a kingdom, so coming to their door now would really damage his dignity as the ruler of time and space.

It was as if they were begging them.

"It seems we'll still have to rely on that little she-wolf. Historically, she's been involved in all the Seven Gods' attempts to form a united front..."

After straightening his somewhat disheveled clothes, Ron left his backyard, intending to forge Emperor Roselle's diary.

The land forsaken by God—his "omniscient and omniscient" gaze had long been cast there, monitoring the abnormal situation in real time.

Although the realm of the "True Creator" is shrouded in corruption and obscured by the authority of the corrupted, Ron Sothos can still deduce the current situation from that endless future.

The "Primordial Creator" has indeed begun to revive, but the "True Creator" is still desperately resisting.

Moreover, gathering manpower also takes a considerable amount of time.

"Hey, Ron!"

Just then, Medici's clear voice entered Ron's ears, making him feel rather uncomfortable.

The blond boy turned his head and saw a flame rise from the void, eventually transforming into the appearance of a red-haired older sister.

"I can participate, and I can persuade the giant snake to go too!"

As soon as He appeared, He hurriedly spoke, as if afraid of losing the precious opportunity before him.

Having just put aside the philosophical questions left by Ron, Medici thought of an important point.

If they don't participate, the "Lord" will surely die; if they do participate, perhaps the "Ancient Sun God" can still have a chance to return, just like last time.

"Hey, Medici, I never would have guessed that someone with your thick eyebrows and big eyes would betray their faith?"

"You're so wicked, despicable, and shameless! I never imagined you were this kind of person!"

Upon hearing this, Ron raised an eyebrow, then curled his lips into a smirk and began his usual provocative act.

What kind of talk is that?

I'm having a serious talk with you, and you're mocking me!

That familiar tone, that familiar provocative manner, and that familiar double standard and shamelessness made the Red Angel's beautiful eyes widen in surprise.

However, He immediately reacted and slammed the entire fruit platter in his hand onto Ron's face.

"You're so shameless!"

Monday morning.

[July 1st, ah. This private party also included Lady Fiana, who married into the family from Ruen. She's always been known for her conservative and reserved nature, but I never imagined her life would be so wonderful. It brought back memories of my lost youth.]

[July 4th, Zarathustra is so annoying, why does he come to my door every day? I'm going to start stealing that Antigonus family notebook. Wish me luck!]

[July 15th, ha, no one noticed. Typical me. But stealing really isn't my thing. I haven't slept well for days. Even Matilda said I'm not the same as before. No way! How can a man be looked down upon? I'm going to find a pharmacist and have him concoct some mummy powder for me!]

[On July 30th, that damn Zarathustra came again. He's so annoying! Didn't I already hand over the notes to Him? I asked Him, but He still rambled on and on, saying some nonsensical things.]

[To be honest, I always felt that He was giving His last words. He probably meant that He was going to do something important and might not come back. And that important thing seemed to be related to "becoming a god," to "Source Castle," and to the mists and fogs of history. It's really hard to understand Him.]

Why is He telling me all this? What is the Source Castle? What is the historical fog? What is the gray fog?

[Hmm, the gray mist... When I completed that sign that seemed to have caused my time travel, I also saw a fleeting glimpse of gray. Damn, does it have such keen eyesight that it knows I'm a time traveler?]

[Calm down, Roselle. You need to calm down. Excellent people shine wherever they are. It's very possible that He divined that I would be of great help to Him.]

On August 3rd, I encountered the same witch again, and I still miss her flavor. She was truly amazing.

The blond-haired boy shook the page of the notebook in his hand, instantly making it two hundred years old, turning it into a truly original piece.

If a professional were to examine this page of notes, they could only conclude that it is genuine and not a fake!

And the content inside is, in a sense, true, since no one can tell from the tone, the words, or the handwriting.

"Now, all that's left is figuring out how to get that poor wretch to see the diary naturally."

The top henchman under "The Fool" has never provided any of Russell's diaries. If he were to suddenly provide them, especially such an information-packed diary, the great detective would definitely become suspicious.

Discovering that his act of pretending to be "The Fool" had been seen by others and could lead to his social death was a minor matter; the major matter was that he was willingly impersonating Zarathustra, contrary to Ron's expectations.

There will be less fun then, and the only way to ensure things go smoothly is to confront him directly.

The roar of "Beacon of Destiny" above the gray fog long ago was not wrong; the man named Ron Sothos was a bastard!

Meanwhile, the Secret Order had already provided the name "The Fool" with endless wisdom; all that was needed was an opportunity.

As long as they believe that the Fool is Zarathustra, then these individuals will share the same anchor, provided they pray to the Source Castle!

As for whether Mr. Fool would be frightened by the sudden spread of his name, that's not a problem at all.

Is it problematic for "Mr. Destiny," as a member of the Tarot Society, to spread the faith for the "leader"?

That poor wretch will only swallow his pride and pretend to praise himself for doing a good job.

"Am I being a little too wicked?"

"Sigh~ Klein, this is all for your own good. Not everyone would go out of their way to curry favor with a powerful force!"

"I'll make it up to you tonight!"

Muttering something under his breath to soothe his guilty conscience about using Klein, the blond boy stood up and gazed at the gray-white haze over Backlund.

Just then, a polite knocking sound came from the wooden room door.

"Enter".

Ron calmly gave the order.

"Ron, the serpent has arrived. Oh, and this is your 'appetizer'!"

The Red Angel was still wearing the same men's loungewear. Ever since Ron mocked Him relentlessly yesterday, leaving Him with a philosophical question, He had become unusually quiet and seemed particularly downcast.

"Say, great Lord Sothos, please taste the dessert offered by this humble servant!"

The blond boy didn't reply, arrogantly tilting his head back, believing that life should have some sense of ritual.

The red angel was furious upon hearing this and immediately slammed the plate on the table.

Can't you see He's annoyed? The food He prepared was already good enough, and now He's making these outrageous demands!

"Get lost, eat it or don't!"

He roared loudly, but did not back down an inch as he stared straight at the blond boy who was staring straight at him.

A few seconds passed.

"You said it yourself, to become a Red Priestess you can't bow down to anyone!"

Suddenly, the Angel of War added.

Did I tell you to use it here?!

"Ah, very good, keep it up!"

Ron sighed inwardly, feeling that the death of the "Ancient Sun God" was not without reason. Look at what kind of subordinates he had.

One clone, three traitors, two filial sons, one with a bad brain, and another who seems very smart but is actually a shrew.

With this combination, you're doomed!

At that moment, Ron suddenly felt a pang of pity for the other person.

At that moment, the blond boy's eyes lost focus, and the world before him suddenly turned into a bottomless abyss of darkness.

This is a pre-programmed, hidden dream.

"You little lecher, someone has agreed to the alliance I sent out, and I have invited them to your manor."

"Him?"

The boy frowned and asked in return, seemingly not too satisfied, because the goddess of night used "He," not "them."

"That's right, just one. It seems many people don't like you!"

A hidden voice chuckled, seemingly mocking Ron for being nothing special.

"Don't forget, this was your invitation, it has nothing to do with me!"

The surroundings were dark and silent, and no one responded to the little fish's explanation.

"Medici, we have guests!"

Exiting the dream, Wujin Zhihui casually gave an order, tidied his clothes, and went down to the living room on the first floor to wait for his helper to arrive.

Before long, Ron saw the arrogant Medici leading two ladies toward him.

Neither of these two are the original entities, but rather incarnations.

One of them had a beautiful face and loose black hair. Ron could tell at a glance that she was not human, but a demon wolf.

As for the other one, she was exquisitely beautiful, like a master doll. She wore ancient clothing and a wide-brimmed hat with an extravagant brim.

The various ornaments adorning her body created a pleasant tinkling sound that perfectly masked the faint noise from the gears and mechanical bearings.

From the perspective of boundless wisdom, this is a crude robot with limited technology, but all of it is ruthless and demanding.

The strikingly different art style instantly made the blond boy realize who she was.

"Let me introduce you, Stiano. He's always very helpful."

The Goddess of the Night explained it this way.

"Ha, I think she's easy to fool."

The blond boy thought to himself.

"Hello, Mr. Ron, it's a pleasure to see you again!"

The mechanical doll greeted him indifferently, its words merely perfunctory, as if it had no interest in "human relationships."

"Hello, what should I call you?"

The boy replied briefly.

"Just call me Ms. Steiano."

The god of steam and machinery once again gave a dry, unhelpful response.

For a moment, the venue fell silent, creating an awkward atmosphere.

"The tyrant, the sun, and the three gods of wisdom do not want to come this time. Some of them did not give a reply, while others did not want to take unnecessary risks."

"The Earth Mother Goddess said she didn't want to help you, and the God of War and I have always been at odds, so he didn't reply to me at all. Therefore, only the kind-hearted Stiano has the willingness and the ability to come over."

Seeing this scene, which he had already anticipated, Amanises chuckled to himself and started the conversation about the gathering of the three gods.

(End of this chapter)