Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 303 There are still experts! (3K)

"Could you manufacture hundreds of nuclear bombs and drop them on the Forsaken Land?"

"Can you create a perfectly smooth water droplet that can penetrate the entire Eastern Continent?"

"Could you build hundreds of dark matter cannons to melt away the entire Forsaken Land?"

Faced with these three strange questions, Stiano frowned, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

These "good" questions are clearly beyond the capabilities of His steam engine, whose highest level of technology is only "boiling water".

For a moment, He felt as if the person opposite Him was the "God of Steam and Machinery," and that He was just a skinny little monkey burning a broken boiler.

Although the Goddess of Night possessed knowledge from the previous civilization, what Ron said was beyond her comprehension. She fell silent for a moment, secretly chuckling to herself.

"Your Highness Ron, but this will not affect our plans!"

Seeing that the blond boy was about to continue talking, He quickly changed the subject, successfully stopping the boy's curiosity.

"Alright, Amanisis, can you handle the Source Matter or the Chaos Sea?"

The blond boy spread his hands and asked.

"Let's discuss the nuclear issue instead."

The living room fell silent; no one spoke again.

The current situation is clear: no one wants to be the first to stick their neck out.

Ron's idea was simple: the "true creator" was still in His divine kingdom and showed no signs of fleeing or hiding, which undoubtedly said something.

First, the "true creator" is still resisting, preventing the revived "original" from acting.

Secondly, this is a trap He set. With just a certain amount of Chaos Sea, Ron will be "controlled" in place and forced to fight for his body.

Without Ron's obstruction, the two arch-enemies would definitely have an opportunity to reclaim their own Source Essence.

If he merely hovers outside without going in, then the trap will lose its effect on him.

However, this raises another question: who will deal with the "true creator"?

As Ron had envisioned, it would naturally be a group attack by the seven gods, with himself acting as a backup to deal with any unexpected events.

However, ideals are beautiful, but reality is harsh; the easy path is not so easy to succeed on.

Now, only two true gods can help him.

How can someone who doesn't even dare to directly confront the source matter of itself possibly contend with the power of the Chaos Sea?

"Actually, we have a helper, but only you can find it."

At this moment, Miss Wolf seemed to remember something, and she manipulated the puppet to stiffly curl the corners of its mouth, revealing a strange smile.

"0-05, the Wishing Lamp. We have never obtained it, but its hardness is such that even a true god cannot destroy it. It definitely possesses power beyond the sequence."

"I don't know its specific origins or details, but its genie is very special, and you might know a thing or two about it."

As soon as those gentle words fell, the beautiful lady stiffened and turned to look at the blond boy, offering him ideas while trying to uncover more secrets.

"Oh, it's that unlucky guy!"

The blond boy suddenly realized, let out a surprised hum, his golden eyes widened slightly, and an idea instantly formed in his mind.

"What's so special about this level zero sealed artifact?"

A somewhat mechanical, synthesized tone followed up by a question expressing great curiosity about the specific term "unlucky guy."

No, it should be said that Stiano was very curious about Ron, because Ron's erudition and knowledge constantly attracted him, and he wanted to know more and learn more.

"Hmph, you should be familiar with Outer Gods, and what's sealed in that pot is the will of one of them, scientifically known as the Child of Chaos!"

"As for why He's considered unlucky, it's because, aside from those ancient beings who died, He was the only one whose characteristics, essence, and will were gathered onto this planet!"

"And He came of His own volition!"

Can you imagine that scene?

"Hahaha, even a curly-haired baboon isn't as stupid as him!"

As the blond boy spoke, he unusually lost his composure and burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over, as if he had recalled a funny incident he would never forget.

"So He was the Child of Chaos. No wonder this ancient being disappeared for so long. Apart from some secret knowledge that was recorded, no one else has seen it."

"Do you think He can be of help to us now? Will He help us?"

The Goddess of Night and the God of Steam and Machinery exchanged a glance, never expecting that 0-05 would have such a secret.

"Yes, absolutely! He can completely solve our problems. Believe me, no one is easier to persuade than Him!"

Ron shook his head like a chick pecking at rice, feeling a little more relaxed.

"However, based on my observations, we only have two weeks at most. Within these two weeks, we must find that pot—no, I mean the wishing lamp!"

Do you have any leads?

Without hesitation, the blond youth acted swiftly, determined to find the Child of Chaos first.

Whether the other party will help you or not depends on their character.

Unfortunately, although Ron Sothos's character was not good, it was all thanks to the contrast with his peers.

What a wonderful thing this is!

"0-05 was once obtained by Russell Gustav. After His death, neither the Steam Church nor the Eternal Sun Church obtained this sealed artifact."

"It will most likely be inherited by Rosell's eldest daughter, Bernadette Gustave!"

Stiano was all too familiar with the messy affairs of the Roselle family, and the bionic android's expressions and demeanor were quite well done, with its thoughtful expression being just right.

"Where can I find Bernadette?"

"We can't exactly post a missing person notice, can we?"

Having dabbled in many of Russell's diaries, Ron was naturally familiar with the name Bernadette. According to Zarathustra's divination, this lady had probably become a big figure in the mystical world.

"Perhaps she has become an angel? Or perhaps the queen of angels?"

This is how Ron understands "big shots".

"As far as I know, this eldest daughter of Roselle founded the Dawn of Elements, which was opposed to the Morse Penitentiary."

The god of steam and machinery provided a clue to follow, but He didn't know much more.

After all, checking on Russell's descendants every few decades is already more than enough.

"This is a clue."

The blond boy nodded, indicating that he was aware of the matter, and then continued to ask:

"Ms. Stiano, I'm curious why you've come to help me. To be honest, this has nothing to do with you, and you can completely stay out of it."

This question caused the android to shift its posture, resulting in a series of crisp sounds from the ornaments on its body.

"I happened to have nothing to do, so I just stopped by to take a look."

The robotic doll scratched its head, its embarrassed expression perfectly capturing the character's personality.

Seeing that the Sequence Zero who had lent a helping hand at a crucial moment was unwilling to tell the truth, Ron had no intention of asking further. He took a deep breath and habitually started making empty promises.

"If you can get this done, I will reward you!"

"Believe me, this is an absolutely fair deal!"

……

15 Minsk Street.

Inside the Great Detective's townhouse.

"This brass whistle looks a lot like Mr. Azik's; it must be related to the Cult of Death and Spirits... I can almost see a huge pile of gold pounds flying towards me!"

Klein Moretti, now a "magician," was smugly marveling at his newfound fame in his bedroom.

He was holding a copper whistle and a white feather stained with oil in his hand.

He received these two items last night from a mystical novice who worshipped death.

In order to maintain high-quality service and to live up to the little brat's commission, he wrote a letter to Mr. Azik to inquire and even went up to the Gray Fog to divine, where he saw a mysterious upside-down mausoleum and coffins filled with white feathers.

The upside-down mausoleum, whether in the Quaternary or the Fifth Age, symbolized the belief in the god of death.

A man-made Grim Reaper? ...Can gods be created artificially? If Mr. Azik hadn't mentioned it in his letter, I probably wouldn't have understood what the divination was all about... It seems even diviners have limitations...

The detective put the newly acquired bronze whistle and the accompanying feather into the iron cigarette case, stretched, and decided to be more diligent and deliver the items the little brat needed as soon as possible.

Because he has been quite busy lately, he doesn't have much free time.

Having established himself in Backlund, Klein's detective career was finally on track.

There's a tarot session this afternoon... and I need to go to the Harvest Church tonight to ask about the origins of the Master Key... Repard's bicycle patent application is complete, but I need to find investors... The Backlund serial killer case is still unsolved; I still don't understand the devil enough...

Oh, and on Tuesday, there's a Roselle memorial exhibition at the Steam Church... I wonder if there are any new diaries there...

After mentally reviewing the itinerary, Klein grabbed his top hat, tidied his clothes, hired a carriage, and headed to Ron's manor.

In Backlund in August, the sunlight shines through layers of obstructions, pale and blinding, filled with the cheapness of industrial products.

After spending several sums to rent a carriage, Klein arrived at his destination.

He sighed at the blond boy's extravagance and wealth as usual, then quickly walked to the door and rang the doorbell twice.

A few seconds later, a crack appeared in the villa door from the inside, and a scrutinizing gaze came from within.

"Why are you here again?"

Medici asked in a somewhat reluctant tone.

The timing of this guy's arrival was really inopportune. At that moment, a conspiracy was taking place in the living room on the first floor. By coming in like this and knocking on the door, it seemed like he didn't respect anyone present at all.

Madam...you weren't like this last time...have you forgotten when you drank with me...a woman's heart is unfathomable...

Thinking to himself, Klein removed his hat, bowed, and then explained:

"I have something Ron needs. Has He returned to Backlund from the Southern Continent?"

(End of this chapter)