Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 309 There are risks in gossiping; proceed with caution when it comes to rumors (3.2K)

"The Earth Mother, Omibella, wife of the Giant King Ormir, not only bore two sons but was also a grumpy old woman!"

Ron opened the box first and found two women who left a deep impression on him. The former was someone he had the most contact with and was relatively familiar with, while the latter was someone he simply disliked.

However, just as he was about to continue speaking, he suddenly noticed the strange behavior of the Tarot Club members and asked with some confusion:

"Why do you all have that look on your faces? It's common sense, isn't it? I went to another party, and everyone there knows that!"

Look at you all, so naive and unsophisticated! If I said I could punch seven gods and stomp on fools, would your eyes pop out of your sockets?

The blond boy curled his lip and looked at these "short-sighted" guys with the eyes of someone looking at country bumpkins.

It's one thing for them to be hungry and waiting for him to feed them, but why are you making such a fuss over hearing some secrets that others don't know?

This is outrageous!

"Uh, Mr. 'Fate,' this is no longer common sense."

At this moment, Fors Wall, who was not used to Tarot gatherings and was feeling a bit frantic, weakly raised her hand. Her voice was so soft that it sounded so lacking in confidence.

He actually recited the true name of the true God, and their past!

Steam above, God! If I keep listening, will I be blocked at the door by the Extraordinary Squad of the Church of the Seven Gods as soon as I return to the real world? No, in Rune, it should be the Extraordinary Squad of the Church of the Three Gods. But what difference does it make?!

I couldn't resist any of them. I should thank her for being diligent, because she wasn't home during the day, so she was sure she could escape.

"The Magician" Fors thought pessimistically, feeling that his new life, which had just begun after the full moon ramblings, was already facing a fateful ending.

The reason for this was simply because she knew too much.

The new member's complaints reflected the sentiments of everyone in the Tarot Club. Although they were surprised, they could still understand.

That's how big shots are; those who know, know.

Mr. Ron, really. That gathering He mentioned, could it be a gathering of angels? No wonder he said these things are common sense, though that's only true for Him. Audrey, you need to work harder. When you can treat these things as "common sense," you'll definitely have the power to protect your family.

"Mr. Fate, in fact, these hidden pieces of knowledge are rarely mentioned, even in, well, even in ordinary gatherings of extraordinary individuals."

"Justice," Audrey forced a smile, trying to cover up her less-than-elegant behavior with words, but the more she spoke, the more guilty she felt, and the stronger her "country bumpkin" aura became.

In the end, the "mind reader" also fell silent.

Because Ron's description of the "Goddess of Night" and the "Earth Mother" completely overturned her worldview.

Given the other party's status and strength, there is absolutely no need for them to fabricate absurd stories.

Mr. Fool didn't say it was wrong. Sigh... how can I put it? I can't really offer a judgment on whether it's right or wrong.

She stole a glance at the still motionless, leisurely "Fool" who seemed to know nothing, and Audrey Hall puffed out her cheeks, muttering to herself.

"Sequence Zero?"

Just then, Alger, the "Hanged Man," spoke up in surprise, seemingly trying to glean more information.

He had some understanding of the secrets of the top layer of the sequence, and it was only when he heard this term that he suddenly realized it, but this was just his speculation and still needed to be confirmed.

"That's right, Sequence Zero, that's the rank of the true god. If you want to properly study mystical knowledge, then Sequence Zero is an essential component."

"Many of the secrets of the extraordinary path are arranged downwards from the apex of the sequence."

Therefore, desecrating the stone slab is called blasphemy.

Mr. Fool, who believed neither in God nor in a savior, then silently added to himself.

To be honest, what Ron just said also gave him a chill, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was just that.

It's not even as good as Fregra, the real name of the "Destruction Wolf" that the boy just revealed!

This was the illusory murmur he heard when he drank the potion to advance, but he never expected that this murmur would actually be the real name of an ancient god.

After I transmigrated, I joined the Night Watch squad, and the goddess's authority clearly comes from this ancient god. Is this a coincidence or...?

Collecting his thoughts and keeping the matter in mind, Klein maintained a leisurely posture, waiting for Ron to continue explaining the "gossip" about the true god.

"The God of War, Badhre, killed his father, the Giant King Olmir, and thus 'devoured' his father's authority!"

Upon seeing the cowardly appearance of the Tarot Club members, which resembled "The Fool," the blond youth chuckled, his mind churning with wicked intent, and began to recount a terrifying and horrifying secret history in an extremely evil tone.

His evil voice pierced everyone's ears, causing the Tarot Club members who heard it to tremble all over, wishing they could cover their ears and eyes, not wanting to hear this ultimate "juicy gossip" that could endanger their lives.

Although these cowardly fellows were frightened and uncertain, perhaps because this was Mr. Fool's kingdom, or perhaps because these "big juicy stories" concerning the true God were too tempting, not one of them stopped Ron's blasphemous behavior. Instead, they all sat upright, like students at a church Sunday school.

What?! She killed her own father?! Even novels wouldn't dare write something like that.

To be honest, Fors really wanted to interrupt this "distorted" myth, but she couldn't help but glance at Mr. Fool, who sat at the head of the long bronze table.

There shouldn't be any problem. Mr. Fool remained as calm as ever, indicating that these were not major issues at all. After all, this being could even block out the owner of the Full Moon's Talk, let alone these hidden historical facts.

The writer breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease, and had great confidence in the owner of this place.

No way. You're really my little devil! Stop talking, the Seven Gods will be coming to our door soon.

Klein could only manage a wry smile at this knowledge-sharing session that was no longer under his control, and began to ponder where the best feng shui was in Backlund.

Having such an angel as a subordinate has both advantages and disadvantages, making it truly difficult to guard against.

"Stanno, the god of steam and machinery, this is a lady, and she is very lucky!"

Ron then introduced the situation seriously, saying that he still held great goodwill towards this true god.

Although this former master craftsman lacked creativity, he loved learning.

"So, we've only introduced four 'Mr. Destiny' figures so far. What about the remaining three?"

At this moment, seeing Ron pause, "The Sun" Derrick asked.

He never expected that the true gods in the outside world would have intricate connections with the ancient gods. Apart from the "God of Steam and Machinery", the other three could very likely be found in the records of Silver City!

As for the "gossip" just now, Derrick was curious but didn't take it too seriously, because the ancient gods recorded in the Silver City's books were far more insane, evil, and cruel than the true gods Ron had mentioned!

There is no such thing as a God who loves the world; it's just that others in the same profession make people look good.

"Hehehe, as for the remaining three, are you sure you want to hear them?"

Seeing this, Ron's urge to show off his knowledge kicked in again. He chuckled strangely, like one of the villains in Russell's stories.

The laughter made the Tarot Club members both curious and a little scared. They looked at each other, none of them daring to make a sound first.

"Eternal Sun, Ocycus!"

"Herabergen, God of Knowledge and Wisdom!"

"And the 'Lord of the Storm'."

"Leodorus!"

"They were the angel kings who followed the 'omniscient and omnipotent God' in the Second Era, but in the end they betrayed Him, devoured the authority of that being, and thus ascended to the throne of Sequence Zero!"

The blond boy's voice grew louder and louder, until finally he opened his arms wide, a smirk playing on his lips, as if to say, "My cabbages, are you surprised? Are you excited?"

Once a person's worldview is shattered, it becomes much easier for them to accept new things.

Ron's previous foreshadowing played a significant role. Although "Justice," "The Hanged Man," "The Sun," "The World," and "The Magician" had wide eyes, solemn expressions, and their thoughts were churning like bubbles in a misty champagne bottle, no one questioned it.

Alger Wilson's mind was about to explode. Although he had distanced himself from the Lord of Storms, although he had repeatedly betrayed church intelligence, and although he had secretly advanced in rank without the church's knowledge, he still considered himself a qualified believer in Storms.

But upon hearing this, he still felt that he was blaspheming God.

This is not fear of death, but reverence for the gods!

It seems... I can be considered somewhat loyal...

With a sigh, "The Hanged Man" forced himself to regain his composure and began to discern whether Ron's words were true or false.

Because it was so absurd, so absurd that he couldn't believe it.

In an instant, the entire gray fog fell into a deathly silence.

The Lord is dead... His authority has been devoured... No matter how many ceremonies are performed, He will never return... Is this the truth of the Dark Land, that the Lord was betrayed and abandoned here...?

Derrick Berg was very depressed. In his naivety, he did not doubt whether Ron's words were true or not; all he felt was the sorrow that had settled in the hearts of everyone in Silver City for thousands of years.

Although he had vaguely guessed during the previous tarot readings that the Lord would not return, the reason of "guessing" still gave him a glimmer of hope.

Silver City must rely on itself. Yes, I want to become the sun, and we have hope. As long as we can find the way to the sea, I will study hard when I get back and go to the round tower to find the records of the sea!

Suddenly, "The Sun" Derrick remembered the grief of stabbing his parents to death with his own hands, and his initial goal in joining the Tarot Club.

Is this for real? Is this something a Sequence 7 could possibly understand? But what that kid said is really exciting. It has a kind of eerie beauty, a twisted version of history and mythology.

Mr. Fool's palms were sweating as he silently complained to himself to ease his tension, while secretly remaining vigilant, worried that the person in question would come knocking on his door.

"Alright, it's no big deal. I wasn't like you guys when other people told me these things."

Finally, Ron added a comment, bringing the discussion to a close.

(End of this chapter)