Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 312 My Father is a Time-Space Dominator (3.6K)

Sequence 8, Stealth Master.

Materials: None.

Ascension Ritual: Perform a ritual before the Time-Space Dominator and complete an undetected infiltration.

Extraordinary Abilities: Significantly enhanced physical attributes, along with an almost intuitive grasp of the enemy's perception and line of sight. When the extraordinary individual is behind cover or in the shadows, no one can detect them; this is undetectability in a mystical sense.

Papercraft skills have improved, resulting in more realistic creations, with increased production volume and higher fidelity.

Sequence Seven, the Magician.

Materials: None.

Ascension Ritual: Perform a ritual before the Time-Space Ruler and be proficient in three or more mystical spells.

Extraordinary Abilities: Spirituality and learning ability will be greatly enhanced, and you will master many mystical spells, possessing the ability to cast spells quickly. The more you learn, the stronger your abilities will become.

During this stage, the power of the extraordinary will increase slightly. Origami skills can be used to fold specific spell models to store pre-set magic. Shadow stealth will become spatial hiding, allowing the extraordinary to hide in spaces that are undetectable to ordinary people anytime and anywhere.

On the brand-new sheepskin were three extremely strange sequences, which were beyond Klein's common sense and beyond his knowledge of the mysticism.

How can one acquire extraordinary abilities without extraordinary characteristics? This is neither scientific nor mystical!

"Is all of this real!?"

The great detective stared in disbelief and asked.

If this extraordinary ability is real, it would save so much money! You could just fold paper!

"Mr. Sherlock, look."

Faced with this questioning, Hilde did not explain, but simply smiled and pulled out a specially made piece of paper with intricate layers from under her skirt.

Her fingers were incredibly nimble; in no time, she had transformed the pre-made origami into a revolver.

The jagged edges and metallic texture together create an invisible deterrent force.

"Bang!"

Hilde pulled the trigger, sparks flew across the church floor, and a crater was pierced by the paper bullet, its power no less than that of a real revolver.

"Actually, you can use it for other things, like this."

As soon as the bishop finished speaking, she pulled a piece of white paper from her pocket. Her long, nimble fingers moved so fast that they left afterimages. In the blink of an eye, the white paper transformed into a curved knife.

She glanced at the great detective, who looked astonished as a country bumpkin, and smiled as she handed the origami to Klein, along with a detailed explanation.

"At Sequence Nine, we can replicate most items, but we cannot replicate talismans or materials that involve mysticism."

"Although this extraordinary ability doesn't have much offensive power, it's convenient and practical, and can be helpful in any situation, such as when you go out and forget your keys."

Picking up the folded paper-like curved knife, and weighing it in his hand—which was clearly not made of white paper—Klein confirmed that this knife was no different from a real curved knife.

Is it afraid of fire?

He realized a crucial problem.

Have you ever seen paper that isn't afraid of fire? It has some resistance to flames and water, but not much.

Despite the seemingly idiotic question, the bishop remained patient in her response.

"Can I make a high-pressure steam rifle using origami?"

Klein continued to ask, "If it's really possible, then the extraordinary beings in this sequence are ridiculously strong. Just by looking the same, without considering the internal structure, they can unleash the power of imitation creation. This is even more powerful than him, a magician!"

"Mr. Sherlock, you are not yet an Extraordinary being in this sequence, so you don't understand it enough. 'Crafty' beings consume their spiritual energy when folding paper, and complex creations like high-pressure steam rifles will definitely consume a lot. You might only be halfway through folding it."

Hilde watched as the great detective gave a detailed explanation, but then she fell silent, because she had just remembered that the strange man in front of her was an extraordinary being.

"Perhaps you can give it a try, but paper can't compare to specially made steel, and it's very likely that it won't withstand the immense pressure after just two or three shots."

She remained silent for a moment, then gave a cautious reply.

"This extraordinary path is a gift from God. God's grace will repel the extraordinary characteristics within you. An excess of it may even change your body, giving you extra parts or something, but this is not a big problem. As long as you complete the ritual seriously, there will be no danger."

"Would you like to try it? Please believe me, we mean you no harm!"

I certainly meant no harm. If I had, you would have used me to demonstrate your extraordinary abilities.

Klein silently weighed the pros and cons.

"What if I choose not to accept?" he asked tentatively.

"Then you will never know the truth, nor the origin of the master of 'Source Castle'."

Faced with this expected rejection, Klein Moretti remained silent; clearly, getting something for nothing was not an option in this kind of situation.

"Bishop Hilde, I'll go to the restroom first and then get back to you."

After a while, Mr. Fool decided it would be better to do some divination to determine the risks. The only problem now was whether he would encounter an insurmountable danger if he really accepted the so-called blessing.

After avenging himself on Lanius, returning home became his most important goal.

However, he was unwilling to give up when faced with the "Time and Space Ruler" who might know a lot.

After straightening his clothes, Klein stepped out of the Church of Glory and walked along the street to the Church of Harvest, which was a hundred meters away. He then shamelessly asked Father Utravsky to use the restroom.

Divination inside the Church of Radiance is likely to be seen by the "Time and Space Dominator" who is watching, but in the Church of the Earth Mother, one of the seven major churches, the other party will definitely be more restrained.

That's what you call professional!

Klein uttered a sentence, then took four steps backward and entered the gray fog.

Time passed second by second, and the red moon hung high in the night sky.

About ten minutes later, the great detective, looking utterly exhausted, pushed open the church door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the church, he leaned on a chair, as if he had done some extremely strenuous exercise.

"Is it really necessary? It's just a fortune telling, why are you being so petty!"

He gritted his teeth and muttered something while staring at the holy emblem inside the church, filled with resentment towards this petty god.

Above the gray fog, he repeatedly confirmed that what Bishop Hilde had said was correct, and that he had not lied or deceived anyone.

If he accepts the gift, he will certainly face danger, but the danger is not great and is within the scope of what he can handle.

After confirming this, Klein began to divine the "Time and Space Ruler," but his divination was met with an unprecedented backlash.

Logically speaking, failure is inevitable when there is insufficient information, but at the time Klein was just trying it out.

But to his surprise, the other party seemed to have been prepared all along. As soon as the divination established a connection, they ruthlessly ravaged Mr. Fool, who was high above the gray fog, without giving him any time to react.

"Bishop Hilde, I agree to your terms."

After catching his breath and regaining some strength, Klein chose to accept the deal.

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub," and he was willing to take these risks in order to return home.

"Excellent, Mr. Sherlock, that's a wise move!"

"I will now give you the method of performing the ceremony and the prayers, so that you can receive God's blessings at any time."

"Thank you for your help, Bishop Hilde."

Faced with the bishop's enthusiasm, Klein responded politely. He watched as she hurriedly ran to the underground entrance of the church and took out another parchment scroll from inside.

"Here you go, I have a backup if you lose it."

Klein politely accepted it, opened the scroll and glanced at it, his face immediately losing all expression.

The prayer on the scroll was written neatly:

My Father in Heaven

"Do I have to recite the prayer exactly as it's written?"

Klein's blood pressure spiked. According to his knowledgeable god, Mr. Fool, performing such a ritual would clearly only require chanting the name of the deity.

But why is there such a lengthy prayer, with its perverse humor made no attempt to conceal?

That petty person definitely did it on purpose!!!

"This is such a hassle; to be honest, I'm thinking of just telling him the truth."

Ron sighed helplessly. He valued Klein's friendship very much, so much so that he was now in a dilemma, fearing that confessing would lead to a "breakup" or other bad things.

When both parties are at the same level, they can still be friends. However, if the gap is too large, then there will be all sorts of conflicts of interest.

This is the cold, hard adult world!

After glancing at the villa, which now seemed even more deserted, the blond-haired boy pursed his lips and left the bedroom like a lonely old man with his hands behind his back.

"Sharon, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

As soon as he stepped outside, the boy saw the vengeful spirit with delicate features, long light gold hair, and wearing a small black soft hat.

Medici took leave and disappeared around noon, so dinner naturally fell to Miss Wraith who took over the shift.

As for Amon, Ron didn't even consider it.

The god of mischief would be doing justice to his name if he didn't add some insects to food.

White bread, tea, and jam.

The monotone tone, reflecting a principle of restraint, brought bad news to the blond boy.

As a vengeful spirit who restrains her desires, Sharon has never been picky about food. If it weren't for preparing dinner for Ron, she would even consider replacing white bread with black bread and jam with inferior cream.

"This is what you usually eat!?"

Upon hearing this answer, Ron suddenly pictured pitiful Sharon squatting on the ground, munching on white bread with jam.

At that moment, he missed Medici, that mute guy.

"This is very helpful for self-control."

Despite Ron's overreaction, the vengeful spirit replied in the same calm tone.

"Hmph, moderation is a good thing, but I'd rather see you indulge yourself..."

"I'm not eating anymore, you take care of them!"

The blond boy chuckled wickedly and gave the food he didn't want to eat to the vengeful spirit.

But just then, Ron suddenly tilted his ear and heard a very important prayer.

"The great ruler of time and space, the ultimate point of all things returning to oneness, the all-knowing and all-seeing infinite wisdom, I have discovered the traces of the Star General Cattleya."

"She is resupplying on Simim Island in the Sunia Sea. Her first mate and the Future have been spotted docked in a private port."

After receiving the prayer and glancing at the bored vengeful spirits standing to the side, the blond-haired boy suddenly grew taller, his long silver hair cascading down, and an extremely beautiful silver-haired lady appeared in the corridor on the third floor.

She was dressed simply, barefoot, and looked at the somewhat astonished vengeful spirit with blood-red eyes.

"Want to go for a spin on the sea with me? Sharon, you're so boring. I really want to see you give up on your principles..."

The silver-haired woman stepped forward, her curvaceous figure pressing tightly against the vengeful spirit, pinning her against the wall—something the short woman couldn't do.

"You're blushing. Does that mean you prefer women?"

His pale lips blew hot breath, brushing past Sharon's slightly flushed face and her long, snow-white neck. This ambiguous breath made her ticklish, and her body felt hot and uncomfortable.

"I, I didn't!" she replied stubbornly.

"Really? I like you even more when you're being passive!"

The silver-haired woman pressed herself closer, rendering the vengeful spirit unable to move. Her beautiful face was buried deep in Sharon's neck, greedily savoring the fragrance of the young girl's body.

Suddenly, Sharon bit the delicate collarbone of Miss Wraith with her white teeth, and with a lick of her tongue, Sharon's face instantly turned red.

Feeling the warmth and softness of the person lying on her body, she wanted to struggle violently, but she didn't dare to do so when she thought about the identity of the person in front of her.

"It seems you still like it..."

Taking advantage of her height, the silver-haired woman turned her head away, smoothed Sharon's light golden hair, and teased the vengeful spirit who looked like a wronged child.

(End of this chapter)