Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 317 Lying is forbidden here! (3K)

"Unless you die, the holder will not change ownership; that's the rule!"

"The wish made by the new holder will be recorded under both their first wish and your second wish!"

"Whoever breaks the rules will be punished!"

"Believe me, this is something neither you nor the new holder can afford!"

As he spoke, the "genie" seemed to recall painful memories, and his mood became even more unpleasant. He was filled with anger towards those who exploited loopholes, those who lacked integrity, and those who tampered with the rules. He wished he could grow arms and legs to lock up the despicable ones in jail, kick their butts hard, and make them face the judgment of the rules!

"You've been talking a lot today. If you could fulfill your wishes without distorting them, you would be even more persuasive."

The mysterious queen frowned slightly, noticing the unusual nature of the lamp.

In the end, people still become the very thing they despise.

Twisting rules and casting a shadow over order are essentially no different from "stealing," "fooling," or "mistakes."

The only difference is that twisting the rules is still somewhat reasonable, while "stealing," "fooling," and "mistakes" don't reason with you.

There is no such thing as a god who keeps his word; it is merely the lament of the weak.

As I said before, it doesn't matter whether something is tall or not; what matters is being highlighted by its peers.

The Child of Chaos fell silent for a moment, seemingly realizing that he was hardly a person who kept his promises.

"Who are you doing business with!?"

However, the Child of Chaos did not retreat into seclusion in the lamp as usual; instead, he actively inquired about the new holder's information.

Everything in the world, including destiny, has value, and it can be measured within the rules.

The imbalance in the world tells Him that something seems a little off about what's going on today.

Now, He cannot measure whether things are good or bad, as if their origin is not in fate and cannot be defined by rules!

The last time something like this happened was the last time!

"A true God..."

As if sensing the genie's unusual behavior, Bernadette summoned an invisible servant to hold the lamp, while she herself used the Sage's forehead ornament to release a massive torrent of useless and chaotic information to surround the "Wishing Lamp".

It is a simple seal, yet also a vicious one, because no matter what, useless knowledge will continue to bombard the trapped person.

Bernadette is skeptical as to whether this would be effective against sealed artifacts that possess living characteristics.

After carefully sealing the seal and confirming that nothing was missing, a pea vine suddenly rose from beneath the mysterious queen's feet.

The thick pea vine extended extremely quickly, enveloping her in an instant and lifting her from the ground. At that moment, the surrounding scenery suddenly became illusory, and in the blink of an eye, Bernadette disappeared.

The long pea vines pierced through layers of obstacles as if they had entered another world, except that the height that once reached the sky had become the length that spanned a vast distance, and the destination was no longer the gate of the fairy tale giant, but the Backlund Bridge of the City of a Thousand.

As soon as she arrived, she felt the lamp held by the invisible servant suddenly tremble, as if it had been startled. Before Bernadette could figure out why, a flame lit up the wick of the wishing lamp, about to break through the seal she had set.

"You've come, you're so slow..."

The silver-haired woman yawned, using gestures to indicate that waiting was not pleasant.

"The 'Wishing Lamp' has many legends, which took up a lot of time. It said that those who don't follow the rules will be judged, and that this is something neither you nor I can bear!"

"He wasn't like this before. I think He harbors considerable malice towards us..."

With a cautious and respectful attitude, Bernadette chose to tell the truth and not overlook any anomalies, in keeping with her own discretion and respect for this strange Level 0 sealed artifact.

This is the most basic professional ethics for a high-risk and extraordinary profession.

Shut up! Don't you dare say another word, I was just bragging!!!

At that very moment, at that critical juncture, the genie who had just emerged a third of the way suddenly shrank back. He stood there stunned for a few seconds, feeling that the future was bleak and that he could not see a single ray of light.

However, it's too late to say anything now.

The Child of Chaos now only wants to play dead and be buried in the ground.

He has the most authority to speak about the nature of the pillars, and even for a new pillar he has never met, he can guess with a high degree of accuracy.

Evil, depravity, dishonesty, vengefulness, tyranny, pettiness, etc...they all have some of these traits.

Even the Creator, who claims to have created everything and is infinitely benevolent, has moments when he is "as irritable as thunder."

"Ha, is that so? Even for them, fate remains wondrous!"

With a slight smile, her blood-red eyes glanced casually at the wishing lamp. Its extremely beautiful face and the queenly demeanor that seemed to care about nothing caused the mysterious queen's pupils to widen once again, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Bernadette tried to maintain her "queen" demeanor by adjusting her breathing, but she quickly discovered that she couldn't remain calm under Ron's aura.

"You can tell me about your relationship with my father now."

She spoke with some hesitation, unconsciously using a more respectful form of address.

"Roselle once joined a secret organization, and I was a member there. Of course, he had been dead for a long time when I joined, and the seat I was sitting in was vacant because of him!"

The beautiful lady gave a brief answer, then frowned slightly, as if she felt that the answer was not very valuable and did not live up to the reputation of the "wishing lamp".

"You and him...you've never met!?"

Bernadette looked stunned. She wanted to say, "You and him didn't have an affair?" But for the sake of her life, she forced herself to change her words.

"Of course, my goal is just to make a wish with the magic lamp, but that doesn't stop me from knowing many of Roselle's secrets and past."

For example, how many masquerade balls he attended, which Intis noble ladies he had affairs with, and how many inventions he plagiarized...

Ron smiled, muttered to himself, and gave an affirmative answer.

As for more details, such as whether Rosell is still alive, that remains to be determined, but that's not important.

"Is that so..."

The Pirate Queen was somewhat disappointed. She nodded as if she had just realized something, and then she realized a serious problem.

The one before them seemed to claim that the entire Southern Continent was under His rule, and even the native Death God faith was still targeted and excluded by Him.

In this context, her father, who had ushered in the colonial era and brought bloodshed and suffering, seemed to...

"You seem to know him very well. What's your opinion of him?"

Rosell's eldest daughter asked nervously.

"Ha, are you trying to beg me to forgive him?"

"Look at this damned world. All living beings are just pawns of the gods. Chaos and madness are inevitable. No one in a high position is a law-abiding citizen."

"Good and evil are never the standard for measuring right and wrong..."

"Of course, if Rosell were still alive, I'd have to capture him and extract his value to pay off my debts, whether by selling my body or something else, or perhaps you could pay off part of his debts?"

"Hmm... This is the same usage as the hell described in mythological texts, except that I focus more on the material value rather than the spiritual punishment."

"Alright, this is the last question. That concludes our small talk. If you've decided on your requirements, please write to me!"

After writing down the method of summoning the messenger, Ron unilaterally ended the conversation. She took the wishing lamp from the invisible servant, took one last deep look at the mysterious queen, and then disappeared into the deep moonlight.

Everyone makes mistakes...

However, be prepared to pay for your mistakes!

……

Back in his bedroom, Ron didn't waste any time and immediately poked the dark, unassuming wishing lamp with his finger.

"Great Son of Chaos, why don't you speak?"

"You don't want to talk about it?"

The moment the provocation was uttered, the brass oil lamp in his arms suddenly vibrated, and a distorted golden figure abruptly appeared.

"I don't know you!"

The "genie" spoke with majesty, hiding his cowardly nature deep within.

"Ha, you truly don't recognize me, because back then you were already locked inside this lamp..."

"Tch~ You're a piece of trash. You're really embarrassing. Your strength is not bad, but your intelligence is lacking."

Shaking the genie's true form, the silver-haired lady slightly raised her head, displaying an arrogant demeanor. She grinned and used blunt words to tear open the wounds hidden in the heart of the Child of Chaos, and then casually sprinkled salt on them.

The golden, distorted figure swayed for a moment, like a candle flame flickering in the wind. The "genie" remained silent, ignoring the mockery.

"We have no connection, but since you've gone to the trouble of finding me, you must have something important to ask of me..."

His frequent experiences of being scammed taught him that he must always pretend to be confident and never let others see through his true colors.

Especially when you're not wearing underwear at all.

"My request is simple: just break my seal and send me back to the stars..."

"No, your seal will naturally break if you stop helping Him!"

But just then, as the "genie" was casually making his terms, a gash suddenly appeared on the silver-haired woman's right cheek.

This utterly despicable yet all-too-familiar voice caused the golden, distorted figure to sway once more.

"It's you!!!"

The genie's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he were staring in surprise.

He never imagined that this bastard would be here, and even "alive"!?

As the saying goes, enemies are especially hostile when they meet, and without thinking, the "genie" slapped Ron across the right cheek with a big slap.

With a crisp "snap," the Lord of Mysteries was rebuffed before he could even show his sincerity.

"Mysterious, don't try to fool me!"

"Lying, stealing, and fraud are forbidden here. Violators will be punished!"

The authoritative yet cold voice was like the supreme law, and invisible chains of rules covered this sizable manor.

However, just as the "genie" finished pronouncing his sentence, a series of pitiful wails suddenly came from the servants' quarters of Ron Manor.

Faintly, it seemed as if the sound of a monocle shattering echoed, together forming a melody called "Integrity".

(End of this chapter)