Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 318 Genie: I'm naive, you'd better not lie to me (3.6K)

Before she could mourn the innocent Amon, the silver-haired woman rubbed her reddened right cheek, a dangerous glint flashing in her blood-red eyes.

Although Ron understood how hateful Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun was, it was, after all, her face.

"Child of Chaos, if you dare to wade into these muddy waters, you will face my wrath!"

A majestic and imposing voice, mixed with fierce anger and rage, followed, warning this "former" not to meddle in other people's business.

"You're here too!!!"

The light in the genie's eyes disappeared instantly, as if he had bulged out his eyeballs.

He completely lost his composure, and his golden, twisted figure flashed to a corner of the room in the blink of an eye, fearing that he would be implicated innocently.

After all, the last time the three of them were seen together, the entire universe almost collapsed!

What kind of infernal abode is this?!

The genie is now having some regrets. If he had a choice, he would rather be a wish-granting RBQ than face these three beings at the same time.

One pillar, He smiles slightly; two pillars, He is outwardly strong but inwardly weak; three pillars, He bows and scrapes.

The old way of thinking was that simple.

"Hmph, it seems I don't need to explain any further..."

Under the crimson moonlight, in the lavishly decorated bedroom, Ron gave a cold hum, then said:

"That's one of the reasons I called you here. They've both begun to recover, and you're the only one inside the barrier who can truly be considered an ally..."

Upon hearing this, the "genie" gradually calmed down and realized that something was wrong with the three of them.

...The three of them were both integrated and in conflict, as if they had been pieced together and could not be separated from each other...

"laugh……"

As the thought flashed through his mind, the Child of Chaos almost burst out laughing.

Because He simply couldn't imagine how exciting it would be for three mortal enemies to merge into one.

"Hahahaha...you three...hahaha..."

"Karma... Hahaha..."

Even at our level, fate is still unpredictable... Hahaha...

Under the cold gaze of those blood-red eyes, the Child of Chaos finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter as if he had lost his mind.

The loud, majestic laughter shook the entire villa. Amidst a series of crisp cracking sounds, the crystal-polished glass shattered into pieces of varying sizes from the terrifying laughter.

Realizing that the three had not lost their minds and devoured each other as they had done several eras ago, the "genie" completely let go of his inhibitions and no longer worried that he would be swallowed up like dessert.

"Shut up!"

Finally, Ron, enraged by the mockery, uttered three different sounds.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

However, this did not stop the Child of Chaos; instead, it emboldened Him to mock Him even more recklessly.

Having ruled out being eaten, He was like a gambler who had lost everything and was left with only his life, and was not afraid of offending anyone.

What can you do to me? Go ahead and kill me if you dare!

The will of the past never fades, something even pillars cannot achieve.

"Hmph... Hahaha..."

Seeing the genie in such a manner, the silver-haired woman was unusually silent, but after a short while, she also burst into laughter.

Her eyebrows were curved, and her mouth was wide open, revealing eight teeth.

"Hahaha...hahaha"

Ron's cool laughter came out in short breaths. It was as if he had remembered something extremely funny. He laughed until his face turned red, he clutched his stomach, he bent over, and tears streamed down his face.

In the room bathed in the crimson moonlight, this eerie, inexplicable, and extremely joyful laughter dominated everything.

Everything in the room was laughing: the bed was laughing, the windows were laughing, the floor was laughing, and the tables and chairs were laughing.

The silver-haired woman's stirred madness infected everything, making the room both eerie and terrifying, concealing an inescapable madness and sorrow.

The once lofty gods have ended up like this; who can understand the bitterness and helplessness they felt...?

Suddenly, she paused, clutching her stomach, and took out a blue crystal ball from thin air, shrouded in white mist and emitting a faint glow.

The genie's almost inaudible laughter abruptly ceased, his gaze fixed intently on the white mist that continued to converge upon him.

Those are fragments of a disordered kingdom, a land returned to chaos!

The Son of Chaos admitted that His laughter had indeed been a bit too loud.

"Haha, if you don't want it, I'll just take it for myself!"

The silver-haired woman remained unchanged, her laughter escaping uncontrollably, making her appear exceptionally sinister under the crimson moonlight.

"You should see a psychologist to get your brain checked!"

The genie, unable to bear the eerie atmosphere that chilled him to the bone, offered sincere advice in a dignified yet polite manner.

You're just a combination of three, how could you possibly be as miserable as me!?

He's either crazy or pretentious...

Realizing the true nature of the person before him hidden beneath a normal appearance, the "genie" decided from the bottom of his heart not to stoop to his level.

"Your suggestion is good, but no one has shown it to me..."

"Alright, give me your answer, or I don't mind combining all four!"

Just as the silver-haired woman finished speaking, her right cheek split open uncontrollably, and a vile voice came from within as the fleshy gash opened and closed.

"Don't forget, He's an outsider!"

"Are you going to betray us, betray yourself?!"

"I admit I was wrong then, I shouldn't have treated you like that, but didn't you bear any responsibility at the time!?"

This despicable voice was incredibly "sincere," unusually admitting its own mistakes and even engaging in soul-searching questioning with empathy.

However, the Lord of Mysteries' unprecedented sincerity only elicited cold laughter from the Genie, who completely disbelieved his words.

"Mysterious? Save your breath, I am your retribution!"

Without any hesitation, the "genie" refused outright, saying that if he believed in him again, he would be a curly-haired baboon!

Fortune's wheel keeps turning; destiny is truly wondrous.

"Son of Chaos, you must not help Him, or your kingdom will be scorched by heavenly fire, your body will suffer endless torment, and your will will be silenced forever, until the end of the world!"

"You must understand, we are one!"

You fucking know we're one?!

The threat of the primordial will caused the golden, twisted figure to sway. The Child of Chaos understood this, but did not accept it.

What is understandable is that, whether they are pillars or the old days, whether they are strong or weak, they always dislike each other.

That's true. If they had gotten along well, they wouldn't have split into such a mess.

"Outsider, you're not very popular, why should I trust you?"

"You must understand that I and them come from the same source. By doing this, I am undoubtedly betraying myself."

"I think you're less deserving of help than to stop them!"

The Child of Chaos did not rush to make a choice. To be honest, He did not want to help either of them. He just wanted to watch the show quietly or find an opportunity to return to the stars.

"Really? You want to?"

"Do you believe your thinking is correct, and that you haven't been fooled or misled?"

"I'll give you one more chance. If you don't help me, I'll throw you into the worst sewers in Backlund!"

Brushing his long silver hair behind his ear, Ron, as expected, saw the distorted figure sway in fright.

"You're despicable enough! Shameless enough! And a complete scoundrel!"

The Genie commented as follows.

None of these three are good; they're all cut from the same cloth, using their power to do whatever they want.

In this situation, whichever He chooses, it means offending the other two...

"I can help you, but you have to help me too!"

Finally, ignoring the clueless people on both sides who kept clamoring to kill Him, He made the right decision from the bottom of His heart.

"I can let you reclaim your authority, take back your essence, and even truly resurrect you, restoring you to your original state!"

Relieved, Ron abandoned his plan to beat up the wishing lamp and extended his right palm in an invitation.

"..."

"What you're saying is essentially no different from a scam; it's still an unseen and intangible promise!"

Faced with an overwhelming array of pie-in-the-sky offers, the "genie" clearly looked down on them.

Over the millennia, He has come to understand one thing: never believe the cheapest, most worthless words.

However, that's no longer important. What's most important is to suppress the Lord of Mysteries and prevent the Primal Creator from killing him without a word.

Since He already has nothing left, things can't get any worse!

"However, words alone are not enough; we must sign a contract!"

So that you won't turn your back on me...

The Child of Chaos silently added the second half of the sentence in his mind.

"good!"

Only after both parties successfully signed the contract and made promises in exchange for their own essence did this turbulent night come to an end.

"Where do we go next!?"

From within the wishing lamp, which had gathered all the white mist, came a majestic and convincing voice.

"The land forsaken by God!"

The silver-haired woman answered briefly.

"It seems those two are giving you a headache, but I'm here, so you don't need to worry!"

The white mist swirled once more, and the "genie" had never felt so good before, even feeling a little bloated for a moment.

"Be your shield!"

Ron curled his lip in disdain.

Clearly, the "integrity" invitation from the three pillars led Him astray, causing Him to misjudge His own strength and the role He was to play.

"A shield!?"

"You're using me as a shield!?"

"Ha, otherwise what? You think you're qualified to participate in our struggle?"

The silver-haired woman chuckled coldly, her words filled with a discriminatory attitude towards those in lower positions, which made the genie furious in his extreme anger.

The "shield" is not the same as the cooperation He imagined. The former is a tool, something to be used, while the latter is a collaborator on an equal footing.

At this moment, feeling disrespected, He wanted to quit.

However, the silver-haired woman seemed to sense His thoughts, immediately curling the corners of her lips into a cold, emotionless warning:

"We signed a contract. If you don't comply, you'll be violating sacred and just rules!"

Only now did Ron bare his fangs, looking at the genie who had willingly taken the bait with a peaceful gaze, as if marveling that someone could be so easily fooled, delivering themselves to his doorstep with just a few words and even signing a contract.

"Are you acting?!"

The Son of Chaos roared in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that the madness, loneliness, longing, and resentment this guy had just displayed were all an act.

It was because He grasped these emotions that He dared to agree to Ron's conditions and try to exploit these "weaknesses" to achieve something beneficial for Himself.

At this moment, He recalled the fear of being dominated by the Lord of Mystery.

"Ha, I wasn't acting, it was all real. But how could I possibly be swayed by those things?"

"I'm just telling you, don't try to play any tricks. Your every move is already under my watchful eye..."

"Tear off a different version of yourself from a different timeline and share your authority and power with the past," the silver-haired woman warned.

"..."

The genie fell silent for a moment, never expecting to be scammed when he had nothing left, and this time, the scammer was even targeting his own body.

"I don't want to help any of them!!!"

He roared, as if recalling his wise decision, and then retreated back into the lamp, ready to be used at any time.

The contract has already been signed, what else can He say?

"Help" can also be translated as being used as a magical item, or as helping the contractor to take hits and bullets.

Ignoring the silent genie, Ron had his created clone pray to himself, thus bestowing the power of his original self upon the other, who would then go to the Forsaken Land to deal with the "True Creator".

This was an inspiration that Klein herself prayed to herself for, and it seems to be working quite well now.

In this way, even if there is a chaotic sea, it will not have much impact on the main body!

Furthermore, the power of the Gift does not require the transfer of characteristics, nor will it cause the clone to mutate due to being unable to withstand it, thus bringing the body and spirit closer to the Gifter.

Because you can never truly become yourself!

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(End of this chapter)