Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 321: Use Magic to Defeat Magic

so.

Medici will have to suffer a little longer.

With a flash of bloodshot eyes, Ron made up his mind to ignore this game that was clearly full of traps for the time being.

Because, as the genie said, this in itself is fraud.

As for whether his servants were in danger, there's no need to elaborate. The appearance of the Red Angel, so "real" that even he himself couldn't see through her, already revealed something.

He is in danger, and the danger is not small!

"Are you really going to look for your servant?"

From within the brass-colored wishing lamp emanates the majestic yet mocking voice of the "genie."

It is not hard to detect a sense of schadenfreude in His words, as if he were pleased that another person had been deceived in this matter.

"Are you a pig?"

Suddenly, He heard the silver-haired woman speak indifferently.

"What!?"

"I have to say, you're so cute when you're being silly. No wonder you got into this lamp. You did whatever that weirdo told you to do. I wasn't even worried, but you were already in a hurry."

"What did Roselle say again? 'The emperor isn't in a hurry.'"

Before Ron could finish his sarcastic remark about the lamp's low intelligence, the wishing lamp in her hand began to tremble wildly.

"Don't be stubborn. You've already fallen into His trap. Without power, your intelligence is nothing special!"

The Child of Chaos is currently experiencing complex thoughts. On one hand, He hates "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" (a deity who brings blessings to the heavens and earth), while on the other hand, He always tries to drag others down with Him to show that it's not that He is incapable, but that His opponent is too strong.

Therefore, when he heard Ron mock him for no reason, he was extremely indignant and resentful.

We're all the same, so why do you get the right to laugh at me?!

"Tch~"

"Save my breath. If I have time to find that demonic wolf, why don't I focus all my efforts on finding the whereabouts of the Lord of Mysteries?"

The silver-haired woman spoke casually, and with just one sentence, she overturned the entire table.

Regardless of what kind of game it is, if you don't want to solve the problem, then solve the person who raised the problem!

In that instant, the air seemed to freeze. Ron looked down at the wishing lamp again and found that wisps of silliness seemed to be rising from it.

That's right! No wonder they're a pillar of strength! This is what you call vision!

In an instant, the "genie" suddenly realized something and began to doubt whether he was truly lacking in intelligence.

He fell silent and pondered, then suddenly realized that something was amiss.

"No, don't try to mislead me. You're relying on power too!"

"In His words, your servant."

However, before the genie could even finish explaining the flaw he had discovered, a cruel, cold laugh entered his ears.

"Ha, you're so stupid, why are you panting?"

"You're in such a sorry state now, and you still believe the Lord of Mysteries?"

"Even my servants may be dead in His hands."

"Roselle once said that magic must be used to defeat magic!"

"But to deal with Him, we must use 'schemes and tricks' that even He couldn't have imagined."

"He believed that my emotions could mislead my judgment. He was watching me closely and was certain that I would do this, but wisdom is never short of ways to deal with it."

"You always seem to want to defeat Him by falling into His traps, but why don't you step out and take a look? Even if I were you, I wouldn't be so stubborn. Even if I were born inferior to Him in terms of status and authority, I wouldn't be completely fooled."

In the vast, boundless darkness, the magic lamp, reflecting a brass-colored luster, fell into complete silence.

The words of endless wisdom left Him speechless, making Him feel like a curly-haired baboon.

"That's enough, you don't need to say anymore!!!"

The genie suddenly let out a defiant roar, then returned to the lamp and silently "rubbed the little pearl."

Whether in his youthful form or his mature woman form, Ron's sharp tongue never disappoints; with just a few words, he can ridicule an absolute high-ranking individual to the point of breaking their defenses.

She walked forward, talking non-stop, as if she hadn't taken what had just happened to heart at all.

After walking for more than ten minutes and confirming that there were no extra clues around, Ron stopped.

The most urgent task now is to find traces of the "Lord of Mysteries" and the "True Creator," while that demonic wolf only belongs to the second tier. It would be best if we could find it, but it doesn't matter if we can't.

As for Medici and his good buddy Urous, they are not important, no, they are not important from an appearance standpoint.

Finding them won't help the final result; it will only waste time.

The fastest and best solution is to address the root cause of the problem.

As planned, the silver-haired woman plucked three hairs from the back of her head—no, she snapped her fingers with her long, pale fingers.

With a crisp "thud," the flat terrain was enveloped in endless radiance.

The radiance layered upon layer, one after another, reflecting each other, dazzling and radiant, as if it came from a strange dimension where only light exists.

"I don't like this female persona, I want to change back!"

"I'm so tired, I don't want to be here."

"I'm going to kill that disgusting guy right now! Let's hurry and find Medici!"

In the blink of an eye, the endless radiance condensed into figures, some of whom retained the appearance of silver-haired ladies, while others took the form of blond-haired youths.

As soon as it appeared, it turned the plain into a chaotic mess, creating quite a commotion.

Ron's first collective meeting was held.

Although no one organizes them, these Ron children and Ron descendants adhere to strict discipline, and each Ron has their own clear goal.

They either transformed into streaks of light and traveled to the depths of this continent, or wandered around aimlessly, and some even went to neighboring city-states to dig deep into the ground and dig up the graves buried underground.

The entire dark and desolate land inevitably became strange; the atmosphere of despair, terror, and oppression became both absurd and bizarre after Ron and his companions' visit.

The silver-haired woman holding the "wishing lamp" stood still, quietly waiting for the results of her investigation.

This is much more efficient than her searching alone.

Before long, Ron 01 saw another version of himself come to report the situation.

"Your Majesty, we've found a hairy-faced, thunder-mouthed, curly-haired baboon in the corner, and it's even wearing a monocle!"

"It had accomplices who tried to fight back, but they outnumbered us and were trapped against a wall, too afraid to come down!"

With a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth... you might as well say you're a monkey...

The silver-haired woman's lips twitched slightly, speechless at her own predicament.

The endless future self is great in every way, but there are all sorts of possibilities, and it's understandable that there might be some silly moments and a desire to perform.

"Bring it up here, let me see what's going on."

Ron's main body gave a casual order, and within seconds, a curly-haired baboon was brought in.

"Interesting~ You're really amazing, you have more clones than I do~"

The moment the curly-haired baboon saw Ron, it started to put on airs. Without needing to look closely, Ron knew who it was just by hearing its bewildered speech.

Ah, Monk!

"You look exactly like an insect; I see you everywhere!"

Seeing the curly-haired baboon push up its monocle twice, the silver-haired woman grinned and sneered.

(End of this chapter)