Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 323 When you're in the game, it's all about who your father is!

"You have neither supporters nor crucial leverage. Even if you were to incorporate the characteristics of the 'Mysterious Servant,' it would only be done with the tacit approval of the 'Goddess of the Night'!"

"He wants to lighten the burden of the half-fool, and you, Zarathustra, are merely a tool delivered to the door at the crucial moment."

"But think about it, is becoming Sequence One the end? The only way to survive is to become a 'Fool'!"

"And in all of this, I am not your enemy, but rather your ally, because you can only rely on me now."

"Supreme Lord of Mysteries!"

"I don't deny that I harbor deep malice towards you, but when you embarked on the path of a diviner, you were destined to confront me!"

"Since you can't get rid of it, why not make use of the existing resources? You could try asking for help from other beings and see if they choose to eliminate you or go to great lengths to help you suppress me!"

Amidst the heartfelt words of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun," the now-awakened Zaratu fell completely silent.

As the leader of the secret order and an extraordinary being of the "diviner" path, He had to admit that the will within Him, which was like a leech, was right, and could even be said to have struck His weak spot.

Once you choose the sequence path, your enemies and friends are determined accordingly.

These were words He said to Roselle more than two hundred years ago when He was showing off, but Zarathustra never imagined that these words, which seemed to contain profound truths, would bounce back and strike Him on the head two hundred years later.

"The 'Eternal Sun' and the 'God of Steam and Machinery' are attainable, and the 'God of War' is an enemy of the 'Goddess of Night,' so it's not impossible for them to bet on me."

Zarathustra instinctively began to refute, using this as an opportunity to analyze the allies he could win over.

"Ha, you're dreaming. Without the Source Fortress, it's all in vain!"

However, the powerful will from the depths of his spirit, from the essence of his extraordinary nature, shattered the beautiful illusion of this "powerless and insignificant" fellow with just a single sentence.

"You have Amon in front of you and the holder of the Source Castle behind you. What do you have to compete with? There are other Sequence Ones with these three adjacent paths, but none of them are as naive as you."

"Only I can provide you with help, powerful help, help that even the Seven Gods would fear!"

"Because we are one, you want to become the 'Lord of Mysteries,' and I also want to return to that state."

"You have no choice but to move forward now, or you'll only face death! As for our problems, we can talk about them later. Anyway, I'm already three-in-one, so adding you won't be a big deal."

The old Celestial Venerable went on and on, trying to clarify the current situation and further persuade the skeptical Sequence One.

Three days ago, after Ron went back in time to help Zarathustra complete the simplified ritual, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" released his suppression of Zarathustra and instead used his expertise in psychological warfare.

This was a last resort, and it was also the inspiration that the Three Ones had given Him over the years. Although He was confident that He could firmly suppress Zarathustra, time was of the essence.

If He does not achieve freedom soon, only destruction awaits Him!

Coincidentally, this Zarathustra was also an unlucky old man who was neither loved by his grandmother nor his uncle, and his only "friend," Roselle, had already died.

After all the calculations, he didn't have any supporters, so he could only rely on himself, truly himself!

"You convinced me."

Looking into the dark distance, Zaratu, whose eyes were equally dark, felt a pang of apprehension and secretly increased his vigilance.

Cooperating with this guy is like dancing with a tiger!

However, if he doesn't cooperate, death is all that awaits him.

Putting aside the holder of the Source Castle, even the wicked Amon might be able to gain the support of four of the seven gods.

He has neither an "ancient sun god" as his father, nor a "true creator" as his stepfather, nor a "spacetime ruler" as his current great father.

What will He use to fight?!

"This is outrageous!"

Zarathustra spat through gritted teeth. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He finally understood what Rosell meant when he said that "when you're out in the game, you're talking about your background."

As for the mere rumored holder of the Source Castle, there's no need to mention him. With the support of the powerful "Time and Space Dominator," as long as he's not too useless, all seven gods might turn to support him!

Bah, despicable!

Ugh, disgusting!

Bah! Shameless!

The old man, dressed in a hooded black robe and with a full beard, immediately abandoned any illusions about the Seven Gods and raised his hand, clenching it tightly in the darkness.

At that moment, His spatial position instantly changed, and He suddenly appeared on the coastline of the Eastern Continent, a place that no one could reach.

He did not choose the court of giants because it was too conspicuous and not conducive to completing the plan He had jointly devised with the will within him.

"Won't the 'True Creator' notice our departure?"

Suddenly, He moved his long-bearded chin and asked cautiously.

After a few seconds, He sensed the strange message that appeared in His mind.

"Ha, He's too busy taking care of himself to have any energy left!"

"Of course, I will remember His sacrifice!"

"The eyes of all those in high positions throughout the world have been drawn here by Him and me. Now is the perfect day to turn that foolish pauper into a puppet!"

"This is equivalent to regaining control of the Source Castle without causing a major disturbance or disruption!"

"How foolish! I only made a small move, and they acted like it was a major threat... Hahaha... There are always so many fools!!!"

The words of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" were extremely smug, which sent a chill down the spine of Zaratu, who was in Sequence One.

What a despicable existence this is! What a cunning mind that can see right through people's hearts! Just by showing his face, he can make the entire world's situation follow his own will!

"You deliberately entered this Forsaken Land!?"

Zarathustra's expression was quite unpleasant, because at this moment He felt intellectually pressured.

"Is it that hard to tell?"

The old celestial being sneered.

Stealing the most precious thing at the most unexpected time is a basic skill of a good thief!

"The ruler of time and space will inevitably be troubled by His servants, and thus be led by me to the equally important demonic wolf..."

"I've said it before, His ridiculous emotions are a weakness, a flaw. He has already triggered the message I left behind, and is probably in a panic right now..."

"My followers will use the projection of the Star Staff to create the illusion of my activities in the Forsaken Lands..."

"No one could have guessed that our destination would be Backlund..."

As he spoke, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" suddenly stopped, and then Zaratu's mouth couldn't help but turn up, stretching all the way to the back of his ears, revealing his white teeth and scarlet gums.

"The door...is open..."

In the invisible darkness, faint whispers lingered, but their owner had vanished without a trace, as if never to have been there.

(End of this chapter)