Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 325 Genie: Don't I have any pride?

"???"

"This actually works?!"

The "genie" was completely dumbfounded as it stared at the confined and extremely distorted space-time, and many question marks involuntarily appeared on the head of the golden distorted figure.

His body swayed, somewhat confused about what had happened, as if trying to put himself in the shoes of the "Lord of Mysteries" and see why he would make such a "wise" decision under these circumstances.

That's... pretty amazing!

Logically speaking, shouldn't the first thing to do be to "graft" the effects of some of the "spirit insects" onto other spirit insects?

Therefore, considering that they are all mythical creatures of insect form, the reduction in intelligence would only affect a portion of the spirit insects.

this.

All I can say is that "fooling" truly lives up to its name.

Even if there are many ways to circumvent it, once you are affected by the first move, you simply can't think of any good solutions.

A few seconds later, the "genie" gave up thinking, after all, a "smart person" would not understand the thoughts of a "fool".

It's best to keep your distance from these kinds of things.

He remained silent, though his heart was filled with schadenfreude at the old celestial being's misfortune, wishing he could stick to the outer edge of the distorted spacetime and laugh at him mercilessly.

However, the thought of how foolish He had been back then made Him lose all desire to laugh.

"How about it, do you want to give it a try?"

Ron shook the "Wishing Lamp" hanging at his waist, glanced at the restless Child of Chaos with his blood-red eyes, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth. The "Lamp God" trembled violently and felt a chilling coldness.

"Ha, ha, ha, you're really joking. Only a fool would want to try something like that."

It's terrifying that such a vile person wields such disgusting power.

Out of fear of Ron and the mask in her hand, the "Genius" abruptly changed the subject.

He believed that his "collaborator" was far more wicked, evil, and treacherous than the "Lord of Mysteries."

If you want to protect your "brain," it's best to speak less and observe more, and avoid offending others.

Sigh... If it's considered a magical item, then so be it... Anyway, it's been used for so many years, what's a little more...

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the miserable "Child of Chaos" finally accepted this fateful ending.

Thinking about it, this might be a good thing... After all, He seems to care a lot about His servants... I just wonder about "magical items"...

Just as he was pondering how to express goodwill to his "collaborator" and debating whether to abandon his principles and kneel down to kowtow a few times to acknowledge Ron as his godfather.

The sharp-eyed "genie" suddenly noticed tiny cracks appearing on the outer edge of the spacetime distorted by the "Lord of Mysteries".

They are spreading outwards, like glass or ice that can't bear the weight, as if a terrible monster will burst out from inside at any moment.

Pillars are pillars after all, incomparable to the old ones. Even though they are sealed by the concepts they created, there are many ways to break free.

This extraordinary ability comes from the "symbol" that represents their essence and the underlying logic of the world!

The illusory clock chimes, accompanied by endless, dazzling starlight, emanated from the cracks, causing this area of ​​the spirit realm to shake once again.

As the gap grew larger, the golden light in the eyes of the Child of Chaos suddenly shone brightly.

This seems to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

This is a good opportunity for His Son of Chaos to take revenge personally, and it can also help his collaborators solve their problems!

"You don't need to lift a finger to deal with this kind of chicken; I can handle it all by myself!"

Perhaps seeing the "Lord of Mysteries" being toyed with like this, or perhaps because he was not afraid of the Source Essence in his hands, the "Child of Chaos" was quite arrogant. The bronze-colored "Wishing Lamp" was now wrapped with wisps of black and white mist.

"Tch~ You're such a useless piece of trash?"

Ron scoffed at the news, his disdainful gaze and racist words mocking the "genie," who jumped up and down in a fit of rage.

What kind of talk is that? What do you mean by "just for me"? Weren't you a human being in the past?

"I am the creator of the rules, I am synonymous with judgment, and everything should be my subjects!"

This guy's foul mouth is as disgusting as his personality... I want to tear it to shreds!

The golden, distorted figure became even more twisted. Treating it as a magical object is one thing, but what's with this discriminatory talk?!

I was once considered one of the strongest in the old days, don't I have any pride?!

A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!

"You seem to have some rather unpleasant thoughts?"

The silver-haired woman's blood-red eyes flashed with a dangerous light as she seemingly casually raised the mask in her hand.

"No, I just think you're right, I really am not very useful..."

In the end, after seeing the chilling uniqueness of the "Fool," the "Child of Chaos" didn't dare utter a single word.

Just kidding... The creator of His rules naturally understands the unspoken rules, how could he be so stubborn?

After wiping away the bitter tears, life must go on.

"Ha, this is boring. I thought you were going to rebel against me and humiliate yourself."

The silver-haired woman arrogantly raised her head, no longer looking at the smirking "genie".

She looked straight ahead and saw more and more cracks appearing on the distorted spacetime. She immediately stepped forward, her dark leather boots treading on the ground.

As Ron walked, endless light emanated from her, making her appear both solemn and sacred.

However, the blood-red eyes of the fallen mother goddess disrupted this harmony, adding an inescapable sense of malevolence to her divine aura.

Suddenly, within the radiant spirit realm, a vast river of time surged forth, its entire body golden, yet a small amount of silver could be seen amidst its surging.

If you look closely, you'll find that this is not a river at all, but a phantom composed of countless tiny, strange symbols.

The silver-haired woman raised her palm and grabbed forward, extracting a segment of the present, past, and future. Without any hesitation, she quickly arranged it around the distorted spacetime, forming a perfect circle.

At this moment, all time and space stand still, and no change in any sense occurs; everything remains frozen in its separate, isolated spacetime fragment.

The Fool's power of change was instantly locked, leaving him with no room for manipulation.

Unfortunately, although "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" is both strange and powerful, Ron is not to be underestimated.

"Amanisis, I'll deal with Him. You and Stiano keep an eye on the Forsaken Land!"

Turning her head, she handed over the work behind her back to the clever Miss Wolf. The silver-haired lady's figure, along with the wishing lamp, turned into specks of light and disappeared from the real world.

(End of this chapter)