Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

From Chapter 329 onwards, Amon is your son! (3.2K)

"Gentlemen, it seems I'm still the one with the better skills this time."

Within Ron's body, the primal will, seeing that things had been exposed, stopped pretending and actually adopted the posture of a victor.

"I said, 'Whatever I desire will surely come to pass,' and it has been fulfilled right here!"

"The ignorant should learn to be respectful; the incompetent will perish because of their arrogance!"

"I have now triumphed; you should kneel down and submit to me."

He declared this.

The level of sophistication of the "omniscient and omnipotent being" is clearly outstanding in the entire universe. Although what He said is very abstract, its general meaning can be translated as follows.

I'm the best, unlike you two idiots. From now on, I'm your dad!

This sarcasm, delivered without a single vulgar word, perfectly embodies the magnanimity of a truly great being!

Seeing the narcissist's arrogant and condescending attitude, as if he were a level above them, the God of Heaven was about to break his teeth.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun clearly understood the insult contained in those arrogant words.

He glanced at "Fat Ball" and found that Ron Sothos, the master of witty comebacks, remained unmoved.

Damn it, if you can't do it, I'll do it!

"You scoundrel, you possess such foolish wisdom, yet you lack self-awareness. Your Heavenly Lord is benevolent, but not one to be bullied. You are like a stray dog, how dare you bark and howl before us!?"

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's cursing was clearly full of personal characteristics; with just one sentence, he made the "Primordial Creator's" "face" darken. The gist of his words was...

You idiot, you're so stupid you're practically spitting fire and you still don't realize it. I, your Heavenly Venerable Grandfather, can see right through you. You were chased like a dog and you still dare to act tough in front of me!?

Of course, to put it even more simply...

What are you barking like a dog?!

The constant commotion in his mind made Ron shake his head violently, his full head of silver hair swaying in the wind, a testament to the fact that people's joys and sorrows are not shared.

The beautiful lady lowered her head and reflected deeply on herself, wondering where she had gone wrong that led to one problem after another.

"So it really is all the world's fault."

He pursed his bloodless lips and, as always, shifted the blame onto someone else.

She immediately curled the corners of her lips and joined in the "civilized" verbal battle within her body.

"Ha, two idiots."

Vulgar, concise, utterly lacking in decorum, but...

It works surprisingly well!

"Shut up, I'm your father!"

"Fatball, you son of a bitch!!!"

A new round of verbal sparring has begun, with the three pillars abandoning all pretense of civility and using every imaginable word to viciously insult each other.

Anyway, they were all very familiar with each other, so they didn't care about this anymore, since there were no outsiders around.

If this massive "battle of gods" were to become known to the outside world at this moment, everyone's worldview would be shattered and they would question the meaning of life.

It's truly unbelievable that the contest between the three most prestigious individuals was so simple and unpretentious.

But there's nothing we can do about it. Out of hatred for the other two, we can only curse them however we feel like. Only by winning and making our arch-enemies unable to hold their heads up can we be considered cool!

"Damn, why are they arguing again?"

Rubbing his temples, Ron, the clone, took a deep breath to calm the agitation in his mind.

Her bloodshot pupils dilated, and scenes flashed through her eyes. If anyone had witnessed these scenes, they would have realized that they all came from the past, from things that had already happened.

Ron is examining the past of this place and observing the future that will be affected.

"Flesh and Blood. A Mad, Evil, Corrupted Consciousness, an Island of the Mind."

"The vast ocean of the collective unconscious!"

Clenching her pearly white teeth, the silver-haired woman saw the final, frozen moment in the frame.

Her first suspicion was that the bearded man was behind it.

However, upon further reflection, it was simply impossible. Since that guy had come into contact with me, he couldn't possibly have any secrets with the "Primordial Creator".

Moreover, He was perfectly rational and had absolutely no need for it. Even if the Primordial One had lost his mind, He wouldn't have done such a thing.

Otherwise, what if the traits that were finally transferred out are sealed away? There would be nowhere to cry.

"Strictly speaking, this is actually a good thing, as it can at least stabilize His condition."

Stepping forward, his gaze pierced through the layers of obstacles, and Ron saw the sleeping spirit of the "True Creator".

But upon closer inspection, her blood-red eyes widened once more, for she discovered that this deity seemed to be missing a part of itself.

He is the embodiment of the negative personality, extreme emotions, and insane humanity of the ancient sun god!

"You've arrived not too late; He only took a portion."

Suddenly, in this dark and whispering divine realm, a slightly ethereal and illusory voice appeared.

The voice seemed to carry a decadent essence, yet also a much clearer rationality, weak but resolute, echoing all around.

Ulorus and Medici, who were trying to call upon "the Lord," both breathed a sigh of relief as their expressions brightened.

"Did they take some?"

Tilting his head, Ron asked in confusion.

No further explanation is needed, because she could see that although the deity was in a deep sleep recovering, he was diverting a small portion of his energy from his sleep to maintain his consciousness.

This seems to be a function unique to anchors.

"Yes, He originally wanted uniqueness. But madness also kept me rational. Perhaps He was afraid of your arrival and did not engage in further struggle. Instead, He forcibly extracted a 'dark angel' characteristic and, relying on ritual and authority, sent it into the sea of ​​the collective unconscious."

"There's a significant element of luck involved."

A faint, ethereal voice explained the ins and outs, reconstructing the events in perfect detail.

He was probably afraid of becoming stupid.

Muttering to himself, Ron didn't waste any words and asked again:

"Sent into the ocean of the collective unconscious? Who is helping Him from there?"

"I don't know. Not letting Him take away too many of my attributes is the limit I can achieve. However, His next step will definitely be Source Matter, so you have to be careful."

"I've already reached a conclusion on this; I don't need you to remind me!"

The silver-haired woman remained silent.

The scene fell silent for a few seconds. Ron glanced at Amon, who was hiding behind him, and a question suddenly arose in his mind.

"I can see from your condition; you are indeed the ancient sun god!"

"However, only half."

"What I mean is, what about your partner? Since you had the ability to merge with 'corruption' back then, your partner could have been just as capable. What caused you to separate and end up like this?"

If even extreme, insane emotions can survive, what about the part that represents divinity?

Having served Medici as her servant for so long, she had already figured out most of the information about the "Ancient Sun God".

This is one of the few remaining questions for Ron.

"Haven't you already met Him? And you're quite familiar with Him."

I have met Him.

The answer, "the true creator," left Ron stunned, frantically searching his mind for a suitable candidate.

In just a moment, an image of a man with a full beard leaped into her mind.

"Adam!?"

The cold voice made no attempt to hide its surprise, as if it had been startled.

She glanced at the half-shafted "Ancient Sun God," then at the equally astonished Amon clone, and suddenly raised her arm to pat His shoulder.

Congratulations, you have another father.

"This is a good thing!"

"...Oh, thank you so much!"

The silver-haired woman's ambiguous blessing caused the angel's face to contort and his whole body to tremble, whether from anger or excitement, it was unclear.

He then walked outside, as if to leave this place of sorrow and to re-accept this devastating news.

My older brother suddenly became my dad! What am I going to do?!

However, halfway there, Amon stopped again, looking at the "Red Angel" with a mocking gaze.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Medici."

"roll!!!"

Before Amon could utter any trash talk, the War Angel roared as if he were already prepared.

He trembled all over, staring at his illusory hands that had become spirits, seemingly lost in thought.

Amon reluctantly pushed up his monocle, suppressing the joyful smile on his face. With the last shred of conscience, he managed not to say anything unpleasant.

"Medici, you're really pathetic. What does it feel like to be killed by the master you serve?"

However, the wicked Ron didn't care at all. With a twist of her tongue, she tore open the scar, causing Medici's face to turn pale and then red, her figure flickering and disappearing as if she was about to kick the bucket and vanish.

"This is none of your business!!!"

Perhaps because she was already used to Ron's foul mouth, the Red Angel did not treat Ron the same way she treated Amon.

He merely offered a stubborn explanation, then lowered his head and fell into complete silence.

What can be said about this?

Betrayed by the person you respect most...

"I am about to fall into a deep sleep, One of the Ones of All Things, I am very grateful for your help!"

"Heh, don't say that. Our relationship isn't that good. I'm already being generous by not killing you because of Medici."

The silver-haired woman showed no respect to the "Ancient Sun God," retorting before turning and leaving without lingering.

She has other things to do, such as sealing the Chaos Sea!

Unlike the Source Castle, which is conspicuously located above the Spirit Realm, the Chaos Sea is at the Earth's core. You could even say that if you dig a hole deep enough, you could reach this source essence.

Therefore, the only solution now is to seal it off and keep it out.

As Ron tossed the unique "Fool" in her hand, just as she was about to leave, the half-shaved "Ancient Sun God" suddenly called out to her.

"I have a request!"

"Oh, I'm busy!"

You say I have to help you if you ask for it? Am I being a pushover?

The "True Creator" remained silent for a moment, then spoke softly.

"I want you to be Amon's father!"

The silver-haired woman froze, turned her head in surprise, and for the first time, a look of utter bewilderment appeared on her face.

"Uh...why?"

She stood there blankly, as if she hadn't yet reacted.

"No way! What you say doesn't count at all. Why should this bitch... uh, damn it... your vicious curse doesn't even allow swearing!"

Before Shi Tianshi could finish refusing, he knelt down with a thud, clutching his chest with one hand, looking guilty and distressed.

"I don't want Him to follow in my footsteps. He's too unruly; I can't discipline Him!"

"Your arrival will change everything on this planet. Some dangers will become harmless, while some threats that were not so great will become extremely dangerous..."

"Take the two wills within you, for example. I once possessed all of that, so I naturally know their power..."

The faint sound paused, as if waiting for Ron's reply.

"You want me to help you take care of your child?"

"Heh, that's a good idea!"

Ron glanced at the incredulous Time Angel with amusement, then tucked his silver hair behind his ear, indicating that he would teach Him a lesson!

(End of this chapter)