Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 330 Going Home to Bully the Vengeful Spirit (3.3K)

"My dear son, come with Daddy!"

The old father's kind calls went unanswered.

Ron's claim that the Time Angel was his son was just empty talk, a ruse to take revenge on the ancient sun god and to lure Amon.

However, now all of this has actually come true!

Fate is truly wondrous!

The silver-haired woman grabbed the angel by the collar and dragged him away from the kingdom of the true creator.

However, she didn't go far. She simply stopped in the wilderness, took out a cigarette, lit it, and handed one to Amon.

"Is this how you taught me?!"

Shi Tian twitched the corner of his mouth, took the cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring in a very professional manner.

"I have many descendants, but I don't care about them. You are lucky. I hope you can live a few more years in my hands, and don't die..."

Ron didn't care about the accusations.

The idea that she couldn't let her children suffer while she herself suffered was a true reflection of her inner thoughts.

After waiting for several hours, the "Time and Space Ruler" finally saw his servant emerge from the darkness as if he had lost his soul.

"How did it go? Did you reach an agreement?"

With a mocking smile, the pretty lady lit another cigarette and tossed it to Medici.

"Yes, it's settled..."

"I'm quitting; I've decided to go solo!"

His expression was complex, and he nodded heavily, as if he had made a firm decision.

"Quit? That's fine."

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman remained unmoved, continuing to stand in place, smoking a cigarette, as if the matter had nothing to do with her.

The entire dark place fell silent.

"Uh, I'm quitting!"

Suddenly, the red angel spoke loudly again, his eyes always glancing unconsciously at Ron, then quickly looking away, appearing hesitant and embarrassed.

"Hmm, I know you've quit."

The silver-haired woman remained motionless, continuing to shake her head and leave Medici, who seemed to want to say something but couldn't, in the cold.

Damn it... this guy definitely did it on purpose...

Taking a deep breath, the War Angel felt provoked. He stiffly tugged at the corner of his mouth, put on an exaggerated look, and began to shout loudly.

"What I mean is that I've withdrawn from this part, but I haven't figured out how to do it solo yet, so I think your offer is pretty good..."

After saying this, He secretly glanced at Ron, who was smoking a cigarette, as if to see what the other had to say.

"Call me Master, kneel down and lick my feet!"

The cold, clear voice left Medici stunned.

"Pah, go to hell!"

……

"This is where my father was born. It has a sacred name, called..."

"Cherobius!"

The angel enthusiastically introduced this ordinary name.

However, in the eyes of the silver-haired woman, Amon seemed a bit dim-witted at this moment.

Thank goodness your dad isn't Russell, otherwise you'd probably be completely in awe of Chinese characters, and might even have a few common exclamation marks tattooed on your body.

Although she was thinking about something scandalous, Ron didn't show it, because she had more important things to do here.

"In fact, it is not fundamentally different from Backlund and Trier in terms of its naming function."

"And also, I am now your father!"

The transfer of the "true creator" was not just a matter of words; the connection in a mystical sense was established the moment Ron acknowledged her eldest son.

However, this connection still prevented her from finding any trace of Amon's true form.

"Ha, I don't really want to talk to you anymore. Every time I see you open your mouth, I have an urge to turn around and leave."

Pushing up his monocle, Time Angel felt a mix of emotions. He hadn't expected that leaving a clone to watch the show would lead him to discover a powerful father figure.

"Alright, if you don't want to die, then get the hell out of here and don't get in my way!"

Ignoring Amon's rambling, Ron grabbed him by the collar and threw him away.

Only after she could no longer sense the man's presence did she take out the mask that had no facial features and was engraved with the Fool's symbol.

"What a pity, such a useful mask is going to be used for sealing..."

Muttering something under his breath, Ron's clone took the wishing lamp from his waist and threw it forward.

Time and space seemed to flicker, indistinct in the pitch-black world. The "Wishing Lamp" rolled outwards, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to Ron's original hand.

Similarly, the "Mysterious Servant" trait, which includes the "Diviner" pathway, is also returning, from Sequence Nine to Sequence One.

Aside from the little mishap caused by the "Primordial Creator" at the end, the entire operation went quite smoothly.

"Finally, I can lie on the sofa all the time."

Ron let out a whine of resignation.

For her, the trouble caused by these two guys was a real headache. On the one hand, it would hinder her plans to work on the Outer Gods or search for the Source, and on the other hand, there was a risk that they might accidentally succeed.

Therefore, the coffin lid must be firmly pressed down!

The current chaotic situation has calmed down somewhat. The "Lord of Mysteries" has been banned, eliminating one of his major threats, while the "Primordial Creator" who fled only stole a portion of the "Dark Angel" trait.

This is an acceptable outcome for "Endless Wisdom".

Although the escaped "Primordial Creator" is not a small threat to Ron at this stage, it is also not a big threat.

The methods of resurrection of the "Dead Ghost" and the "Primordial" are greatly flawed. As long as they have not resolved the spiritual will within their bodies, they are destined not to be able to exert their original level of status.

Even if they could resolve the issue and successfully awaken, without obtaining "uniqueness" or "source matter," they would still be no match for the "God of Time and Space."

"Damn it, don't throw that piece of trash into the Chaos Sea!"

At that moment, the cry of the "Primordial Creator" echoed in my mind, His voice filled with anger and growing louder and louder.

Ron's legs suddenly stiffened and twisted uncontrollably. The cracking sound of bones breaking made her unsteady. She lay on the surface of the water, vomiting mouthfuls of blood, as well as fragments of internal organs with eyes and long black hair.

The tall, silver-haired woman, draped in a black robe, did not hesitate and immediately took the "Wishing Lamp" into her hands. A faint blue light shimmered around her like stars, and she entered a strange dimension.

Here, everything around her became extremely abstract, and before the beautiful woman's eyes appeared a hideous ball of thread that twisted, crawled, changed, and emitted eerie screams.

The world is divided into countless layers, which together form a mysterious and extraordinary real world, and this refers to the lowest level of the world of madness and reason.

Black and white mist swirled around the magic lamp, successfully blocking the pollution of the chaotic sea transmitted by the clone.

The pain in his body disappeared, and the deafening sound that had been making him dizzy suddenly became quiet and soon fell silent.

As it turns out, everything that seems useless eventually finds its own value.

Even a seemingly useless genie still has a role that is difficult for ordinary people to replace.

Sealing the Chaos Sea means close contact, so even the clones will still be contaminated, and the connection will affect the main body.

Time has no meaning in this eternally mad world. After an unknown amount of time, the seal was finally completed.

Ron used the uniqueness of "The Fool" as the core and the incarnation that carries the power as the material to temporarily block the channels through which the Chaos Sea spreads outward.

The underground pollution that terrified all living beings has silently disappeared, replaced by a terrible curse that worsens intelligence the closer one gets to the underground!

After doing all this and ensuring everything was perfect, the tall woman disappeared as if she had never been there.

Friday.

Backlund.

The peaceful night remained unchanged, unaffected by the conflict on the other side of the continent.

In fact, the helpers that Ron invited didn't offer much assistance.

In the end, it was nothing more than the "Goddess of Night" influencing the "True Creator," pulling him into slumber, thus countering the already weakened madness.

Amanises was undoubtedly a professional at covering up and cleaning up messes; his meticulous methods and secretive authority were best suited to erasing traces.

Ron, the little fry, had nothing to say about this, as she had already returned home.

"Hey Sharon, did you miss me?"

The beautiful lady suddenly appeared, startling the vengeful spirit, who took a half-step back.

"...No...you were only gone for two days."

Sharon's gaze wandered, but ultimately, adhering to the principle of restraint, she did not lie, successfully piercing Ron Sothos's heart.

Hey, I'm going out to save the world... but you don't even smile, and you haven't even thought of me... What a servant who doesn't care about his master!

Although he was quite dissatisfied with this, Ron knew that this was just how his unsmiling servant was.

She quickly came up with an idea after a moment's thought.

"So, you'll miss me if I'm gone long enough. I didn't expect you to care about me so much..."

A tall, slender woman stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the vengeful spirit's waist.

"Won't!"

Perhaps sensing that her nominal master was about to make a move, Sharon's ears turned slightly red, and she refused in a voice devoid of any emotion.

"Yeah?"

The beautiful lady suddenly leaned close to her doll-like, exquisite face and exhaled warm breath carrying a sweet scent.

"Then I'll corrupt you, distort your values, make you truly serve me, and make you heartbroken if I'm not with you for even a day!"

"What do you think?"

Her blood-red eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and those words sent a chill down Miss Vengeance's spine, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

Such a claim by an evil, hidden being is something only a madman could calmly accept.

"I……"

Sharon took another step back, seemingly about to run away, but she rationally restrained her impulse and remained silent for a moment.

Looking at her nominal master, she suddenly noticed the mockery in his blood-red eyes and immediately relaxed.

Her thoughts raced, and finally she confessed in her heart that she had told a lie.

"miss you……"

"Hmph, little Sharon, I never expected you to be this kind of person. You actually have those kinds of feelings for me, for your master!!!"

Ron's eyes widened, he hugged the bear tightly, and suddenly stepped back like a girl about to be assaulted.

"I'm not..."

Miss Vengeful Spirit was clearly anxious. She couldn't understand why any god could be so troublesome and annoying. She waved her hands and stammered, but she couldn't explain it clearly for the time being.

Just then, a servant wearing a monocle passed by. He didn't even glance at the two ladies whose relationship seemed a bit strange, and muttered something to himself.

"Ha, a widow's sighs are of little use!"

Ron's bloodshot eyes widened instantly, as if countless flames were burning in her heart. Disregarding her dignity, she kicked the monocle away.

This scene undoubtedly fell into Sharon's eyes. She was stunned, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, as if she had realized the best way to deal with Ron.

(End of this chapter)