Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 331 Ron: I did it all for the Twilight Hermits! (3.2K)

In the deep of night, inside the brightly lit villa, the occasional sound of tables and chairs breaking echoed, revealing the owner's irritability and incompetence.

"Ha, I love telling the truth, and you can't change my mind even if you kill me!"

Even though he was already bruised and swollen, Shi Tianshi still remained stubborn.

As the saying goes, physical pain is only temporary, while spiritual joy is the true source.

As the great Emperor Roselle once said, "A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years." Having finally seized the opportunity to mock this vile fellow, he was clearly unwilling to give up so easily.

"you"

Rebel!

The tall woman was taken aback, never expecting her catchphrase to be so powerful, leaving her utterly defenseless.

"Ha, today I'll teach you that honesty comes at a price!"

"This is a chilling lesson from a cold, hard society!"

Taking a deep breath, the silver-haired woman picked up a chair with intricate carvings, a deep black body, and a faint fragrance, and hurled it at the enemy.

Another series of "crackling" sounds followed as the chair successfully smashed two expensive chandeliers.

This scene would make even the richest woman weep and the poorest man collapse.

What kind of family is this? Does having money mean they can do whatever they want?

It took Ron two days to seal the Chaos Sea.

Over the course of the past two days, Amon's clone, who had been recognizing a father at the "Land of Forsaken Gods" site, arrived at the villa, inspected the place in a leader's manner, and mocked Amon10086.

Although we are all ourselves, we still need to find some fun in life, especially when we see someone who is even less fortunate than ourselves.

Men who are good at self-deprecation are always very charming.

The two clones shared the same memories and analyzed that, in addition to the unethical features Ron had imposed on them, there was another restriction that was extremely difficult to break.

That is, if they rashly contact the original body, this "curse" will be triggered, and the location of the original body will be determined according to the degree of contact.

However, Amon's clones are scattered all over the world. In addition to contacting the main body, they can also transmit information to the clones. Finally, the information is passed on layer by layer to form a buffer zone. In this way, even if the main body can be sensed, its location will be quite vague.

"Butler Amon is actually a good person!"

At this moment, some vengeful spirits who couldn't stand it any longer chimed in, making Ron's eyes widen, and he even stopped beating up the monocle.

Do you want to hear what you're saying?

Noticing Ron's surprise, Sharon offered another explanation in a low voice.

"Compared to you, yes!"

This ascetic vengeful spirit was very cautious and observant after arriving at the villa. Although she could tell that the person with monocle was not a good person, he was naturally many times stronger than the "evil being" entrenched in the place.

This is probably what first impressions are like!

Sharon will never forget the feeling of walking a tightrope a hundred meters in the air when she first met Ron.

Something seemed to have broken in the shadows. The silver-haired woman slumped onto the sofa with a complicated expression, her mind blank.

The adorable, submissive maid seems to have developed a sharp tongue.

Moreover, what do you mean by comparing me?

Even though I'm so friendly, honest, and kind, and I never cheat, I'm still not as good as that fraudster, Amon.

Lying is prohibited here!

"You're like a house with a crooked roof, making the whole structure crooked!"

Just as Ron was questioning his existence, the wishing lamp on her waist shook, thoughtfully delivering another blow.

To demonstrate his absolute impartiality, the "genie" even used his authority to prove he hadn't lied, showing he was quite the seasoned pro.

"Are you planning a rebellion?"

Ron was enraged by the repeated betrayals from her subordinates. She suddenly stood up from the sofa, roared, and displayed the authority of the hostess.

However, no one paid any attention to her, because while she was distracted, the servants of the great being had already gone back to their own work, and no one paid any attention to her "unreasonable" behavior.

This made Ron feel awkward, as if the house was the same whether she was there or not.

And that is indeed the case. What use can rice weevils be?

"Tch~ How boring!"

Habitually ignoring the mocking voices in her mind, the silver-haired woman got up and went to her study. She laid out some letter paper and began writing something on it with a fountain pen soaked in ink.

[Dear President, it's as if we're meeting in person.]

I've taken care of your request, so don't worry about my safety.

[Through this commission, I discovered many drawbacks within the organization, such as the slow pace of new member recruitment, hindering the long-term development of our power. Therefore, we can only operate in the shadows.]

[For the sake of the Twilight Hermits' growth and to attract more members, I can't wait to post the results of this battle on the doors of the seven major churches, and I'm willing to selflessly attribute the "credit" to the Twilight Hermits' Society.]

Only in this way can we gain sufficient reputation, maintain a constant flow of new talent within the organization, and make the Church of the Seven Gods realize that we are not to be trifled with.

Please don't be sad or upset for me; this is simply my duty as a loyal servant!

In other words, we can also have members of the organization recruit and promote their name, attracting more powerful individuals to join our group!

[For example, that old man Hermes (crossed out), or your identity as the son of the ancient sun god.]

In conclusion, the above are just my personal, albeit immature, suggestions; I hope you will consider them.

Finally, I need to borrow the blasphemous stone slab for a couple of days. You decide what to do!

—Your loyal member, Ron Sothos.

She wrote this long and eloquent piece, and the more she read it, the more satisfied she became. She blew on the letter, shook it a couple of times, and put it into an envelope.

He took out the cross pendant and activated it, finally finding the bearded man's contact information and slipping the letter inside.

Ron is supposed to go to the Blasphemous Slab on Wednesday because she made an appointment with the Hanged Man to give him the recipe for "Wind-Cherish" a couple of days after the Tarot meeting.

However, she had more important things to do two days ago, which was to seal the Chaos Sea with all her might, so she didn't have time to deal with this matter.

After tidying up the mess on the table, I looked up at the clock and realized it was already 10:30 p.m.

Suddenly, the silver-haired woman looked tired and slumped weakly onto the table.

Sealing the Chaos Sea was no easy task. Although she had the "Genius" as a shield, the instinctive backlash from the source essence and the indirect influence of the primal will within her body made her quite uncomfortable.

Even as a great being, and even though Ron remained steadfast, he inevitably met the tragic end of being drained dry.

Of course, it's mainly psychological drain that's draining, not physical drain.

Crimson moonlight streamed in through the window, and under the dim yellow light of the gas lamp, heavy breathing gradually calmed down.

Just then, the door to the study creaked open, shattering the peaceful scene.

"Do even gods get tired?"

Sharon pushed open the door and placed the sweet iced tea she was holding in front of Ron. Looking at his extremely haggard face, she surprisingly spoke!

"Gods won't, but I will. Every time you want peace and quiet, two guys will yell at you. You'll understand how I feel!"

"No one cares, no one comforts, no one shows compassion; all that exists is this vast fortune and servants who come and go at will."

"Although I can eat whatever I want and flirt with whomever I want every day, it doesn't make me happy!"

The silver-haired woman lifted her glass and downed the sweet iced tea in one gulp, then continued to slump over the table, muttering to herself.

"you"

Sharon initially felt some sympathy upon hearing Ron's complaints, but the more she listened, the more uneasy she felt, until finally a chill crept onto her pale, expressionless face.

"Serves you right!"

The short Rune words simply and clearly tell the story of Ron's self-inflicted suffering.

"Tsk, Sharon, you're getting less and less adorable."

Straightening her back, the silver-haired woman burrowed her head further into her elbow, which was propped up on the table. She muttered something at first, then added:

"Okay, let me have some peace and quiet. Just for a little while..."

……

After an unknown amount of time, Ron opened her half-closed eyes and stretched in a pretentious manner, but it did nothing to alleviate her mental irritability and fatigue.

For thousands of years, when there are people arguing in your head and you can't calm down or rest, not to mention Ron, even a crazy monster without a mind can't stand it!

He opened the window, and the sun was just rising. Even in the early morning, the air in Backlund was still pungent, so Ron quickly closed the window again.

At this moment, the silver cross pendant vibrated, indicating that there was a new unread message.

"I should have realized this; this method of communication is completely out of step with the times..."

The pretty woman muttered something under her breath and then checked the bearded man's reply.

"The top half is fine, but the bottom half won't do. I've put it in the church."

Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps moved by Ron's "loyalty," the Imaginary Angel was quite generous and actually agreed to lend Ron his manhood for two days.

"Ha, you're smart to know what's good for you!"

With a sneer and a slight sneer, the beautiful woman diverted a portion of her will to the steeple of the church where the gathering was taking place.

The gathering place was quite deserted at the moment, with no one in sight, except for a simple white stone slab placed quietly on Ron's seat.

"Sequence Zero, the Black Emperor..."

"Sequence Zero, Darkness..."

"Sequence Zero, Fool..."

"Sequence Zero, the Dreamer..."

……

"Not bad, it's mine now..."

After picking up the stone slab and examining it closely, the silver-haired woman confirmed that it was genuine.

As the saying goes, "Amon borrows money and never repays it." Touching this precious item, Ron immediately decided to keep it for himself.

"No, no, no, I'm just borrowing it!"

Ron eventually became the very thing he hated most.

……

15 Minsk Street.

"Digesting potions is so slow, maybe I should go and perform for Ron again?"

Hmm... Ever since I acquired this new ability, my fingers have become much more dexterous, and I can do anything with ease... And the "Crafty Person" ability is truly amazing; its essence is creation. I wonder if I can create Gundams after reaching higher sequences...

Klein Moretti was washing the dishes while his thoughts wandered.

Ever since that day when he accidentally performed a magic trick using a paper doll substitute and received cheers from the audience, and after consuming nearly a third of the magic potion, he has been missing that feeling.

So even if I might get beaten up, it's worth it to digest the potion!

Klein glanced at the clock and realized it was already 8:10 a.m., and Mike, the reporter he had arranged to go to the East District to investigate, had not yet arrived, so he felt relieved.

The agreement at the time was that if the reporter didn't arrive by 8 o'clock, the request would be postponed to tomorrow.

Okay! That's settled, let's go now!

(End of this chapter)