Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 333 Mr. Fool is still a nobody (3.8k)

Just as Amon was about to defeat Klein, he suddenly sensed a cold, unsettling gaze fixed upon him.

A frantic spiritual intuition issued a warning, and the Time Angel's lips curled into a helpless smile as the clones scattered in all directions.

After all, the last guy who was so interested in "Source Castle" had already developed an extraordinary ability, and under Ron's gaze, he was truly terrified.

Although Amon remained defiant while being beaten, only he knew the true extent of the pain!

"Heh, I think this guy is interesting. I think we could become good friends."

Pushing up his monocle, Amon, who was in charge, looked at Ron, who was leaning on the second-floor stair railing, and gave an explanation with an awkward smile.

"Hmm, I advise you to be honest, this isn't a good thing for you."

A tall, graceful, silver-haired woman issued a cryptic warning, as if the angel king named Amon would vanish from this world in the next second.

The will of the "Lord of Mysteries" is like a persistent plaster, and a part of Him is currently active within Ron's body. Therefore, it is difficult to imagine whether true gods can still emerge from the three paths of "Diviner," "Thief," and "Apprentice" in the Fifth Age.

According to the little she-wolf, this is not allowed in the Fourth Age, because regardless of whether the ritual is complete or not, it will lead to the resurgence of the will of the "Lord of Mysteries".

Amon clearly understood this principle as well. After all, Zarathustra, who had become a living example, had just been killed a few days ago. Without becoming a true god, mastering the source matter would be of little use and would instead be a burden and a hindrance.

Goodbye, funny guy~

Patting Klein on the shoulder, the Son of Creator left the first-floor hall with a pleased smile, heading off to continue his work elsewhere.

Not working would violate his inner "moral restraint," and eating and drinking for free would obviously hurt his conscience, so Amon had to work continuously to relieve his inner anxiety.

When it comes to exploitation, one has to look to the all-knowing and all-seeing wisdom. Even if a dragon flew over Ron's head, she would still pluck two scales from his head.

"Ron, I don't even recognize you anymore, you've changed so much! What's your female form's name? Is it also Ron?"

As the eerie and unsettling aura vanished in an instant, Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief and awkwardly greeted the silver-haired woman.

Because of the obstruction above the gray fog, Klein couldn't see clearly, but when he actually saw the little kid's other image "offline," he admitted that he was amazed.

Aren't you curious why I've become like this?

Ron raised his high eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

"Everyone has secrets, and I won't pry until you voluntarily confess to me, and besides, you seem to have mentioned it before..."

The great detective took off his top hat and coat, and casually hung them on the coat rack by the door, showing Ron a great deal of trust and respect.

As for knowing that the other party was an angel, Klein didn't mention it much. What did it matter if he was an angel or not? In his eyes, Ron had always been that annoying, arrogant guy.

If all angels looked like Him, the world would be better off destroyed... But I always feel that He matured a lot after taking this form...

"Ha, Klein, don't envy me. You'll change too someday. Believe me, you'll definitely be even more beautiful and charming than me!"

Upon hearing this answer, the silver-haired woman's lips twitched slightly, revealing a crucial piece of information.

What does that mean?

What do you mean I'll change in the future?!

How could you utter such words from those 37° angled lips?!

Upon hearing this, the great detective's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Having a karmic connection with a certain path, he immediately thought of the witch.

In an instant, Klein felt a chill run down his spine and looked incredulously at the silver-haired woman with that familiar, wicked smile.

Ron is still Ron; even though his appearance has grown up, his essence remains the same.

This extremely familiar feeling made Klein a little dizzy, and his gaze towards the silver-haired woman was no longer so unfamiliar, but rather became extremely painful.

"Ron, what do you mean by this? What's behind the fortune teller's path?!"

Good heavens! If Mr. Fool from the Tarot Club were to become Ms. Fool, that would be hilarious! He can't even imagine Ms. Justice greeting him every Monday afternoon!

Good afternoon, Miss Fool.

Just thinking about it sent chills down Mr. Fool's spine.

"Klein, some paths, once chosen, cannot be reversed~"

Seeing that the poor fellow looked like he had long hair but little brains, the silver-haired woman's wicked smile widened, and she began to bully this pathetic nobody.

"What does this mean?"

Using the clown's abilities to suppress his facial expressions, the great detective quickly reached the second-floor platform in three quick steps.

He intended to grab the little brat's shoulders as usual, shove him against the wall, and question him.

But upon seeing that delicate yet resolute beautiful face, Klein's hand, which was raised halfway in the air, froze, and he was at a loss for what to do.

"Tch~, Klein, you're not still a virgin, are you!?"

"I suspect there was some kind of curse on your Night Watch squad back then, a curse that kept everyone a virgin. Old Neil was like that, Dunn was like that, and now you are too!"

"The sad thing is, Dunn has a wife now, but you don't!!!"

"Look at you, such a coward, you've never even held a girl's hand before!?"

"No way? No way? There really are people who have never even held a girl's hand~"

Suddenly, the silver-haired woman pointed her finger directly at the great detective. Her eyebrows relaxed, her mouth opened wide, and she looked like she had just passed away happily. She launched a fatal mockery at the great detective, who had his fists clenched.

Heaven help me, the great and boundless wisdom is not wrong, even in his previous life, "Zhou Mingrui" did not have any sweet love history.

The only time I confessed my feelings to my first love, I was rejected!

Damn it!!! In my past life, I was a handsome young man from the surrounding villages...

Why does this little brat seem to be getting more and more vicious with his mouth?!

Klein Moretti gritted his teeth, wishing he could pin Ron to the ground and spank him!

"Hmph ╯^╰, trash~ trash~"

Seeing the silver-haired lady's arrogant demeanor, Mr. Fool finally lost his temper and launched the long-awaited divine war once again.

He took a step forward, tripping Ron's right leg with his right foot, while simultaneously reaching out his palm to press down on Ron's fair, smooth face and shoving him hard backward.

He was going to knock this brat to the ground; Klein Moretti was going to avenge himself.

"Today I'll show you who the real trash is!!!"

Ten seconds later...

"Ouch!!! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!! I was wrong, I was wrong!!!"

"I'm a nobody, I'm a nobody!!!"

In just a moment, the great "Fool" was defeated once again, hastily ending this divine battle and recognizing the cruel reality.

In this battle, Mr. Fool, though not unparalleled, was easily defeated, collapsing the moment Ron counterattacked.

However, unlike last time, he actually endured the torture of having his fingers cracked for a full ten seconds.

That's a huge improvement, congratulations!

"Klein, you should be Sequence Seven by now, how come you're still so weak?"

Taking a deep breath, Ron pinched his ring finger and asked in a low voice.

What do you mean I'm still this bad?! It's amazing you've lived this long with that kind of talk. No, He might just be an angel by nature.

Klein pursed his lips with a complicated expression. Clearly, this sharp question had hit a nerve. He rolled his eyes and shook his head with a hint of helplessness.

"Ron, you don't understand. In this day and age, Sequence Seven is already considered a mid-sequence, a mainstay of various churches..."

Yes. The captains of each Night Watch squad are all Sequence 7. They are by no means weak, okay?

He muttered to himself, then gave a very serious explanation.

"Ha, can't you compare yourself to someone you like?"

She squeezed her ring finger again, causing the humiliated detective to writhe wildly on the ground. Seeing his disheveled state, the silver-haired lady's mental exhaustion actually improved considerably.

You're the time traveler, aren't you? What do you mean by comparing yourself to the best?!

"Let go immediately!!!"

Klein Moretti's lips twitched. He clearly hadn't expected to hear such remarks even in another world. Seeing that the beautiful silver-haired lady was still sitting on his back and showed no sign of letting go, he immediately shouted in great anxiety.

If it were a little kid, it wouldn't matter; no matter how much a brat messes around, it doesn't matter. But he was an old virgin who had never experienced being so close to a beautiful lady.

Mrs. Sharon's doesn't count.

The great detective curled the corners of his mouth and muttered to himself.

Without a sound, flames flowed out of Klein's pocket like water, enveloping his entire body in the blink of an eye.

Flames leap!

Suddenly, a fire broke out in the pocket of the coat hanging by the door. The weak flames shot up and grew to be more than a meter tall. The great detective, like a skilled magician, leaped out of the flames and escaped the silver-haired lady's control.

In that instant, he froze on the spot, feeling the "Magician's" potion being digested within his body, as if it were the approval of the servants around him.

I've decided you're my brother.

It worked!!! However, Ron didn't receive any cheers from the audience; he seemed to have anticipated that I would do this... Well, that makes sense, he's an angel, and if he really wanted to deal with me, Flame Leap might not be effective...

Klein Moretti's eyes immediately lit up, his thoughts racing as he quickly analyzed the current situation.

Just now, he "The Magician" digested a full half of the potion!

"How was Ron's magic show?"

The great detective seized the opportunity and bowed to the silver-haired lady who was still on the second-floor platform.

"Not very good..."

He curled his lip in disdain; the great and boundless wisdom clearly looked down on such petty cleverness.

"Is that so? Then I'll die right here!"

Before the detective could finish speaking, he pulled a revolver from his waist and aimed it at his own chest.

Before Ron could react, he fired two shots.

What the hell!

The strong smell of gunpowder filled the lobby on the first floor. Seeing that the poor guy hadn't used any doubles or dodged the bullets, Ron immediately cursed inwardly.

Is this how you digest potions?! Are you playing with your life?!

Endless Wisdom knew perfectly well why Klein had come, and she was happy to help him. She was right there; whether he could digest the potion depended on his own abilities.

But clearly, the great detective succeeded!

A ripple appeared in the void, and Ron arrived at Klein's side almost the instant he fell to the ground.

"Hey, you poor bastard! Klein!"

With a quick glance from her blood-red eyes, the silver-haired lady breathed a sigh of relief, for the great detective was completely free of blood, with only traces of gunpowder remaining.

At this moment, Klein, noticing someone beside him, opened one eye and sat up with a smug look on his face.

Red stars seemed to appear before his eyes, attracting each other and constantly converging, which meant that the "Magician's" potion had been completely digested under the gaze of a great being!

Ron alone is worth a whole group of Amon!

"Look, you've never seen this before, have you? This is my invention... no, this is a bulletproof vest I copied from Rosell's invention!"

Klein Moretti was in high spirits. He immediately ripped open his shirt, which had been pierced by bullets, revealing a strangely styled paper vest underneath, and introduced the high-tech product to the "country bumpkin" people from another world.

This was a special preparation he made for the performance; it was armor folded by a "craftsman" using extraordinary abilities and a great deal of spiritual energy.

Klein tested it and found that the paper vest could withstand three ordinary bullets before losing its properties and reverting to being fragile paper.

Of course, if he weren't Sequence 7 and his spirituality had increased significantly, he wouldn't have been able to create such armor.

Magician's Code of Conduct: Magicians never perform unprepared acts; the audience's applause is the best feedback!

This works?!? The extraordinary abilities I gave you were just for you to fool me?!

Ron was stunned for a moment, his blood-red eyes widening slightly, clearly not expecting Klein's outrageous move.

Her face flushed red, feeling both ashamed and annoyed at her momentary worry.

Bulletproof vest, huh?! I'll show you what bulletproof looks like!

The silver-haired woman raised her long leg and kicked the great detective between the legs, causing Klein, who had just stood up, to lie back down.

Looking at the "magician" rolling on the ground, and seeing the mixture of pleasure and pain in his eyes, Ron snorted disdainfully and turned to leave.

You're blaming me for the bulletproof vest not protecting against bullets?

(End of this chapter)