Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 334 Wrong Number! (3K)

"The assassination attempt failed!"

"Crival, didn't I tell you to observe that detective? Who gave you permission to make the first move?!"

In a dirty, single-room hotel in the East District, a middle-aged man with a flamboyant top hat and very thinning hair was loudly reprimanding his subordinates.

"That opportunity was once in a lifetime. If I caught him off guard, that detective would definitely be caught off guard. But for some reason, he seemed to have a premonition of my attack. An ordinary 'clown' could never do that!"

Krival was clearly puzzled as to why he had failed, and also couldn't understand why the detective who was on the same path but a lower rank than him had noticed something was wrong.

He remembered that he had interfered with the divination!

"Alright, let's not waste any more time. If we can't contact that strange chosen one, then we'll have to perform the ritual ourselves!"

"Under the leadership of that old codger Manolo, the situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for us. He even spouted some nonsense about Zarathustra being no god of mystery."

"They even call Zarathustra some kind of 'Fool,' if he's so good at bragging, why don't they ever perform any rituals or prayers?!"

"Our secret order has been showing weakness for far too long, and now we're almost becoming vassals of the Intis military. Look at the faces of those governors; they practically want to devour us all!"

The very sparse middle-aged man was extremely agitated and seemed to see little hope for the future of his organization.

However, the sudden appearance of the mysterious god provided a perfect opportunity for ambitious individuals like them.

Of course, it's impossible to believe them. Who would dare believe in an evil god that appeared out of nowhere? What they want to do is take this opportunity to reverse the weak position of the Secret Order.

"Uh, who will pray?"

Upon hearing his superior's words, Krival had a bad feeling. He took small steps back, as if he wanted to run away and let his boss find someone else.

"That's nonsense. If it weren't you, would it still be me?"

The balding man stared coldly at his subordinate, as if he were a clone that could be used at any time, or a secret puppet that could be abandoned at any time.

The "Master of Puppetry" remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed silently, somewhat regretting his impulsive decision to choose this assassination mission for the sake of profit.

Clearly, his style of doing things was out of step with most people in the secret order, and he was too easily swayed by his "emotions".

While the old and young silver coins were still observing the situation within the guild, he had already succumbed to the temptation of helping someone advance to demigod status and took the risk.

But now things are really messed up. Having betrayed the secret order, he can't go back, and he can't contact the chosen ones either. He's like a pawn being discarded in a power struggle between major forces.

"Never mind, let's grab what we can and run!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and finally took out three candles, carving a strange symbol on them that represented change, error, and a door.

Then, he recited in the difficult ancient Hermetic language:

"Lord of Mysteries, King of Time and Space, Beacon of Destiny"

"The fortune teller didn't undergo gender reassignment surgery later on!"

Upon hearing this, Klein breathed a long sigh of relief. As long as he didn't change his gender and didn't cause any trouble for his father, that was fine.

Before he could even finish catching his breath, he suddenly heard the beautiful woman humming and moaning:

"He's just a pervert!"

"..."

The short word left the great detective speechless for a moment, somewhat confused about what "pervert" meant.

"Heh, your next sequence is Faceless Man, which allows you to change your appearance, hair color, body shape, and scent. But when you reach Sequence Four, these abilities will be enhanced."

"You can become a man or a woman at will, you can even become an animal with a similar body size to a human, for example..."

"Curly-haired baboon!"

"So don't envy me, you big pervert!"

With a smile, the silver-haired lady patted the coffee table and elegantly sipped her strong liquor, adding a touch of high-sequence knowledge to the poor man before her.

Can anything be transformed?

Klein stared in disbelief, then his face flushed red, as if he had remembered something perverted and filthy.

"Ron, what's with those monocles? They all seem to be the same person."

The despicable fellow, feeling guilty, changed the subject.

Having digested the potion, Klein had achieved his biggest goal for the day and wasn't in a hurry to leave. Instead, he chatted with Ron.

"Are you talking about Ammon? Those are all His incarnations, whom I captured to serve as servants!"

"Him!?"

Klein screamed, never expecting that there was another angel hidden in this villa, and it seemed that the angel wanted to become his sworn brother!

Wait, what do you mean by "capture them to be servants"?! You've caused trouble again!?

In an instant, the great detective realized something was wrong, and then looked at the beautiful woman with sharp eyes, as if trying to force her to tell the truth.

"Yes, He is the thief's incarnation of the King of Angels. I captured him. Don't worry, even if the sky falls, there's always someone taller to hold it up."

After Ron finished speaking, she chuckled to herself, then leaned close to Klein's ear and whispered:

"Mr. Fool is so powerful, the mere angel king who is about to become a god is definitely no match for Him!"

Become a god instantly... King of Angels...

Mr. Fool is just a Sequence Seven!

Although he didn't understand the term "King of Angels," Klein, who had obtained the Black Emperor card, knew the significance of his impending godhood.

This indicates that the opponent has at least two Sequence 1 sets plus one unique high-end configuration. How can "The Fool" possibly win?

Sigh~ Maybe I should talk to that Amon. He seems pretty easy to talk to. At worst, I can become his sworn brother.

Klein was speechless for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes, but he became suspicious when he saw the wicked smile on Ron's face.

If you say Ron is stupid, Klein would be the first to disagree. This guy is very cunning and has a lot of useless knowledge. It's unlikely that he would offend an angel king for no reason. There must be some hidden reason that he doesn't know.

So, the little brat isn't just a Sequence Two, or does He have a way to escape from Amon's original form?

Klein's thoughts raced, and he calmed down a little. Then, as if realizing something, he twitched his lips, but in the end, he didn't dare to think about whether the little brat with such great strength had discovered that he was "Mr. Fool".

Logically speaking, Klein, who now understands more about high sequences and the mystical world, is no longer the novice he once was. The more knowledge he acquires, the more he understands just how powerful Ron truly is.

A single level-zero sealed artifact can destroy a metropolis, but what about an angel of equal power?

Klein didn't believe Ron was foolish enough to be fooled by him for so long and remain completely unaware of the hidden agenda.

After all, they've had far too many private interactions!

However, just as he had told Ron at the beginning, everyone has secrets, and because of their trust in each other, no one would pry.

This was an unspoken understanding between the two of them, just as Klein wouldn't pry too much into Ron's background.

I need to find a chance to test this little brat and see if he's really messing with me on purpose!

Klein shook his head violently, trying to shake off the "horrible truth" he didn't want to face. Just as he was about to mention investing in bicycles, he heard a series of indistinct and chaotic prayers.

Is it a male voice, like Little Sun or The Hanged Man?

"I'm going to the restroom."

He immediately got up and went to the hidden place, taking four steps backward to reach the gray fog.

Sitting in the bronze high-backed chair reserved for the "Fool," Klein saw the crimson star that was both contracting and expanding.

Not a member of the Tarot Club

Mr. Fool was somewhat surprised, but still felt a surge of spirituality, wondering who was making requests of him, the cult leader.

"Great God of Mysteries, I beg for your help. The assassination attempt has failed. That detective is formidable; I need an even more powerful Level 1 sealed artifact to deal with him."

The layers of prayers echoed in Mr. Fool's ears, his eyes gleaming, and the look of surprise on his face could not be concealed even by the clown's extraordinary abilities.

Because the clothes and figure of the person praying looked very familiar to him, and his spiritual intuition reminded him that this was the mysterious person who had just assassinated him!

What's going on?!

And sir, you've dialed the wrong number. Besides, you haven't even fought me. Where did you get the idea that I need a level one sealed artifact to deal with you?

This is a fraudulent expense claim!

"Fool" Klein paused for a moment, silently complaining to himself. As a former Night Watcher with rich experience, he immediately saw through Mr. Killer's purpose.

"Lord of Mysteries, King of Time and Space, Beacon of Destiny"

Klein pursed his lips, feeling that there was a big secret here. He pondered for a while, and finally revealed the same wicked smile as Ron.

"Go to 67 Williams Street, there's a Level 1 sealed artifact there."

There were also a few angels

He then silently added a sentence in his mind.

Frankly, the prayer connection established by the other party was enough for Klein to take them down with a score of 0-21, but he needed to figure out what was going on, why the other party wanted to kill him out of the blue, and who this "mysterious god" was, and why the prayer to Him would connect to the gray fog.

"You freak, did you hear that? It sounds like a plea for you~"

"Right now, you don't even have Source Essence, and even the prayers directed to you are being intercepted. How pathetic! Someone is taking your unique characteristics, your Source Essence, and now even the career you've worked so hard for is going to be taken away. Tsk tsk tsk."

The Time-Space Dominator's smug words echoed in the Old Celestial Venerable's ears, and his irritating appearance made Him unable to stop roaring in anger.

Even after being NTR'd for so long, he still hadn't gotten used to this kind of exciting gameplay.

"Shut up, this is none of your business!!!"

The "Lord of Mysteries" was like a powerless, furious old fish, stirring up waves in its will, wanting to break free from its body and kill that damned Klein Moretti directly.

That honest, unassuming guy is just too infuriating. Couldn't you be a little more despicable, a little more evil, a little more shameless?

(End of this chapter)