Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 345 The Long-Awaited Tarot Meeting (3.2K)

"Ha, very good, Arya. If you can accomplish this, I'll forgive you for eating hot pot!"

His palm swept across the surrounding space, and an invisible sharpness instantly severed the invisible spider silk that was binding his body.

Ron gently stroked the witch's white hair with his fair hand, letting her lick it repeatedly.

The gentle biting of teeth, the slippery sensation of the tongue, and the warmth of breath all combined to erode this delicate area, which was no bigger than the palm of your hand.

"As you command!"

The ageless witch gave a vague answer, her hands moving upwards from the thighs she was holding, gradually touching the two full, rounded breasts.

"Alright, Aria."

The silver-haired woman both liked and disliked her servant's behavior.

It goes without saying that she, Ron Sothos, enjoys lewd things.

As for the annoyance, it was because the witch beneath him was indeed blaspheming.

However, the witch's skills were so good that Ron was always somewhat captivated, yet he always maintained a clear boundary.

Judging from this, this witch is quite capable.

If Arya were Sequence Zero, or if Ron had taken a liking to her, she wouldn't mind bestowing a favor upon her and having some fun with her.

"Alright, get on with the business!"

With a slight push of her palm, the white-haired witch sensed Ron's impatience and immediately stepped back, ending her intimate interaction with the deity she worshipped.

Maintaining a youthful and energetic demeanor in front of those in high positions not only allows her to rapidly digest the potion, but also generates feelings of tension, excitement, and exhilaration within her.

The thrill of offending the gods and blaspheming faith was irresistible to the witch; each time it ended, she would be so excited that her face would flush and her body would tremble slightly.

After all, that is a god who looks down on the real world and is revered by thousands!

With a step and a turn of his body, Ron passed the witch who was kneeling in place, savoring the taste of her master.

"Tsk, why do I always feel like I'm the only one being taken advantage of?"

Although the awkwardness is a matter between two people, Aria's feelings are always hard to explain.

Entering the living room, Ron leaned back on the sofa, picked up the Daily Observer from the coffee table, and leisurely began to look for something to amuse himself.

Newspapers are a great and practical invention, and these oddballs in Ron's villa enjoy glancing at them every day.

His blood-red eyes flickered slightly, instantly locking onto the biggest headline on the front page of the newspaper.

The end of the demonic serial killer!

It is reported that on the evening of October 16, the vicious serial killer who murdered thirteen women and threatened public property and personal safety was discovered on Dalram Street in the West End.

When the police found the monster, it had been dead for some time, and its body appeared to have suffered inhuman torture.

It's hard to imagine who could have such means to ambush and kill a villain who has committed serious crimes on the road!

"Hmm, I did it, so praise me!"

Ron's blood-red eyes brightened slightly, and a bubble of anticipation welled up in her heart. She quickly looked down, wanting to see how the newspapers from a few days ago had praised this nameless hero.

This is a trampling of the kingdom's laws, a provocation against public safety. We do not need thugs to punish another thug!

The Siviras field stated that they would track down this cunning, cruel, and ruthless villain as soon as possible...

The silver-haired woman's vision went black. She threw the newspaper aside, knowing there was no need to read any further. Ron knew there wouldn't be anything good to read next.

"Blind to the truth..."

Having silently memorized the name of the reporter who covered the news, the petty-minded Ron picked up today's newspaper again.

Cults are resurfacing in the Southern Continent. How can we be wary of the deceptions of these emerging churches and return to the embrace of the true God?

"What the hell?!"

The evil god's vision went black again, and he immediately threw down the newspaper, turning it to ashes.

……

2:50 p.m.

"You bastard, I'm going in! This time I'll really savor the taste of Source Castle!"

As the time came, the silver-haired woman began to tease the mad and cunning will within her in a cheeky manner.

"Get out of here!!! You're disgusting, filthy, and despicable!!!"

The old celestial being roared angrily, his usual amiable demeanor gone, clearly indicating that the unpleasantness between the three of them a few days ago had not yet subsided.

Even though it had been done seventeen times already, the fact that his nemesis was invited to taste his precious treasure still left him unable to calm down for a long time.

Fortunately, thanks to Toron, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" can still savor the Chaos Sea.

As for who the primordial will should taste, it is naturally the characteristic belonging to Ron in the Chaos Sea.

The relationship between the three of them is intricate and chaotic. Although their lives are full of ups and downs and often accompanied by "arguments" and "bickering", that's life. What else can they do?

He rubbed the crack on his cheek, his slender fingers reaching inside to clean it. As juices spilled out, Ron successfully stopped the old man's endless curses and insults.

"Hmph ╯^╰, shut up, you bastard~"

After teasing the adorable old Celestial Venerable as usual, and thoroughly rubbing him under his feet, Ron's will glanced at the omniscient and omnipotent being standing calmly to the side.

"What, don't you have anything to say, Yuan Chu?"

"Sothos, don't try that on me. You're not going to get any information out of me!"

"Instead of fighting each other, let's cooperate and achieve a win-win situation. We don't have any fundamental conflict."

"You be the ruler of your spacetime, and I'll be the lord of my celestial realms!"

Within his will, the grand and majestic voice echoed with an air of innocence, as if it had no deep-seated hatred for Ron, and readily sought cooperation.

"Ha, if you want to submit to me, you don't need to beat around the bush. Just say it directly. If you pledge your allegiance to me, I will surely resurrect you!"

Ron retorted with a similar load of nonsense, saying she hadn't forgotten who killed her—the "Original" being the core of their two personalities.

Is it too late to play innocent now?

However, before Ron could finish his sarcastic words, the utterly despicable and shameless Old God chuckled.

"Fatball~ It's not impossible for me to call you master. Think about it, I'm much more useful than a narcissist."

"I can transform into any form to satisfy you, like that Amanisis, or that vampire progenitor, or any type you fancy. I've thought about it, having children isn't out of the question, but the bride price must be the Source Castle."

What are you talking about?!

"You're being mysterious, have some shame!"

"You monster, be normal, you're scaring me!"

The shamelessness and despicable nature of the Old Celestial Venerable completely refreshed the two pillars' understanding of His bottom line. In order to be resurrected, He even resorted to such despicable tricks as selling His body.

It can only be said that even the "Lord of Mysteries" cannot escape the involution of competition.

At this moment, the primordial will seemed to sense something and immediately declared in a grand and majestic voice.

"The notarization is valid, Sothos, why are you still tempted?!"

How could I possibly be moved by that?!

The pillars must not, and should not, be like this!

Glancing at the old Celestial Venerable covered in tentacles, even as an "omniscient and omnipotent being," the Primordial Will could not imagine such a grotesque scene.

What is even more unbelievable is that Ron Sothoth, who seems to be just a little shameless, is so shameless and has almost no moral bottom line.

"I, I didn't! Stop talking nonsense!"

"The endless wisdom of omniscience and omnivision"—a hesitant and awkward explanation.

To be honest, she did feel a tiny bit of attraction just now, but only a tiny bit.

Loneliness is something everyone can understand.

However, Ron's performance made the Celestial Master's heart pound with fear, much like a talkative little brat encountering a serious old man.

He truly did not expect that someone would be even more courageous than him.

"Fatball, are you serious?!"

"I was just kidding, don't take it seriously. You can have any of that Source Fortress you want, just don't try anything with me!!!"

Upon hearing the seemingly genuine "notarization" from the Primordial Creator, the Old Celestial Venerable retracted his tentacles, curled into a ball, and withdrew from the "mini-theater," disappearing from sight.

He's really no good at having children.

"Pah! Disgusting! You will be burned in the fires of hell!"

The Celestial Lord strongly criticized and condemned Ron's fearless XP, and then disappeared without a trace.

The mini-theater quickly came to an end, and the argument between the three pillars lasted only ten minutes.

At three o'clock sharp, the deep red light spread like a tide, instantly engulfing the silver-haired woman's entire field of vision.

But at that moment, the two streams within his body disappeared, as if his reclusive, violent will had suddenly erupted. They sensed the connection with the deep red star and tried their best to influence this body, wanting to take over this part of the connection.

Unfortunately, their efforts were in vain. Ron, who was prepared, simply moved his finger and kept them out.

"Is this really a good thing for you two?"

Damn it, it's always the same. On Tarot Day, those two guys put on an act, trying to lower their guard so they can pull a fast one.

That's a fucking dog!

The silver-haired woman closed her eyes, devoting most of her will to suppressing the two bastards, while the remaining small portion of her will entered the Source Castle through the connection.

An endless gray mist drifted outwards, stone pillars stood tall, supporting the high dome, and an ancient, mottled long table sat there as if it had existed for thousands of years.

Even though it wasn't his first time here, Ron couldn't help but complain that Mr. Fool's poverty was ingrained in his very bones.

This table is so old, can't we just replace it?

Her bloodshot eyes swept across the room and found no new members. As she looked somewhat disappointed, she suddenly noticed a playing card with an ornate and intricate pattern printed on the back of Mr. Fool's table.

"I see," the silver-haired woman nodded silently, understanding why Klein knew so much about the "Black Emperor."

Poor Mr. Fool, he actually treats this thing as a treasure to demonstrate his own status.

But ironically, these bumpkins in the Tarot Club actually fall for this.

Unlike Ron's rebellious nature, Audrey Hall perfectly embodies what it means to be a "fool's" sweetheart.

She first glanced at Ron subtly, then looked at the person at the head of the table and bowed to the organizer of the gathering:

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

"Good afternoon, Destiny, madam~"

Miss Justice's cheerful greeting improved Ron's mood considerably; her brows relaxed, and she smiled and nodded.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice~"

(End of this chapter)