Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 361 The Crab Boss and the Rogue Boss (3.7K)

"no problem."

The spirit creature, who looked just like the rogue boss, bowed again, which stunned Klein, who unconsciously recalled his childhood.

Habakak picked up the bottle that had already been opened, turned it upside down, and shoved it into his obviously mismatched trouser pocket with a clatter.

The potion poured into the bottle did not spill out in the slightest, as if the pocket of this spirit creature called Habakak was some kind of four-dimensional pocket that would never be full.

It looks even more like it...

This inexplicable and nonsensical art style reminded Klein of characters from animated films.

"Hey, did you get your hands on the secret recipe for the Krabby Patty?"

After much hesitation, the "time traveler" couldn't resist the urge to flirt with Habakak, who resembled a "rogue boss."

"What is that?" Habakak was full of questions, his single vertical eye looking completely bewildered.

"Uh, yes, it's a popular food in Bikini Bottom, it's the Krabs' secret recipe. It's made by a very stingy crab."

Sigh~ As expected, no one in this other world can understand these things. Even that supposedly all-knowing "petty-minded" guy fell into the trap I prepared for him.

Frankly speaking, this is a good thing. If Habakak suddenly pulled out a Sea King Gluten at this moment, Klein would probably be scared half to death on the spot.

Taking the empty bottle after processing, Mr. "Faceless" looked at the unresponsive "Rogue Boss," and finally, shamelessly muttered under his breath:

"Um... the main ingredient for the Sequence 7 potion costs 1400 pounds. Just refund me 1000 pounds."

A long silence fell over the room, and even the howling spiritual wind seemed to weaken considerably.

Although Klein tried his best to lower his voice, Habakak still heard the great detective's words clearly in the room, which was blocked by the spiritual wall.

The crab owner you're talking about, could it be you?

The highly intelligent and rational demigod-level messenger's eyes flashed with extremely complex thoughts. After hesitating for half a second, it still took out some loose change from its pocket.

There were 1-penny coins, quarter-penny coins, silver coins of 1-felkin, and even gold coins issued by the ancient Kingdom of Trensust. The scattered coins piled up in a small heap looked to be over a hundred pounds.

Seeing the varying degrees of wear and tear on the coins, Klein felt a pang of heartache.

I'm such a jerk!

He mentally slapped himself hard, then quickly coughed and pushed all the coins back.

"I was just joking. I don't really care about such a small amount of money. Uh, time is of the essence, I need to end the summoning!"

Taking a deep breath and quickly coming up with a reason, the stingy guy saw the messenger stuff the coins back into his pocket and immediately ended the summons, starting to clean up the scene.

Once all this was over, Klein stood in front of a full-length mirror. He felt the distribution of his flesh and blood and used the extraordinary abilities of the Faceless Man to squeeze out a pair of A cups with all his might.

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No-Face is still too far-fetched; it's all just a change in appearance.

The great detective twitched the corner of his mouth, then quickly adjusted his body shape and facial features to feminize them, based on Sivir's male appearance.

Suddenly, he felt that the magic potion in his body seemed to be more compatible with him. Although it was not yet at the point of being digested, there were indeed slight changes.

It worked! If I can successfully deceive everyone, will I take the opportunity to directly digest the potion?

Perhaps because Ron served as a role model, he was prepared for this, or perhaps because he had set his sights on higher sequences, or perhaps because of his experience wearing skirts, Klein did not feel too embarrassed at this moment.

He silently recalled Ron as a teenager and as a mature woman, and suddenly a realization dawned on him.

No matter who you become, no matter if your gender or race changes, you can only be yourself.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror—black hair, black eyes, exquisite features, and a cold demeanor—Klein let out a deep breath.

From this moment forward—undercover agent Sylvia officially begins her mission!

With a stride, "Sylvia" pushed open the bedroom door, her long, straight black hair cascading down to her upturned buttocks, her imposing presence unwavering as she walked.

"Why did it turn out like this!?"

Why didn't you tell me I would turn into a woman?!

Klein stared wide-eyed, adopting an extremely resentful posture, glaring angrily at the mature woman reclining on the sofa.

As the saying goes, life is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills. At this moment, Klein suddenly felt that the "Faceless Man" potion in his body had been digested a little bit.

This means that his character design and performance were not wrong; at least Jessica in front of him completely believed that he was the subordinate she had seduced!

"Perhaps I should call you Sylvia now?"

"Don't make such a fuss. What's wrong with becoming a woman? We can still have fun if we want to..."

"Perhaps you'd like to have a grand banquet with me right now? But I guess you're not in the mood for that."

The "Pleasure Witch" slightly widened her eyes, carefully examining the resentful and pained expression on her subordinate's face.

She suddenly spread her legs and chuckled as she took steps in mid-air. Soon, the smooth, stringy mucus inside her lips reflected the dim, peach-colored sunlight.

The scene was still too stimulating for Klein, but fortunately, just as he hesitated whether to continue watching or turn his head away, Mrs. Jessica stopped her seductive actions.

"Let's go. You're now a full member of the Witch Cult, and we have an even more important task for you!"

"Time's almost up. I'll introduce you to some high society figures..."

Tearing off her semi-transparent silk dress, the hot and mature lady acted like an enlightenment teacher, first cleaning up the unknown liquid, then dressing herself, and pulling the blushing detective into a four-wheeled private carriage.

Am I a full member now? Shouldn't joining a witch's cult involve praying to the primordial witch? Did I just join so hastily?

Although he had some doubts, Klein didn't ask any further questions since Mrs. Jessica didn't bring them up, and pretended not to know anything.

"Where are we going?"

Inspired by Ron's cool and aloof voice, Klein made some modifications and began gathering information from the carriage.

"A truly wonderful place, a wonderful place to enjoy yourself, a wonderful place to satisfy your desires!"

A gentle breeze blew in through the carriage window as it moved along. Klein, with his long, straight black hair, pretended to be bored and looked at the scenery outside the carriage, despite the pungent smell.

The streets were filthy and smelly, pedestrians in worn-out clothes with numb and weary faces could be heard shouting and cursing at each other in the distance.

This is the East District!

Without much thought, the detective, who had accompanied reporter McJoseph to this place several times for investigations, instantly figured out where he was.

As his gaze wandered, Klein suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

It's him!

The great detective was taken aback, never expecting that he would end up back here after going around in circles.

That's Officer Taylor, a patrolman on Barrel Street.

It was the officer Ron dismissed with just a few words last week, the despicable guy who investigated his illegal possession of a gun!

"We're almost there, get ready to disembark from the carriage."

As soon as Jessica finished speaking, Klein felt the carriage turn a corner and stop a few dozen seconds later.

Pulling back the curtain and looking out, I found myself in a rather large courtyard. It was clean and tidy, with not a speck of dirt on the stone paths, creating a completely different world from the streets of the eastern district outside.

"Come with me, don't just stand there like an idiot!"

The "Pleasure Witch" waved and pulled her subordinates toward the interior of the courtyard.

"Help...help me..."

Just then, Klein's ears twitched, and he suddenly heard a faint cry for help.

SOS!? Someone here is calling for help!?

As the great detective surveyed the clean and tidy courtyard, a sudden chill ran through him; he had a feeling that something was amiss.

According to his analysis, this should be a stronghold of the Witch Cult, but shouldn't the stronghold be full of cultists who are carefully avoiding being captured?

Why are there cries for help?

"I think I heard cries for help?"

Taking a deep breath, the undercover agent slowed his pace and tentatively asked the baron's wife.

Jessica stopped in her tracks and turned her head in surprise to look at her subordinate, who had now turned into a witch.

"Heh, I thought you'd ignore it. Looks like you're kinder than I thought..."

"To be honest, I prefer your personality, Sylvia~"

As they spoke, the lady immediately changed direction, leading Klein around the main building in the courtyard, following the faint cry for help.

She still wore that alluring expression, as if nothing else mattered to her except for a hint of sullenness.

"Help...help me..."

The faint voice grew clearer and weaker, and its volume kept changing as it called out, sometimes loud and sometimes soft.

Finally, under the gloomy sky, Klein followed Jessica to a servants' quarters.

With a creak, the door opened, and a hoarse voice pleading for help, accompanied by soft sobs, rushed out, causing Klein to gasp for breath upon seeing the scene inside.

A girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old was seen with her hands and feet bound, her clothes torn to shreds, revealing large areas of her snow-white skin.

She was slumped helplessly on the table, her face bruised and purple, her eyes red and swollen, and she was making mechanical cries for help.

However, her efforts were completely destroyed by a large hand that tightly covered her mouth. That broad and powerful masculine hand sometimes loosened and sometimes tightened, making the girl's cries for help, which were suffering terrible torture, sometimes loud and sometimes soft.

Klein was stunned by the appalling scene before him, his fists clenched and his eyes flashing with lightning.

Just then, the man who was committing lewd acts inside the house suddenly noticed the presence of outsiders. He looked up sharply and saw Mrs. Jessica with a faint smile on her face and Klein with a sullen face and eyes that seemed to flash with lightning.

"Mrs. Jessica, what brings you here?"

He quickly pulled up his pants, revealing a lewd smile, and approached the "Pleasure Witch" in a fawning manner.

"What's wrong with you?"

The witch pointed to the girl lying on the table and asked playfully without any surprise.

"She's not very obedient and always tries to run away. The boss told me to teach her a lesson. You see, even though she's exhausted, I'm still making her call for help."

"This bitch wanted to run away and call for help, so I let her scream all she wanted. See, she's much more obedient now, haha..."

The man with a long, narrow face and a buzz cut laughed heartily, as if what had just happened was no big deal here.

"Oh dear, how pitiful~"

Jessica glanced at her subordinate, then moved closer to the powerless girl with a playful expression, pinched her cheek, and carefully examined her desperate and numb expression.

"Madam, I think we should treat her first. She's almost in shock. Whether it's to teach her a lesson or whatever, losing a life is always a loss..."

Klein took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, quickly came up with a reason, strode forward to take the initiative, and intended to help the poor girl up.

But at that moment, he suddenly saw a burst of black flames spread out from the void and instantly engulf him.

A violent vomiting sound suddenly rang out, echoing in the servants' room and in Klein's mind.

He watched as the girl vomited blood repeatedly, expelling her shattered internal organs, until she finally lay on the ground as if relieved, lifeless.

For her, having even her spirit burned to nothingness by the black flames could hardly be considered liberation.

"Sylvia, I like your kindness, and I like it even more when that kindness disappears."

"Remember this, she died because of you. If it weren't for you, she might have lived a little longer after enjoying herself."

Jessica remained unchanged, her expression the same, her aura still calm, as if she had only done something trivial.

(End of this chapter)