Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 384 Honest Man Amon (3.2K)

Do not! ! !

Snowflakes are falling, and the north wind is howling.

"Mysterious, you must be strong!"

"That's right, you dead monster, you are the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Profound Yellow, transcending the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements, immortal and indestructible. At most, you'll just be dormant for a while. Look, I'm here with you now~"

Upon seeing the miserable state of the "Lord of Mysteries," Ron and the primal will within him seemed to feel a pang of pity, so they offered words of comfort and psychological counseling.

It's like being a prostitute while trying to maintain a virtuous image—utterly shameless.

Hearing these words of comfort, the old celestial being was speechless for a moment, unsure which bitch to curse first.

He remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly realizing the seriousness of the problem, and then began to discuss the terms in a formal tone he had never used before.

"Fatball, you should know that without me, your essence will be sealed forever!"

"We don't need to go this far. You be your God of Time and Space, and I'll be my Lord of Mysteries. The universe is so vast; we can divide and conquer it."

You should be able to tell I'm being sincere.

Upon hearing this, Ron frowned, cleared his throat, and replied:

"You freak, after all these years, you should know my character. I am both kind and noble."

"Ha, come on, you're petty, despicable, and shameless, and you even have to pretend to be disgustingly innocent!"

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" had no patience to listen to Ron's boasting. After making a sarcastic remark, his violent will gradually subsided, and he shrank back into this body as if nothing had happened.

There was neither loud crying nor shouting, nor any outburst of anger, as if everything Ron was doing had absolutely nothing to do with Him, "Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity".

The blond boy fell silent for a moment, a reaction that made him somewhat uneasy.

"No way? You really cried?"

Suddenly, Ron's will manifested, tilting its head to carefully examine the old Celestial being enveloped in layers of tentacles.

"Get out of here!"

With a "bang".

Ron's will was whipped away by the tentacles, and his vision changed rapidly before finally settling on the room with its layers of seals.

It seems my personal charm is quite good, as I have so many subordinates.

Ron took a deep breath, glanced at the angels he had tricked and deceived, and waved his hand.

"Alright, get back to what you were doing. Are you all gathered here trying to play the game of fighting evil?"

"It's not impossible."

Will Oncetin seemed quite interested, staring intently at Ron, as if he wanted to take a gamble to redeem his freedom.

Although her accumulated luck has been taken away, Mercury Serpent believes that no one can beat her at the poker table, thanks to her card skills and the special nature of her destiny.

My card skills are entirely due to my own efforts, and have absolutely nothing to do with luck!

Upon hearing this, Ron rolled up his sleeves and sternly reprimanded him:

"You're such a chatterbox. Is this the time to play cards?! Do I look like such an unserious person?!"

after an hour

"A straight flush, three twos and two kings, that's it!"

"Hahahaha, you little brat trying to mess with me? You're still too green!"

The blond boy laughed heartily, took away Will Onsett's millennia-old collection, and completed his wage recovery plan.

Part-time jobs are common and easy to find everywhere, but this is the first time I've seen someone working in the opposite direction.

Amon, now a black cat, stared blankly at the scene before him. His thoughts were frozen, and he remained motionless, as if he had been transformed into a golem.

Is this the time to play cards?! You look down on me, Ah Meng, that much?! There's a limit to insulting someone, isn't there?!

If internet keyboard warrior Klein Moretti were here, he would surely understand what the Angel of Time is going through right now.

That's the kind of cold violence that only extremely terrifying, extremely insidious, and extremely vicious people can unleash.

The best course of action for someone like Amon, who takes advantage of others' kindness, is to simply ignore him.

Of course, the premise is that you have enough strength so that you are not manipulated by them.

Seeing that time was almost up, Ron decided to call it quits. He kicked aside the somewhat agitated Mercury Serpent and gave the order in a pretentious manner:

"Alright, I can't do anything with you guys anymore. I've had my fun with you all. Now go do whatever you were supposed to do!"

It was clearly your idea to play this game.

Pales Zoroaster pursed his lips, glanced at Amon, then at the two departing angels, and suddenly a smile bloomed like a chrysanthemum. He went to Ron's side and whispered:

"Oh dear, I've completed all the tasks, but now I'm an old man and I don't even have a place to live in my old age. What am I going to do?"

"The Southern Continent has beautiful scenery and fresh air, this...this..."

Three thousand years east of the river, three thousand years west of the river, never underestimate the poor in old age!

The story of Palez Zoroaster is undoubtedly very inspiring. Logically speaking, an old man like him who is out of touch with the times should not only be unable to revitalize his family, but even his own survival is questionable.

Fortunately, good deeds are rewarded, and the smiling old man is never too unlucky.

To those incompetent descendants who can only band together for warmth and are utterly useless, Pales says that only their ancestors can carry them on.

This is probably a vivid and figurative explanation of the saying "smoke rising from ancestral graves".

"Shall I bestow upon you another high noble title, so that the name of the Zoroaster family may resound throughout the world?"

Ron looked speechlessly at the old face that resembled a chrysanthemum, and considerately offered a suggestion.

"Hehe, that won't be necessary. Nobility is outdated. You can give my family a hereditary councilor position!"

The old man is quite modern!

"It's up to you, but if that's the case, you'll have to fight for it yourselves."

Ron did not refuse Pales's request. An archangel had the privilege to make such requests, and the fact that Pales had taken the initiative meant that Pales was now bound to him, which was undoubtedly a good thing.

Having made a promise and sent away the "still vigorous" ancestor of the Zoroaster family, Ron then turned his attention to the black cat lying leisurely on the soft mattress.

He stepped forward, pushed it down, and after giving it a good rub, Ron flicked the two exposed little bells hard.

"I'll take your monocle, but you can keep the two portions of the Time Worm's properties."

Although Russell was a master of plagiarism, the sentences he copied were all quite reasonable.

For example, Ron thought the saying "even a rabbit will bite when cornered" made a lot of sense.

Despite the layers of suppression he faced, he did not believe that the Heavenly Venerable was truly powerless.

At least he could think of one thing: to find an opportunity to devour each other with the other two pillars, triggering that irresistible aggregation effect once again, returning everything to chaos, and reawakening the original creator.

At that time, the entire universe will be rebooted, and everything in the world will cease to exist. Even if Ron Sothos fully returns, he will probably only be able to be toyed with.

In this crazy and chaotic world, every step is like walking on a thin steel wire hundreds of meters in the air. Only by trying your best to maintain your balance can you achieve that unseen possibility that only exists in theory.

"Fatball, you're such a bitch!"

Within his will, there seemed to be an invisible voice of cursing echoing, and the blond boy pursed his lips as his heart gradually calmed down.

"Heh, interesting. The description in the clone's letter is still not enough. I didn't realize you were such an indecisive person."

"Impressive, impressive! You're so aloof, you're amazing!"

You took my uniqueness and then pretended to be doing it for my own good. I've never met anyone like you before.

Amon really didn't know how to mock him; after all, his words were powerless in the face of such a shameless fellow.

"Hmph, you should be secretly happy. If your father hadn't given you to me as his son, you would have been dead long ago."

In verbal sparring, Ron never admits defeat; with just one sentence, he leaves the Time Angel speechless with anger.

He stepped forward, grabbed Amon, and the figure of the God of Time and Space disappeared, returning to 67 Williams Street.

As soon as Ron returned, he saw that Amon's clone, who had been unable to take care of himself that morning, was now fully recovered and was leaning against the wall of the first-floor living room, looking at the struggling black cat with amusement.

"Oh, isn't this the real me? You had a change of heart and couldn't bear to leave me here alone, so you deliberately got caught and came to keep me company, right?"

These sarcastic words carried a hint of resentment and helplessness.

What happened, boss? I've endured so much hardship and you still got caught!?

Are you even capable?!

"Yes, I mainly wanted to see if you were doing well. I'm most considerate of my clones..."

The fat black cat spread its paws, striking a human-like pose that looked incredibly eerie and frightening.

Ron ignored the two Amon's nonsense. He simply raised his hand and threw them together, merging the two Amon into one. At the same time, the seal set by the clone was also applied to the Time Angel's main body.

"What is this thing?!"

Even though he had anticipated it, the real Amon was still so angry at the despicable seal that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Thieves are plagued by guilt once they steal; how could you do such a thing?!

"Hmph, stop wasting your breath. From today onwards, you're an employee of Honest Man Steel Factory!"

"I hope you can complete your transformation soon and become a truly honest person!"

Disdainful of arguing with Amon, Ron took out the wishing lamp that Will Onsetin had given him again and wiped it very perfunctorily.

"Speak up if you have something to say."

There's no need to be so reluctant.

Sensing the call of the "collaborator," the golden, distorted, blurry figure of the Child of Chaos appeared.

His existence is unknown to most people in this villa.

The reason, of course, is that these angels who drank the potion were not worthy to speak loudly to His great Son of Chaos.

However, the Son of Chaos was genuinely afraid of Ron, who was essentially the same as Him and even stronger than Him.

Putting everything else aside, the ability to push the "Lord of Mysteries" to this point is enough to make Him give up thinking about anything else.

"I'm giving you a task: keep an eye on Him. If He breaks the law or violates regulations, you'd better deal with him to death."

The blond boy pointed at Amon, which startled the "genie" for a moment before he realized what he meant and burst into laughter.

The enormous laughter caused ripples to spread through the space, shaking the entire villa and causing the rules within the house to undergo dark, distorted, and terrifying changes.

"I'm sure I can satisfy you!"

Faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the Child of Chaos had no reason to refuse. If he couldn't take revenge on the Lord of Mysteries, could he at least take revenge on the "mistake" that had become sentient?

(End of this chapter)