Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 391 Passing it down: The God of Time and Space is no good (2.8K)

As for whether sacrificing mummies or using mummies as materials would cause psychological distress to believers, Ron believed it would not.

It was because of the ancient Highland Kingdom that the tradition of mummification was preserved, or rather, because of the need for materials, that the custom of mummifying the dead came about.

Mystical materials are useful to whoever uses them!

However, the way the countries of the Northern Continent use this method is truly anti-human, and their level of thinking is far too advanced.

"What are you doing? I'm just a child. If I don't get enough sleep, I won't grow tall!"

Awakened by a kick, Will Oncetin glared resentfully at the culprit, childishly wanting to retaliate with a kick of his own.

His short legs stretched out straight, but after a few attempts, he sheepishly withdrew them.

The mere ten centimeters difference felt like an insurmountable chasm, driving Him to despair.

"I know where to buy it; it's definitely top-quality stuff, but..."

Mercury Serpent jumped off the sofa, came to Ron's side, and started counting its credits on its fingers.

"Look, I've been taking care of all the leftovers in your house, and I even shared the burden of dessert so you wouldn't overeat. Most importantly, I've helped you catch the 'Time Angel,' so could you..."

The 1.4-meter-tall black-haired boy smiled like a cunning fox, finally unable to hide the constantly wagging tail behind him.

"Sorry, I only like pretty girls. Of course, someone like you who's been rebooted into a girl doesn't count!"

Her long, golden hair, reaching past her ears, left afterimages as she swayed, causing Will Unsett to take a small step back.

"Hey, what are you thinking? I was asking if you could help me accept uniqueness. What are you thinking?!"

As we all know, true masters never call themselves masters; they often refer to themselves as noobs.

Truly lucky people never loudly proclaim their good fortune; instead, they constantly lament their misfortune.

Will Onsett is undoubtedly the latter. Otherwise, why would a dignified Sequence One like Him humble Himself here and serve others? Is it simply because there are delicious and unlimited desserts here every day?

How is that possible?!

There are two ways to accommodate uniqueness: the first is to hold a simplified version of the initiation ceremony, and the second is to forcibly accommodate it through the power of those who transcend the sequence.

Regarding the path to godhood through destiny, the first option was out of the question, while Will Unsett could already see a glimmer of hope in the second.

It's such a good deal to trade all your luck for this opportunity!

The gifts of fate always secretly increase in price. Because of Ron's special status, as long as he appears in front of Will Unsett, he will receive a corresponding reward.

Because this was caused by the other party's wish and was a stroke of luck, it can be said to be predestined.

"Your shamelessness rivals that of a dragon's defense; let's see how you perform."

The blond boy raised his head and gave a somewhat reluctant groan.

"Alright, you said it yourself, you promised to help me, so I'll take you to find the mummy powder right now!"

How lucky! There happened to be a member of the School of Life in Backlund.

Without the slightest hesitation, Will Onsetin's eyes lit up, and he excitedly tossed Ron's coat and shoes over.

Perhaps it was just luck, but Ron simply stretched out of habit and his heavy, windproof dark coat ended up on his body by chance.

At the same time, the shoe happened to land on Ron's path, and with just a little effort, it slipped perfectly into his shoes.

As the door opened, a gust of cold wind blew out, causing the coat rack to sway. Coincidentally, a black fedora fell from the coat rack onto Ron's head.

This is much better than that quill pen from 0-08.

With a rare sigh, the young man, while enjoying the services bestowed upon him by fate, buttoned up his shirt and coat and set off in the cold early November night to find the "sacred object" that all men dream of.

West End, Dacovelas Street.

Having traversed space and returned to reality from a higher dimension, the blond boy, along with a 1.4-meter-tall boy full of curiosity about everything around him, arrived at the entrance of a herbal medicine shop.

In the moonlight of the deep night, the herbalist shop's doors were tightly shut. Ron glanced upwards with his golden eyes and saw the simple signboard above.

Lawson's B&B Herbal Shop.

"You mean this is run by members of your Life Science School? Then why didn't you have them deliver the mummy powder to your door? Why did you drag me here in this freezing weather to buy it?"

Staring at the mercury serpent, whose heart wasn't exactly honest, Ron asked without a hint of curiosity.

The blond boy knew Will's little scheme all too well.

After all, the other party needed his help, and simply handing him the mummy powder was definitely not as good as leading him out to buy it together.

Even if they didn't achieve great things, they still put in a lot of effort.

"Well, just tell me if you've found it or not!"

He muttered something under his breath, then raised his hand and pushed against the tightly closed wooden door.

"Baby, don't run away..."

Inside the herbal shop, Rosen Darkwell drank a bottle of potion that glowed green and playfully chased after the streetwalker who was dressed only in a thin veil.

Ah, this wonderful feeling! I knew I made the right choice in choosing this path...

The feeling of heat spread throughout the body from the inside out, and finally receded and surged into the lower front part of the body.

The fabric was propped up in one corner, like a mushroom growing in a rainy forest.

The chubby pharmacist's breathing suddenly slowed as he carefully sensed the beast hidden within his body.

In that instant, he lunged forward and deftly grabbed the streetwalker he had paid two pounds to invite to his home.

"Sweetie, I'm coming in~"

Rosen Darkwell took a deep breath, and just as he was about to tear off the fabric to show off his masculinity, a relentless, loud banging interrupted his actions.

Who is it that has no sense of public morality?

"Let's ignore him and continue."

He took another deep breath and ignored the knocking outside the door. But just as he was getting into the mood and preparing to continue, the loud knocking came again.

Bang bang bang!

Are you crazy?!

The relentless pounding completely disrupted the fat pharmacist's emotions and rhythm. He took a deep breath and got up angrily, wanting to see who was so inconsiderate as to disturb his good time in the middle of the night.

"Hmph, let me tell you, Roy King's students are excellent in both character and academics, speak elegantly, never sell counterfeit goods, and are destined for great things!"

"Really?" Ron asked with a suspicious look.

"Of course, I am the leader of the Life School, so I know every member very well. At least that's what Roy King told me back then."

Will Unsett was brimming with confidence, as if showing off his brilliance and prowess in front of Ron.

Bang bang bang!

"Who is it, staying up so late at night?!"

The chubby pharmacist simply draped a long robe over himself, then abruptly flung open the door, eager to see which little cutie was being so rude.

"There's nobody here."

He scanned the surroundings, finding no one in the deep darkness, and muttered something under his breath, which infuriated Will Onsett and Ron Sothos.

This chubby guy is the first person in all this time to dare to openly ignore them!

"Lower your head, we're here!"

With a helpless twitch of his lips, the speaker of the Life School glanced at the blond boy whose face had also darkened, raised his hands and shouted loudly, which finally attracted the attention of the ordinary members of the Life School.

Rosen Darkwell looked down and this time discovered two short men hiding in the darkness, which made him laugh.

"Oh, so you're two shorty kids. I don't have any medicine here that can make you grow taller. If I were you, I'd go find the patrolling police and then obediently go home to my mom!"

You're so ugly!

Ron clenched his fist tightly, about to step forward and beat the fat guy half to death, when he felt Will Onsetin close behind and grab his hard fist.

Turning to look at the Mercury Serpent's complex gaze, the blond boy gleaned the following information:

Brother, don't be impulsive, someone could die. I'll go talk to him.

Ron remained silent for a moment, then finally pursed his lips and stood aside.

"Enough nonsense, do you have mummy powder? We came specifically to buy that!"

Will Oncetin stepped forward and asked clearly.

Mummy powder? Are kids these days precocious?

If they actually ate it, they probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

Feeling the heat radiating from his body, and glancing at the two ignorant brats outside the door, Rosen Darkwell immediately adopted an experienced tone and advised:

"Ha, you guys?"

His words were filled with a touch of sincerity and a dash of disdain, which made the Mercury Serpent pause for a moment and subconsciously ask a question.

"What do you mean, 'just us'?"

"Is that even a question? What I mean is, even if you ate mummy powder, it wouldn't help. Having only hardness without length is completely useless!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't waste this money. Wouldn't it be better to use it to buy a pacifier than mummy powder?"

As the fat pharmacist spoke, he extended his little finger, squatted down, and waved it back and forth in front of Ron and Will, a knowing, mocking smile playing on his lips.

Minors should just go home and nurse!

(End of this chapter)