Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 392 I curse your penis to become three centimeters long (3.2K)

What Emperor Rosell said was true; looking down on people is probably what he meant.

Although most people had to look down when looking at Ron, the fat man's gesturing made the blond boy unable to suppress his anger.

Ignoring the fact that everyone was more sarcastic than the Red Angel, Ron delivered a flying kick that sent the fat pharmacist flying five or six meters away.

"What are you going to do?"

The fat pharmacist, who was flying in mid-air, exclaimed in surprise. His chubby figure crashed into the herbal medicine shop, causing chaos. Various bottles, glass items, and other objects shattered all over the small, dimly lit space. Even the door leading to the inner side was smashed to pieces by Rosen Darkwell.

The "Pharmacist" rolled around on the ground. Even though he had already advanced to Sequence Eight and his physique had been enhanced to some extent, he still couldn't get rid of the residual effects of that kick.

Damn it, I feel like my insides are all twisted into a knot.

"Who exactly are you? I don't think I've ever offended you!"

Feeling the power of the kick, the pharmacist, who was groaning and unable to get up from the broken furniture, was so frightened that his penis shrank back.

Damn it, you really don't know how to repent!

Did you forget about it as soon as you finished making a sarcastic remark?

Upon hearing this, Ron, who had already turned away and was about to let the other party go, turned back again. Amidst the fat pharmacist's terrified screams and the streetwalker's gasps, he ripped off the fat man's pants from a distance.

Golden eyes looked disdainfully at the half-erect object caused by the potion and fright, and a detached yet authoritative voice was like an evil demon from the abyss.

"In the name of Ron Sothos, I curse your penis to never exceed three centimeters, and to lose all desire for women, from this moment forward, without my permission, and never to change!"

As soon as those authoritative words fell, the candlelight that had been lit in the room for the sake of ambiance suddenly shrank, remaining only as small as a grain of rice curled up on the wick. The surroundings seemed to be affected by something, suddenly becoming dark, a darkness that light could not penetrate.

"Me, me, me"

The fat pharmacist, Rosen Darkwell, was so frightened that he couldn't speak. He watched in horror as his penis shrank inch by inch, becoming thinner and thinner until it finally stayed below three centimeters. Even though he had drunk the most effective "endurance" potion, he couldn't change its size in the slightest.

Frankly, Rosen Darkwell had seen many powerful Beyonders, but he had never seen one so bizarre, so evil, so vicious, and so adept at crushing the hopes of others.

This is no different in essence from the devil in the abyss!

Seemingly unable to accept this outcome, the fat pharmacist rolled his eyes, his obese body stiffened on the ground, and he completely fainted.

"That's truly devilish. I remember Roy King's apprentice chose to become a pharmacist precisely because of this."

With a silent sigh, Will Unsetin prayed for good luck, while growing increasingly wary of Ron.

I'm afraid that one day I might upset him and he might really tie a knot in my mythical creature form.

"Put your clothes on and leave. This is not a place for you."

"Okay, okay, sir."

Summoned by the fat pharmacist, the streetwalker, who was already terrified, responded, hastily put on her clothes, and hurriedly left through the crater that Darkwell had smashed.

This scene is beyond reason, and it's still nighttime. Running away from the scene is the most sensible thing for a normal person to do.

"Is this what you mean by 'excellent academic performance and character'?"

"Your school of life studies is nothing but gambling addicts and lecherous scoundrels, isn't it?"

Once the surroundings quieted down again, Ron turned his head, his golden pupils fixed on Will Onsett, his words laced with an unsettling sarcasm.

No, there are also charlatans.

"This is only a small part!"

The Mercury Serpent stubbornly refuted Ron's words, refusing to acknowledge them.

A cold November wind swept through Backlund. Time seemed to stand still as the chubby Darkwell opened his eyes in a daze.

In his dazed state, he suddenly saw the terrible demon that had cursed him. Desperate and terrified memories surged back, and Darkwell's heart stopped, almost causing him to faint again.

"You should watch your mouth. Roy King's parenting was a complete failure. Didn't he tell you not to make sarcastic remarks and offend people in the Extraordinary World?"

Because you can't guarantee you won't encounter someone petty.

Although he was speechless with frustration, Will Unsettling's youthful face betrayed not a single flaw.

"Do you know the old man?"

He knew the old man's name and was likely a member of the school of thought.

Upon hearing the words of the 1.4-meter-tall man, the fat pharmacist did not immediately reflect on himself. Instead, his eyes were filled with surprise and anticipation, as if he had found an unnecessary value and meaning in life.

Noticing that pleading gaze, the 1.4-meter-tall man tugged at his collar, raised his head, and spoke with the air of a superior:

"Boy, I am the leader of the School of Life and the president of the Council of Fate. If I weren't here today, you probably wouldn't even be alive!"

You, the speaker?

The curse from the God of Time and Space was clearly only a temporary fix. Darkwell was about to launch into his usual rant when he abruptly changed his mind, letting out two dry laughs:

"Ah, hahaha..."

"What proof do you have?"

Three centimeters was already hopeless enough; he didn't want it to go inwards.

"You can confirm this by reciting my name. I remember that after you joined the School of Life and became an apothecary, you swore to me that you would never reveal the potion recipe to any outsider."

Reminded by Will Onsett, and with the effects of the drug wearing off and his calm returning, the fat pharmacist finally sensed that faint connection.

He was initially excited and incredulous, but then his expression fell as he recalled their conversation outside the door.

"You're here to buy mummy powder!?"

"Oh dear, this is truly a case of the flood washing away Pasu Island; even family members don't recognize each other."

"What Emperor Rosell said makes a lot of sense."

Darkwell grumbled as he got up, not daring to look at Ron, and ran straight to a corner of the messy shop. He pulled out a few vials of potion and drank them to alleviate his physical injuries. Then, he quickly took out a glass bottle containing powder from a locked box.

"This is it!"

Darkwell handed over only 300 grams of mummy powder to his superior's superior, rubbing his hands together somewhat embarrassedly.

"Cheng Hui, that's £60 in total."

"This isn't the property of any particular school of thought; you have to reimburse me!"

As soon as he said this, Will Uncrestin instantly felt a gaze on his back, a gaze that contained curiosity, mockery, and disdain, as if to say, "You think you're the leader of the Life School?"

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"Go to the underground casino tomorrow and play a couple of rounds; I've given you plenty of luck."

The 1.4-meter-tall man was speechless, feeling that the fat man in front of him not only had a very annoying mouth, but his behavior was also a disgrace to Will Onsett.

But what can He say now that things have come to this?

"No, what I mean is that the mummy powder is free, but could you please remove the curse?"

"I was wrong, I'm guilty, I shouldn't have mocked your height."

The fat pharmacist had already squatted down, his fat face full of worry and distress, and he tried to get help from the leader of the life school in a pleading tone.

Without his strong and mighty second brother, he simply couldn't imagine how he would survive.

Damn it, I should have listened to the old man and chosen the lucky path; then I wouldn't have ended up like this.

"This is for your own good, so that you won't be corrupted by witches or some unknown contamination, or tempted by some evil thing."

"Alright, stop pretending to be pitiful after getting a good deal. It's a high-level curse after all, and it can provide you with some assistance in certain aspects."

Upon hearing this, the fat pharmacist's eyes widened in disbelief. He breathed heavily and shouted, not too loudly:

"What do you mean by 'for my own good'? If you mean for my own good, you can just say so directly. Why use this method?"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence and immediately shut his mouth.

Damn it, I really need to change the way I talk, otherwise I'll be resented even when I mean well.

"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who wields good fortune."

Ron lit a white candle and began his offering to the great "Fool" in his bedroom, raising his hands high with a smile on his face.

After waiting for several minutes, the godlike "Fool" seemed to have just woken up before accepting the sacrifice.

After a while, the swollen candle flame gradually shrank back to its normal size. Ron picked up the dried, black fruit he had received and smelled it.

This was the reward for exchanging mummy powder for Silver City. Although Ron didn't lack such spiritually rich things, it was a last resort.

Practice makes perfect. You can't just trade for level zero sealed items or high-sequence items rich in divine properties right away, can you?

Ron walked out of his bedroom and into the recreation room on the second floor. He put the black fruit in his mouth and chewed it, revealing an expression of enjoyment and pleasure.

"Sharon, would you like one? This is a specialty from the Land Forsaken by God!"

The blond boy looked at Sharon, who was dressed as a female ghost and had wandered into the entertainment room, and waved to her enthusiastically.

From the land forsaken by God?

The vengeful spirit, who had been wandering aimlessly and suffering from insomnia, perked up instantly upon hearing this. Curious, she floated over and took the things Ron handed her.

The black fruit may not look big, but it gives a feeling of being compact and solid.

Just as she was carefully examining it, she suddenly saw Ron put another one into his mouth, enjoying it as he savored it.

It seemed to taste quite good; he was even willing to share it with me.

Seeing this, Miss Vengeful Spirit was quite moved. She immediately reverted to her human form and took a small bite.

A bitter, foul, and pungent smell immediately surged from her mouth. This intensely irritating taste instantly overwhelmed Sharon, causing her to collapse to the ground, tears and snot streaming down her face, her delicate features contorted in agony.

It tastes awful.

"Hahaha, you actually believed that!?"

Seeing this, the blond boy immediately spat out the foul-smelling thing in his mouth, slapped his leg with one hand, and pointed at Sharon with the other, laughing loudly.

Miss Wraith's expressions were more varied than ever before. Her delicate face made all sorts of expressions, completely losing her usual indifference and composure, which made Ron feel very satisfied.

Sure enough, bullying vengeful spirits is the most fun.

(End of this chapter)