Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 398 Derrick: Your purity is too low! (3.2K)

Silver City.

"Your Excellency, this is mummy powder. The rituals and uses associated with it are closely linked to heterologous pathways!"

This was said by Mr. Fool himself, but his words seem to indicate that the mummy powder had another use, though it wasn't explained in detail. There must be a higher level of mystery involved.

As he pulled out the mummy powder he had acquired a few days earlier, "The Sun" Derrick's face was filled with sincerity and joy.

As for why it was received a few days ago but only brought out now, it's because doing so makes it easier for the six-person council to accept.

Clearly, this comes from the Hanged Man's experience in dealing with things.

At this moment, in Derrick's simple mind, "The Sun" believed that as long as he took out the bottle of powder according to the chief's hint, he would gain a considerable amount of trust.

The next step is to use the resources of Silver City to exchange for high-sequence recipes. Once the chief has successfully advanced, he will lead them to rampage through the world and head straight to the outside world.

However, he was unaware that Russell had once said:

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

"Very good, you have done a very good job. For your performance in this matter, you will be awarded the corresponding honors."

Upon receiving the glass bottle, which was clearly not a creation of Silver City, Colin Iliad's breathing involuntarily became slightly heavier.

This means that my guess was correct, that Elder Lovia of the six-person council was not lying, and that there must be a more prosperous new world outside the Dark Land.

At the same time, two dark green, complex symbols suddenly appeared in the eyes of the "demon hunter" as he carefully examined the so-called mummy powder.

It bears the marks of a curse, no wonder it's associated with a different species.

The chief of the six-person council remained silent. As soon as a thought flashed through his mind, he immediately took out other prepared materials to mix the potion in order to verify the authenticity of the knowledge inside the crystal ball.

10 grams of mummy powder, 60 ml of pure water, 10 ml of nightmare bile, and a pair of eyes from the abyss demon fish.

Within minutes, in the hands of a professional "demon hunter," a potion that could enhance male strength, stamina, and physical power appeared before Derrick, emitting a bitter smell.

"Demon Hunters" possess considerable knowledge in utilizing monsters and herbs to create potions, and arming themselves with these is essential for hunting demons.

The reason for choosing this medicine is that most of its ingredients are available in Silver City, which can ensure safety to the greatest extent.

"There's nothing wrong with this potion, but it shouldn't be taken in excess. The monsters in the Dark Lands are all more or less contaminated. The ointments used on weapons are fine, but oral potions can only be taken once in a short period of time."

"We need to test how much the potion can enhance the effect and what the side effects are."

Upon hearing the words of the Silver City chief, "Sun" Derrick immediately raised his hand.

"Your Excellency, I can give it a try!"

This is a necessary procedure to gain trust.

In the darkness, lightning flashed across the sky frequently and without pause, and two figures, one tall and one short, stood facing each other on the training field.

"Derrick, you're too short. Even with the potion, you couldn't possibly beat me!"

"Don't worry, I won't make you feel too much pain!"

Darko Riggins clenched his fists and flashed a hearty smile.

He was over two meters tall, with a muscular and robust body. Although the muscles were not very defined, they gave him a sense of solid strength.

As a good friend who had taken classes together, he knew exactly what Derrick was capable of. At 1.8 meters tall, he wasn't particularly outstanding in Silver City, so to prevent him from getting beaten up, Dark Riggins had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

"Dark, how do you know I can't beat you this time?"

Derrick was quite indignant at his friends' ridicule.

Without hesitation, fully trusting the formula provided by "Fate," he drank the potion in his hand in one gulp.

A wave of heat spread from my stomach outwards, covering my limbs and entire body.

Derrick Berg suddenly looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and stared straight at the bearded, two-meter-tall, muscular man opposite him, who was also a friend of the "Warrior" path.

At that moment, I actually found the other person to be quite handsome!

The imposing man who had just exuded an aura of power was now insignificant. In Derrick Berg's eyes, he had lost his domineering presence and seemed to have become a weakling who needed his protection.

this.

The power surging within him made Derrick sweep his hair back with both hands, and at the same time, his body unconsciously assumed an invincible stance.

"Come on, Dark, let me see your strength!"

Monday morning.

[Shocking! The illegitimate child of a member of the Kingdom's Upper House has been revealed; he was born late in life, and mummy powder is surprisingly effective!?]

[Shocking! A multi-millionaire in the kingdom actually did this. Is this a sign of twisted humanity or moral decay?!]

[Shocking! What could have driven a teenager in the prime of his life to commit such a despicable act?!]

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[Shocking! The situation in the Southern Continent is volatile; spies are among us. Be wary of those around you!]

[Shocking! The newly minted millionaire in Backlund is so ashamed he can't show his face in public; no one knows the true face of the steel mill owner hiding in the shadows!]

"Ha, foolish humans!"

Ron leaned back on the sofa and commented in a detached tone.

He then tilted his ear as if he had heard something, slammed the newspaper in his hand onto the table, clenched his teeth, and a blush rose on his soft cheeks.

Two days have passed since Ron teased the maid, and as usual, he spends his days either lounging on the sofa or playing games with Will Oncetin, who is also just coasting along.

With a new guy in the house who looked just like him, the blond boy finally didn't feel so lonely anymore.

Ron picked up the newspaper he had slammed on the table and glanced at it again. He was so angry at the strange and sarcastic thoughts that he felt dizzy.

The arrival of the blond boy was not as smooth as expected. Although he did not follow the usual path, the changes in capital still aroused the keen reactions of the factory owners, bankers, and nobles.

You stinking outsiders, you come to Backlund begging for food and don't even know to come and pay your respects to the Lord?

This is probably what they are thinking at this moment.

A mysterious tycoon who can easily buy a factory worth tens of thousands of pounds and has enough money to keep it running will be a striking figure wherever he goes.

"The first batch of steel has already been shipped out. Perhaps we can use the existing technology to produce some alloys. It seems there isn't much advanced equipment on the Southern Continent..."

The discovery and application of new materials and new energy sources are extremely important for the advancement of civilization.

In this situation, compared to steel, an industrial product with little technological content, producing alloys is actually more cost-effective.

The former can only be considered a building material. Although it can be used to make firearms and build ironclad warships, it is not what Ron wants.

Breakthroughs in materials have implications for many aspects, such as enabling better utilization of more advanced energy sources.

For example, nuclear fuel, or electricity, which is more convenient and cleaner.

This method of boiling water is far superior to that of the countries of the North Continent.

In short, the mind of endless wisdom is not only filled with pornographic content, but also with all sorts of knowledge, the development of civilization, the ultimate form of the most advanced civilization in the universe, the ultimate mysteries of the world, and so on...

These things that would make the god of steam and machinery kneel in adoration are the concrete application of omniscient authority.

The Southern Continent is now thriving. With Ron's support, everything is progressing steadily, from laying railways and mining resources to attracting merchants to trade using local specialties.

The cities were closely connected, and resistance forces were often stationed in various fortresses, which was fundamentally different from the previous disorganized state.

Although the envisioned kingdom has not yet taken shape, its interconnected fortresses and relatively well-organized army have allowed some insightful merchants to deduce some general details.

The concessions of the seven major churches did not make the situation more chaotic, but rather stabilized it considerably. However, the colonized cities remained unchanged.

The fact that the Seven Gods are giving face does not mean that the secret organization is giving face, nor does it mean that the countries of the Northern Continent are giving face, nor does it mean that the noble lords behind them are giving face.

Ignorance breeds fearlessness. Didn't you see that even the great God of Time and Space was treated like a beggar when he came to Backlund?

"Sigh, it's too slow. What can I do? I have to maintain the stability and balance of my faith. I like to be praised every day."

After considering that even the countries of the Northern Continent couldn't compare to his base, Ron abandoned the option of forcibly interfering with its development.

In some worlds, it is extremely difficult for the ultimate civilization, which seeks to grasp the truth of the universe, to even meet Him.

And now, Ron Sothos, a great being, is personally leading his followers in clearing land and cultivating the fields.

It has to be said, fate is truly wondrous.

But who can blame him when he's down on his luck, and there's a bunch of hooligans blocking the doorway, so he can't even get out?

"Carrot Cake"

Just then, as Ron looked aggrieved and confused, Miss Wraith placed the freshly baked cake on the coffee table with a blank expression.

"Sharon..."

The blond boy raised his head, opened his arms, and made a pitiful gesture as if he wanted a hug.

However, Miss Vengeful Spirit ignored her, her face remaining expressionless, and walked away without even glancing at her.

Since that day, it was as if nothing had happened between them, and they returned to their previous state.

Whenever Ron tries to hug, kiss, or nibble on someone, he is always met with a firm refusal and kicked away by the vengeful spirit.

"Maybe she thinks I'm not very faithful? But I haven't kissed anyone else, have I?"

The little fish finally reflected on itself for the first time, but ultimately fell into a long silence.

Because he discovered that he and Klein were essentially no different!

This is absolutely terrifying!

"Hey, don't you have anything to do? Aren't you the Speaker of the Council of Fate?"

"You don't actually think my house is a free workplace with room and board, do you!?"

As the carrot cake dwindled, Ron kicked Will Onsett, who was also slacking off, and took over the half-empty plate.

"Fate has already arranged enough; it doesn't need my interference!"

Faced with Ron's questioning, the Mercury Serpent appeared extremely self-righteous. It nimbly got up from the ground, returned to the other side of the sofa, and leaned back weakly, seemingly enjoying itself immensely, as if it were a useless piece of trash.

(End of this chapter)