Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 411 You All Possess Unique Skills (3.5K)

"..."

"I don't know how to tell you..."

"Do you know all this to become an ancient scholar?"

Shaking his head, the blond boy stared at the Time Angel with displeasure, as if trying to see a flower bloom on His face.

Having sealed his memories and authority, Ron was just about to experience a time-traveling adventure as a protagonist when he encountered two scoundrels fighting to the death, even dragging him into their mess. Ron would never tell anyone about this.

That's so unlucky, I'll be laughed at.

"Heh, alright..."

Time Angel, still wearing that cheerful expression, shrugged slightly and continued helplessly:

"I'm going to give a speech at a bar. I've noticed that people in the East End especially love this kind of talk; it seems they still aspire to this kind of social model..."

Amon flicked the booklet in his hand, his expression suddenly becoming even more delighted. A slight smile played on his lips as he continued, seemingly unconcerned:

"I wonder what kind of expressions those poor guys will have if I lead those workers in a protest, and then sell them all after we've actually achieved our goal."

"Will it split apart, or will it just spin around aimlessly like a headless fly, or perhaps..."

Before the angel could finish speaking, a dinner knife flew towards him. Amon seemed to have anticipated this, and he dodged to the side, avoiding the silver cutlery that was aimed straight at his head.

Amon is still Amon; trying to change him is as difficult as changing a dog's eating habits.

Perhaps, as the old celestial being said, being despicable and shameless does not mean one does not do good deeds in the superficial sense; it's just that their true purpose is more about finding amusement for themselves.

Rebel!

Ron took a deep breath, his nose almost crooked with anger. There was nothing wrong with the other side organizing a workers' march, but Amon's sinister intentions were clear from his infinite wisdom. The reason he put on this show was entirely to target him.

Not only that, Amon also openly told himself this, and put on a hypocritical act of becoming a good person, as if to say, "Go ahead and hit me, you idiot!"

Ugh! Disgusting!

At this stage, Ron, the factory owner in the Kingdom of Loen, is among the top. His earnings of hundreds of thousands of pounds every minute are enough to make anyone call him a big capitalist.

"Hey Ron, I think you're going to have some bad luck lately..."

At that moment, at the dining table, Will Onsett took a big bite of vanilla ice cream and tugged at the blond boy's sleeve.

His expression showed hesitation, as if he had learned some earth-shattering secret, and he looked at the 1.5-meter-tall man who was in a fit of anger.

Just now, He received information from the members of the Life School, and His little face immediately turned bitter, as if He had no expectations for the future.

"I didn't do it, so why am I so unlucky?"

"Just focus on your meal, why are you worrying about everything?"

With his golden eyes fixed on the Mercury Serpent trying to escape, Ron reached out and ruffled the head of this precocious young man, offering a rather disdainful word of comfort.

"Who would believe you if you said you didn't do it..."

The 1.4-meter-tall figure muttered something under his breath, then glanced around at the lavishly decorated giant villa, his expression suggesting something like...

Brother Luo, let's divide our luggage and go our separate ways!

Upon hearing this, the blond boy fell silent for a moment. He immediately turned his head and looked at the vengeful spirit next to him who was elegantly cutting a pan-fried veal steak.

"Do you believe I did it?"

Ron asked in a flat tone.

"I don't believe it."

The vengeful spirit's tone remained devoid of emotion, and her ethereal voice made her words sound less firm.

Why?

Ron raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise.

"If you had done it, you would have shouted it out loud, feeling proud rather than ashamed..."

"..."

Heartbroken.

Upon hearing this, the blond boy was speechless.

Frankly speaking, this matter has nothing to do with him. The troublemakers were his own followers, and the ones who died were the subordinates of the Seven Gods. What does this have to do with him, the God of Time and Space?

Although that's what I said, I doubt anyone would believe it if it got out.

"You dog, you've got the guts to do it but not the guts to admit it, huh?!"

Suddenly, Ron cursed inwardly, which caused the two violent and eternal wills to burst into wild laughter.

Regardless of the final outcome, his ambiguous relationship with the Seven Gods has come to a complete end.

Although this day was bound to come sooner or later, its early arrival still gave Ron a bad feeling.

"Humans are strange. If you're too strong, they'll be jealous of you, afraid of you, resent you, and be wary of you, always trying to bring you down from your pedestal..."

"If you're too weak, they'll bully you, suppress you, and toy with you..."

"Only those who are like them, neither outstanding nor dull, will feel comfortable accepting you and treating you as one of their own..."

Ron Sothos was already very familiar with those sordid aspects of human nature and felt particularly disdainful of them.

If he had lost everything and regressed to Sequence Two, he had no doubt that when the Seven Gods discovered him, they would try every means to capture him.

Outer Gods are not necessarily ignorant of human nature; on the contrary, they have an extremely deep understanding of it. For example, the "Mother Tree of Desire" can manipulate all kinds of desires, both negative and positive, which cannot be understood or judged by common sense.

Who dares to say that the desire to protect others isn't a desire?

Who dares to say that procreation and having erotic desires are not legitimate?

Who dares to say that these desires are not part of human nature?

Ron casually popped the last piece of frosted candy into his mouth, wiped his hands, and went back to his room.

The blond boy made no attempt to defend himself; he refused to take the blame and there was no point in trying to explain.

Even if Ron really did do it, he would only respond with one sentence:

What does it matter to you if I destroy you?

Why should a giant waste his breath on the trust of an ant?

With the red moon hanging in the sky, Backlund in November had become quite cold. The heat from the fireplace, flowing through the pipes, dispelled all the chill from the luxurious villa.

Without a sound, darkness descended, and Ron's eyes suddenly became lifeless. He swayed as if he were about to fall into a deep sleep.

"You must give me an explanation. The traces left at the scene, as well as the sacrificial incantations and magical symbols, all point to you, and the remaining power confirms that it belongs to you. My chosen one has fallen because of this..."

In the dream, in a garden filled only with night-blooming jasmine and deep-sleeping flowers, Amanisis's cool voice reached Ron's ears. Her exquisitely beautiful face was veiled by a black veil, making it impossible to discern her thoughts.

"Ha, Amanisis, you still have the nerve to come to me with this kind of trash."

"It's just a few deaths. Given the nature of the Seven Gods, it shouldn't warrant such a large-scale operation."

"Gentlemen, since you're all in this dream, stop hiding. Why don't you dare come out and see me in your true form?"

In this vivid dream, Ron looked around and saw the other six hidden gods.

It's always the eldest brother who says what the second brother is doing. Back when we killed the "Ancient Sun God" and destroyed the Solomon Empire, these gods weren't so "merciful" at all. They even demanded an explanation.

"Your Excellency, this was absolutely not our intention. It is only because our followers have perished and the believers in several cities have been wiped out as a result that we must find out what exactly happened."

At this moment, an old man wearing a long robe and with a beard, holding a heavy book in his hands, appeared first. His voice sounded like that of a man in his sixties or seventies, and his words carried the politeness of a wise person. He did not directly question her like the goddess of the night.

"You treacherous one, I believe we should have an understanding, but you've destroyed it outright!"

A ray of light appeared, illuminating the surrounding darkness. A figure made of sunlight was no longer hidden. His tone was full of annoyance. As soon as he appeared, he took a step forward, as if to put some psychological pressure on Ron.

With the appearance of the god of knowledge and wisdom, the Eternal Sun, a sudden change occurred in this dark dream, and the other four gods were no longer hidden.

One of them was a giant, six meters tall.

One is a plump, mature woman holding a baby.

A rugged-looking man with long, dark blue to almost black hair, standing on the waves.

Another one was a robot that Ron had already seen, covered in pendants.

His gaze swept over the various Sequence Zeros, each with its own purpose, and the blond-haired boy smirked and laughed.

"What, do you want me to give you an explanation too?"

"Or should I find a fair referee to settle this matter between you?"

At this point, Ron disregarded the fluctuating emotions of the Seven Gods, pointed to the "Eternal Sun," the "Lord of Storms," ​​and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom."

"Let me see, three traitors, dare to speak of betrayal and treachery in front of me?"

"Are you guys here to be funny?"

Hearing their dark past being ruthlessly exposed, the three gods' faces instantly turned ugly. They wanted to refute it, but seeing those all-seeing golden eyes, they felt guilty.

Betrayal is betrayal, no matter the reason.

This is nothing to be proud of.

The blond boy's lips curled up slightly, and he pointed at the six-meter-tall giant.

"Oh, here's another heavyweight, a guy who killed his father to become a god."

"Shut up!"

Upon hearing this, the giant roared angrily, but quickly restrained his right hand, which was gripping the greatsword.

He clearly did not expect the God of Time and Space to be so disrespectful; how could negotiations begin with such a direct confrontation?

"Hmph, and there's also that grumpy, complicated old woman. Your son killed your husband, don't you want to get revenge?"

"Or was it that the Giant King was too big for you to handle, which is why you had your beloved son kill him?"

Ignoring the "God of War's" angry glare, Ron pointed at the voluptuous woman, her honeyed lips still working as usual.

However, the deity's reaction was rather indifferent, causing Ron to curl his lip in disinterest.

Following the order, the blond boy's gaze fell upon the God of Steam and Machinery, who was slightly raising his head and puffing out his chest.

"What are you so proud of?"

"To be honest, your IQ and EQ need improvement, but you are a rare talent."

Ignoring the "steam engine" who had promised to help him, Ron glanced at him and looked straight at Amanisis, who was wearing a black dress adorned with stars, the edges of which were blurred as if she were blending into the night.

"As for you, ha..."

"Hard to say..."

What kind of talk is that?!

But it's hard to say for me!

Even though she was prepared to be criticized, the Goddess of the Night couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance.

This little thing speaks so rudely!

"Alright everyone, you should all calm down now. A few people have died, it's nothing to worry about."

"I can tell you're all highly skilled, but your morals are practically nonexistent. What brings you here today?"

The blond boy raised his arms, his tone still calm and powerful. Although he had just started mocking everyone, he made the scene extremely quiet.

His meaning was clear: stop spouting grand principles, stop using justice and settling scores as a pretext, and stop trying to use this as an excuse to make a fuss in front of me.

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"You must submit to our supervision; you're too dangerous!"

After a while, the impatient "God of War" spoke first and went straight to the point, saying what the gods had already discussed.

An outsider, an existence no different from the ancient Outer Gods beyond the barrier, is too dangerous. Even if he is hostile to the Outer Gods, he is still not to be trusted.

Ron raised an eyebrow, unsurprised, and tentatively asked:

"What if I don't agree?"

"Then we will not offer you any assistance, and if necessary, we will send you back to space!"

(End of this chapter)