Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 420 Time Management Master (3K)

"Is it Aria?"

"Did you become successful because you were chased to the brink of death for 'working'?"

"Why not recite the name of the Venerable One, and instead use this method?"

The moment the message was received, the eyes of the omniscient and omniscient god reflected the scumbag witch who was diligently cooking.

Although Arya Fee was a bit useless, she was still one of Ron's earliest subordinates, so she was always on his watchlist.

At this moment, the ageless witch looked quite healthy. With a rosy face and a relaxed mood, she was boasting at the dining table, giving psychological counseling to her believers who were feeling guilty for slacking off.

"Let me tell you, eat and drink as you please, don't take anything to heart!"

Life is short, so learn to enjoy it while you can!

"These are the words that the Lord personally demonstrated and instructed me when I was serving Him in His Kingdom!"

At the dining table, a witch with white hair and light blue eyes was lecturing while cutting a medium-rare steak.

Getting close to the "Primal Witch" is absolutely impossible, even if it means betraying the Witch Cult.

But when it comes to getting closer to the "God of Time and Space," Aria becomes quite interested. Anyone can just laze around and spend money all day!

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

"Praise be to God who brings us milk and honey!" *5

Seeing that her fallacies and heresies had garnered a response from most people, the scumbag witch nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good. When I see the Lord again, I will tell Him your names and let you..."

boom--

"Who dares to hit me? They're asking for trouble!?"

Just as the ageless witch continued to boast, she was suddenly struck on the back of the head with tremendous force.

The sudden attack did not trigger any warning from the spiritual intuition of this Sequence Three Saint. Before everyone's eyes, his head was smashed onto the plate.

The illusory sound of mechanical hands turning rapidly came, and a black and white world that had frozen everything suddenly descended.

"Arya, I'll skin you alive!"

Ron stepped out of the void, his words, laced with a chilling aura, instantly turning the witch, who was filled with rage and searching for the culprit, to ashes. She shrank back like an ostrich, knelt down tremblingly, and respectfully bowed.

"Master, my master..."

Ron's indifferent eyes concealed weariness and helplessness; there was truly nothing he could do about being stuck with this thing.

But in any case, it's still better than those weirdos at home...

At least the witch showed him respect to his face.

"You haven't prayed to me in ages, serves you right for being used!"

"Fate has a slight deviation, and desires have an abnormal, subtle increase."

"You have stepped onto an abnormal timeline."

The omniscient and omniscient god constantly investigated the past and future of his subjects and instantly realized that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, demigods like Arya have countless possibilities for the future, meaning anything is possible.

But this is just a general statement.

As a god who governs the past, present, and future, Ron can see the inevitable and unchangeable future that is destined for everyone.

He called this a "clear narrative," which is like a person's life from birth to adulthood and then to death. These decades of life are like a linear narrative, and what one encounters at what point in time is all predictable.

This is not a baseless fatalistic theorem, but is supported by sufficient logic, causality, and rationality.

Because "time" is essentially a linear narrative, encompassing all causes and effects, possibilities, logic, and the process of things developing, so too is fate.

What a person ultimately becomes is inextricably linked to their character and the paths they choose for the future. Their subjective initiative and the external factors and environment they passively encounter together constitute their destiny.

Now here's the question: to put it simply, what does it mean when a person's company is destined to go bankrupt at the age of thirty, but then an illogical and unreasonable force suddenly helps them through the crisis?

"There's a slight discrepancy in your timing, causing a shift in the visible timeline. This indicates that something is subtly influencing you, making you disconnected from the rest of the world."

"You shouldn't be so slow, even if it seems to suit your personality."

Looking at the scumbag witch kneeling on the ground with her clear, innocent eyes, Ron curled his lip, resisted the urge to slap her, and briefly explained what had happened.

Omniscience is not all the same. Ron's omniscience is based on authority built on linearity, while the Creator's omniscience is more inclined to analysis, learning, and thus achieving erudition.

"It's Him, it's the bearded man..."

Damn it, you bastard, couldn't you have told me what was wrong?!

The logic and linear cause-and-effect development of things led Ron to see Adam, who had just strolled around the area. His heart sank, and his face turned extremely ugly.

This bastard has such a low profile that he's like a stray dog ​​on the street, easily overlooked by everyone. For him to suddenly call for help under these circumstances, he must have encountered an insurmountable predicament.

As for what the predicament is, even if Ron doesn't use his brain, doesn't use logical calculations, and doesn't observe from a linear perspective, he knows who did it.

"Hmph, you should know what exposing yourself means."

"Or are you already prepared to fight me to the death?"

"Please make sure that bearded man is cleaned up; I don't want to see him at all right now."

There was no sound in the black and white world, only the witch's panting and Ron's words, which he didn't know who he was talking to.

The "Primordial Will" feigning death in his mind offered no response. The blond youth inwardly sighed in regret. He did not continue to test it, but instead solemnly instructed the ageless witch:

"Aria, go to the Church of the Night immediately and tell the Goddess of Night to prepare for the apocalypse, guard against unforeseen events, and also to let them..."

"Protect the anchor!"

"By the way, go to 15 Minsk Street and tell the detective there not to wander around aimlessly these next few days, and to stay at my place for a few days instead."

If the "Primordial Creator" truly revives, the struggle between the two "pillars" would be enough to destroy this ravaged planet.

In this process, once all seven gods' anchors are lost, it is very obvious who will return first.

This is a crisis powerful enough to destroy the world!

"Huh? What the heck? The Church of the Night?"

"Go quickly!"

Seeing the servant still standing there in a daze, the blond boy kicked him in annoyance.

The witch, having received her master's reward, immediately regained her senses. She seemed to sense something unusual, and without asking why, she turned and ran into the depths of the dark street.

"Heh, that's a quick reaction... You found the crux of the problem and responded in just over ten seconds. It seems that having the Seven Gods believe in you isn't just about neglecting your duties; it actually helps them lower their guard against each other a bit."

"Give up, Sothos. Look at what you've been doing. I'm struggling to recover, while you're lounging on the sofa by the campfire. There's no comparison between us."

"Help me, and I will return the authority within the Chaos Sea to you. This is a fair trade."

At that moment, a majestic and powerful voice boomed in Ron's mind, its words carrying a pride that surpassed that of the other "omniscient one".

"Shut up, you narcissist! It's not even certain who's on top between you and Fatty!"

Fight! Fight! Fight!

This scene delighted the Heavenly Venerable, who then began to sow discord in a despicable manner.

Let me see where you are.

Without exchanging barbs with the joking "Celestial Will," Ron's golden eyes flickered, emitting a strange golden light. The god's gaze, through a bizarre and grotesque perspective full of lines, followed the logical development of things, looking towards a luxurious villa in Queens.

The reason the Imaginary Angel came to find Arya was certainly not for the taste of a witch, nor to find a mother for Amon; it must be for something important.

For example, the progress of the ascension ceremony is crucial to whether the trend of the times will arrive.

"Palas Negan, so that's how it is. How interesting, all this happened right under my nose... The demons in the Guiding Plan were all just your wild imaginations. No wonder I didn't notice anything."

"Original Primordial, you actually went to the Abyss to sell your ass to demons! Did the 'Mother Tree of Desire' tear your back door apart?!"

In his line of sight, a golden line with spliced ​​marks yet seamlessly integrated stood out. This timeline spun continuously in Ron's hand, with countless abstract symbols constantly emerging on it, objectively depicting the entire process of the "Primordial Creator's" scheme.

"Heh, you've got something."

The boy nodded, giving a very good evaluation.

Frankly speaking, each of the three pillars has their own unique skills. Just as the "Primal Creator" can achieve his goals secretly, Ron can naturally uncover various useful information through various clues.

The cold night wind blew in through the cracks in the window, and the black and white world disappeared silently. No one noticed Ron's arrival and departure.

Tearing through real space and passing through layers of dimensions imperceptible to ordinary people, the golden meteor plunged headlong into the dark red abyss of depravity, capable of eroding everything.

The source of all evil, the land of depravity, the abode of demons, the filthiest, most depraved, most chaotic, and most polluting place in the entire world.

Even angels can fall and lose control here, and even gods can be corrupted and drown in filth!

The abyss is bottomless and boundless in darkness, with layers upon layers of darkness swirling within it, shrouded in mist, seemingly without end.

These mists are pungent and acrid, emitting a strong sulfurous smell, and they are continuously spewing out from the cracks in the earth's surface along with the magma.

From the depths of the continent, composed of scorching rocks, came mournful howls, as if demons were roaming the crimson earth.

The golden meteor was like a sun, radiating boundless light and illuminating this deep, dark, bottomless world.

Its arrival caused everything around it to melt away and be destroyed, leading to the final destination from which nothing could escape.

(End of this chapter)