Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 421 Fishing (3K)

If the abyss at this moment is a blackboard covered with writing, then Ron is a wet rag, taking everything around him as his own.

The whole world seemed to have reached its end, about to be destroyed and dissolved into nothingness.

"A bunch of small fry, they'll stop howling once you kill them all."

Golden eyes were filled with indescribable malice as the demons vanished silently into the river of time without leaving a trace.

Well, according to the "giant" of the Twilight Hermits, the Demon King seems to have been severely corrupted, and new species of demons have been born in the Abyss, which should all be caused by the corruption of the Outer Gods.

The corruption from the Gift isn't strong; at most, it can only reach the level of a demigod...

Feeling the destruction that had just occurred, Ron kept making plans in his mind.

The most urgent task now is not to deal with them, but to find that bastard, re-nail the coffin, and put the coffin lid on.

Damn it, why can't you just lie still? Why am I so unlucky? I encountered this as soon as I came into this world!?

His golden eyes suddenly revealed a hint of pain, and the endless radiance he emitted abruptly stopped, then burst forth endlessly in all directions.

"You bastard!"

Ron's handsome face contorted drastically as he spat out a mouthful of blood that was a mixture of gold and silver. He loudly provoked, clutching his chest, and behind him emerged illusory golden pointers inlaid with various crystals and gems.

There was no dial, no grids or numbers around the pointer, only a circular, ethereal outline, as if something was missing there.

It is now slowly rotating, and time begins to flow in leaps.

At this moment, the abyss, known as the source of all evil and the land of depravity, trembled violently.

The earth shattered, the magma turned cold, and pieces of obsidian vanished into nothingness, eventually disappearing into the river of time along with the pungent, acrid mist.

"die!"

At that moment, ancient, difficult-to-pronounce words, pointing directly to the essence of the world, came from beneath Ron with authority and power.

The "Primordial Creator" did not choose to remain hidden any longer. If He continued to hide, everything would disappear with the passage of time, including His current state and the authority He had already gained.

At that time, He will inevitably be weakened, and His characteristics will irreversibly flow out of His body.

Nothing is permanent, not even pillars. The most convincing example is their three-in-one state.

If they were eternal, they would never have become like this.

Countless insane murmurs entered Ron Sothos's mind from the outside world, making the world around him extremely noisy and his head dizzy, as if he were being possessed by another person.

He couldn't help but reach out his palm, wanting to exert his authority and expel all his special characteristics to commit suicide.

"Degeneration" and "filth" go well together, while "evil words" and "obscene language" form an even more corrosive combination.

Even a time-space ruler with absolute rationality, in a state of madness, couldn't help but stiffen his body, become dazed, and drool at the corner of his mouth, turning into a dementiac.

A giant sword made of flesh and blood, flowing with magma and sulfur, pierced out from the bottomless abyss. This giant sword was like a combination of depravity and filth, carrying an irresistible corrosive force, and cleaved the blond boy, who was frozen in mid-air, in two from bottom to top.

"Found you!"

Just then, a sudden change occurred. The illusory hands ticked away, and the entire abyss began to flicker continuously, like a malfunctioning holographic projection.

In the next second, or perhaps in an instant, time rewound to its origin, back to the point before Ron had just entered the abyss.

As a master of time management, how could he so easily rush in headfirst?

All of this was just a test, a chance to tease and mock.

"You have herded Fabti, and the power of demons is quite compatible with the power of corruption. At your level, if you were to unleash it, even I would have a high chance of being corrupted by you and becoming your puppet."

"Besides, I know nothing about the 'Ancient Sun God's' condition. You may have already been resurrected and are waiting to deliver a fatal blow!"

"Heh, you idiot, you weren't feeling smug when you really hurt me, were you?"

"No way, no way?"

Old silver coins.

Ron's words did not elicit any response from the "Primal Will" within him, nor did he reveal any crucial information like a typical villain would.

He remained silent, secretly annoyed by Ron's wickedness and vigilance.

"Let there be light!"

Suddenly, a voice brimming with authority and power resounded like thunder in the blond boy's mind.

The light shone all around, making the entire abyss look like heaven. It brought with it the concepts of high temperature, purification, and justice, covering Ron's head and face.

At the same time, the dark greatsword that had just appeared attacked again, but this time it was obviously faster and more powerful. The corrosive and corrupting filth on it was so thick that it seemed that just one glance would inevitably cause the body and mind to sink into the abyss, thus being affected by the power of corruption and filth, and ultimately losing themselves.

The sudden attack, though not unexpected by the blond boy, still made his heart sink slightly.

We can't delay any longer; He may have already seized control of the "Dreamer."

In a flash of inspiration, Ron didn't hesitate at all and immediately took out a monocle made of crystal from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

The monocle reflected a blinding white light in the glow, causing the arm gripping the flesh-and-blood greatsword to suddenly retract as if wary of something, no longer attempting to seize the opportunity to kill, or rather, stop, the "God of Time and Space" from reaching the deepest part of the abyss.

"Backtrack!"

Want to leave? Not so easy!

The illusory ticking of the second hand began again, the crisp ticking sound repeating itself over and over.

The giant hand, which was about to retract into the abyss, suddenly paused, then abruptly returned to its original position and repeated its previous actions.

This is a rewind of time, returning from the end to the beginning!

Despite the urgency, the blond boy remained calm and composed. He suppressed the two turbulent forces within him, stretched out his right hand, twisted his wrist, and then clenched his fist tightly.

Meanwhile, various time points appeared before Ron's eyes, and he selected one of the futures.

"Damn it, Sotos, you're shameless, despicable, and disgusting!!!"

In Ron's mind, the primordial will could no longer bear it. It began to curse and rolled around wildly under the forceful suppression of its will.

Because the blond boy didn't steal anything else, but happened to steal His bitter tea seeds.

The extraordinary ability of "herding" is of paramount importance. Without it, the current strength of the "Primordial Creator" would be like a castle in the air, collapsing at the slightest touch.

This is His most fatal weakness at this stage.

Frankly, Ron knew that the "thief" was unique and was always on guard against it.

Therefore, after Ron first entered the Abyss, He did not show His face, but instead used the Abyss to manipulate Ron's emotions, attempting to influence him.

Sothos possesses human emotions, a fact He had already deduced. In other words, at the same level, this scoundrel is even more easily influenced than the "Ancient Sun God."

Although He was wary of Ron, things still turned out differently than He had expected.

From the Creator's perspective, Ron entered the abyss without any preparation.

The "Primordial Creator" was initially wary of this and could only tentatively influence his desires and emotions from a distance.

But to everyone's surprise, the usually intelligent Ron was like someone with cerebral palsy, completely at His mercy and manipulated. In the end, he was even severely injured, and his will went mad.

Seeing his mortal enemy cough up blood, who could possibly hold back? The poor Creator made a decisive move, diverting some of his energy to control the herding Fabuti, and immediately swung his sword to try and worsen the opponent's disadvantage.

There is an effect, of course, but unfortunately it's a false result.

He never expected that this bastard would risk his own life to fish for his prey.

And that fat, big, stupid fish is His "original creator"!

Logically speaking, He should have stopped when Ron withdrew, but Ron's foul mouth was just too infuriating, and coupled with the grudges of thousands of years, it made this creator, whose mental state was not very good to begin with, take action again.

"Hmph, then practice makes perfect!"

"This is the perfect combination of power; a 100% success rate for theft."

Ron scoffed disdainfully as he toyed with the black, viscous substance in his hand, enraging the primal will to the point of fury.

"You're talking about a 100% successful theft? That's clearly robbery!"

"Despicable, shameless, disgusting!!!"

At this moment, the shamelessness and cunning of the Lord of Mysteries were equated with Ron in the mind of the Primordial Creator.

This bastard was plotting against me from the very beginning, putting on an act for me.

That's bullshit about fragile humanity; it's clearly cunning and shameless divinity!

At least that's the case with Lord of Mysteries.

The black giant sword made of flesh and blood vanished into thin air, while the hand that emerged from the bottom of the abyss began to fester, oozing thick, dark green and black pus that splashed all around.

Having lost its extraordinary ability to herd, the characteristic of containment is naturally transferred to the body itself.

As is widely known, "demons" and "mysticians" do not share the same extraordinary path!

If He were an ordinary true god, He would likely be driven to madness and out of control due to a conflict of characteristics.

However, as a personality split off from the "original", the original creator only lost part of his rationality, and his jet-black pupils, which were like a black sun, were instantly stained with deep red.

The enormous, festering hand suddenly grabbed the "Ancient Sun God," who still retained a sliver of reason, and threw him into its mouth, chewing and swallowing him.

There's not enough time, so we have to choose an alternative plan!

"You must die, even if I can't live!!!"

(End of this chapter)