Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 422 Now it's really time to have a baby (6.1K)

Dealing with outsiders of the same level who also serve as "pillars" is not an easy task.

Because they are almost impossible to kill, they will only fall into a deep sleep.

In the past, there was a fable that said when the stars were in their proper places, they would surely return.

However, no one is willing to wait such a long time, just as no old day huddles in a corner, waiting for the "original" to reassemble and then split again.

If you don't do sit-ups yourself, are you expecting someone to help you up?

The divine aspect of the "Ancient Sun God" was swallowed by the Creator. Although the two "writer" characteristics and the uniqueness of the "dreamer" were forcibly accommodated, he did not completely submit to the Creator who was revived in His body.

The primordial will is unstoppable, madly steadfast to the point of near eternity, but as a former half of the Old One, it also possesses its own essential personhood.

They awaken within him, and he also gains their personhood and power; a part of it always belongs to him.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, he suddenly heard a loud horn, followed by words imbued with authority and power emanating from his mouth:

"The waters will no longer have boundaries, and will spread outwards to submerge everything, from here to there."

On the sea, the waves surged, the sea level rose out of nowhere, and giant waves rose high and fell heavily with the wind, like a giant falling into the water, stirring up wave after wave.

"You bastards, didn't you eat breakfast?! You idiots, push harder!!!"

"If you don't lower the sails soon, you'll all be cleaning the deck tomorrow!!!"

On the Golden Dream, a man in his thirties, wearing a black cloak and with sallow eyebrows, was urging the sailors on deck to hurry up.

He clung tightly to the gunwale, fearing that the giant wave would throw him away and plunge him into the raging sea.

"This is really strange. There's no wind or sign of a storm, so how can there be such big waves?"

In the captain's words, this is neither scientific nor mystical.

Danitz suddenly remembered the captain's catchphrase when he encountered a problem, and sighed inwardly.

"Danitz, don't lower the sails! We need to get out of this area as soon as possible!"

At that moment, the window of the captain's cabin was suddenly pushed open, and "Iceberg Admiral" gave orders to his men in a hurried tone.

Her light blue eyes gazed intently into the distance, then turned to her subordinate, who stood there dumbfounded.

Are you serious, Captain, about to sail in such dangerous waves?

Seemingly sensing the Fourth Boatswain's confusion, Edwina Edwards took a deep breath, adjusted her glasses, and shouted in a calm, professional tone:

"This isn't an underwater earthquake, nor is it caused by strong winds; the sea level is rising rapidly. We just don't know if it's a local rise or a global rise, as I can't see that far ahead relative to the sea level trend right now!"

???

"ha?"

Upon hearing this, Danitz didn't react for a moment. Thanks to the education of "Iceberg General", he understood what sea level meant, but what was that series of technical terms?

"In short, the oceans are in great danger right now. If global sea levels rise, it could be a cataclysmic disaster!"

"Holy crap, my house!!!"

At 15 Minsk Street, Klein Moretti is putting on a wet and seductive show.

He ran quickly out of the bathroom wearing only his underwear and was completely dumbfounded when he saw the "flood" that had already submerged the sofa.

How much money will we have to pay in compensation?!

It's just going to the restroom to take a shower, how did it turn out like this?

"And the bathroom faucet won't turn off either, what if the kitchen faucet won't turn off either!?"

"Is water seeping from underground to the surface?!"

I wonder if Mrs. Samuel has insurance...

He stared blankly as the water level rose little by little, soon submerging the coffee table.

But before the great detective could come up with a good solution, Klein suddenly noticed that the faucet, which had previously been impossible to turn off, had abruptly stopped.

The water that had already submerged the coffee table seeped down at an unusually rapid pace and soon disappeared, leaving only a mess.

What the hell?! Go back?!

Won't this mean we'll lose money?!

……

"There must be air between the waters, and they shall return to the oceans and rivers."

The spiritual imprint of the "Ancient Sun God" strained to shout, and with its few remaining anchors and its former status, it once again saved countless lives and the wallet of a poor detective.

In any case, this is the only thing he can do right now.

"Damn it! You're just as annoying as that outsider. Wouldn't it be better if you became one of my traits?"

Three-in-one? Why is it three-in-one again?!

One is the "Mother Tree of Desire" that is constantly rejecting itself, and the other is the chosen resurrection contingent. Its status has surpassed that of the true god, and its spiritual imprint is not so easy to erase!

In the past, the "Primordial Creator" would not have been worried about such a small problem.

But with a formidable enemy at hand, any flaw could cost Him His life.

"I admit, I underestimated you. I saw everything you did..."

At this point, the "Primordial Creator" paused. He had intended to give this tenacious fellow a fair and just commendation, but then, as if he had thought of something, his words suddenly stopped.

It seems that this guy was holding Him back when He was about to live thousands of years ago, right?

This...this isn't right!?

In the hazy mist, the "Ancient Sun God" faintly heard a loud horn sound again.

The sound of the horn was majestic and deep, like a cataclysmic disaster approaching humanity step by step.

At this moment, all true gods, angels, ancient and powerful families, and secret organizations lost their meaning.

Whether they exist or not, whether they disappear or remain, is all contained in the maxims of the "omniscient and omnipotent one".

"Heavenly fire will fall, burning the earth, mountains, rivers, and oceans; the guilty will be reduced to ashes!"

"No……"

Indifferent yet authoritative words resounded in the ears of the ancient sun god, who roared with all his might, driven by instinct.

"The guilty should be forgiven, for I have already borne all the burdens!"

The spiritual imprint of the "Ancient Sun God" dutifully dragged the cart along, using its remaining sanity to urgently shout, once again blocking a disaster that could destroy the world.

This time, however, His voice was extremely weak, almost silent.

The invisible, horn-like sound, existing only in consciousness, rang out again, leaving no gaps or time to catch one's breath.

"I will send down torrential rain for thirty days and nights, the rain will flood the highest mountains and reshape the entire world!"

The matter was settled as soon as the words, imbued with authority and majesty, were spoken.

This time, the "ancient sun god," who had been dormant, did not come out to stop it.

Because He has taken on everything, His spiritual imprint is being fiercely burned by heavenly fire.

He limited himself.

When faced with the suppression of those in the highest positions along the same path, those in lower positions are always powerless, and all they can do is this little bit.

Regardless of the circumstances, protecting a portion of humanity and preventing the extinction of the race was His lifelong goal.

This was also the ideal of the sun god who had just emerged from the chaotic sea and witnessed humanity being enslaved by other races!

The rest is up to you...

Endless radiance illuminated the entire abyss, and countless "creations," both reasonable and unreasonable, instantly appeared before the enormous monster.

At this point, the "Primordial" had become quite bizarre, with wings on its back, goat horns on its head, and dazzling bluish-black symbols appearing and disappearing on its body.

His entire body was covered with grayish-white scales, from which insane symbols extended and stretched into the surrounding void.

"I have returned!"

Upon seeing the radiance descending from the heavens, He declared defiantly.

Strands of lightning, imbued with a violent aura, burst forth from the void. This thunder, capable of obliterating everything, symbolized the wrath of the gods, blocking the strange space that had already arrived before them, and the two-dimensional plane that had no thickness whatsoever.

Although lacking the Chaos Sea, He cannot yet manifest the remaining authority and uniqueness, but He can still conjure up everything He has ever accomplished.

"There should be limits in the abyss."

"Shut up!!!"

Upon seeing that the "Primordial Creator" was about to exercise his authority again, Ron immediately raised his hand and deleted the time when He was speaking.

This brief silence startled the "Lord of the Stars" for a moment, before he shut his mouth and turned to daydreaming.

Within the abyss, there must be limits; the corruption and filth that corrupt outsiders will inevitably lose their rationality, leading to depravity and division.

His thoughts had barely crossed his mind before he forgot them the next moment. However, the "Lord of the Stars" did not attempt to continue daydreaming. Instead, he directly manipulated lightning and blazing light to bombard Ron Sothos, who had just adjusted his monocle.

This unreasonable "robbery" was made without any attempt at concealment, instantly enraging the "Primordial Will".

Is this ever going to end?!

Stealing is one thing, but to have the audacity to view all future possibilities and even choose any one of them?!

Faced with the scorching heat and tyranny surging towards him, enough to destroy the solar system, the blond-haired boy stopped in mid-air, raised his hand and pulled the space in front of him, like drawing a curtain, turning everything in that specific space into a soft curtain in his hand.

Above the curtain, abstract lights and lightning, like children's doodles, emerged, but no matter what, they could not escape this flat, thicknessless dimensional space.

"A strange ability. Even those who look down from higher dimensions cannot manipulate or even alter the conventional concept of spatial dimensions as freely as you do."

"As for the Lord of Mysteries, the King of Time and Space, ha!"

After glancing at the monocle on Ron's right eye, the "Primordial Creator" suddenly shrank, becoming a figure about two meters tall, composed of pure light.

His tone was indifferent, layer upon layer, appearing very dignified, but when he mentioned the Lord of Mysteries, he revealed utter disdain.

"I'll say it again, do you want to die or something? Can you please not drag me into your argument?!"

The old celestial being was quite helpless, never expecting that this would also be targeted by a group.

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Ron Sothos, however, had no habit of wasting words. With a wave of his hand, the flow of time in this area became incredibly chaotic, like a storm that covered the entire abyss, instantly tearing the figure composed of pure light into pieces of brilliance.

But before the blond boy could show any joy, his raised hand suddenly froze, and he stopped in mid-air.

In the vast ocean of the collective unconscious, on Ron's personal island of the mind, a figure composed of pure light reappears, only now filled with light that is sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The "Primordial Creator" immediately transformed into a sea of ​​light, covering the island.

Since physical strength is difficult to overcome, why not try "using cunning"?

"Sothos, although you excel in some areas, your mental abilities are a significant weakness."

"Although you were wary of me, you still didn't realize the seed I planted in your heart from the very beginning..."

These words, echoing in the deepest recesses of his heart, were like a cold wind blowing from who-knows-where, causing Ron's eyes to widen and his body to tremble slightly.

At that moment, his mind went blank, and a jumble of chaotic thoughts kept surfacing in his head. He had completely lost his rationality and ability to think!

Your authority is powerful and unpredictable, but if you can't use it, it's just a decoration.

"Hahaha……"

Suddenly, in this devastated abyss, he burst into laughter without warning, like a mental patient.

Ron laughed so hard he almost fell over, then ripped off his right eye and placed it in front of his wide-open left eye, wanting to see what it felt like to look into his own eyes.

But in the next second, he quickly grew tired of the novelty, and the thoughts in his mind suddenly turned gloomy.

What's the point of living? In the end, we'll all just become nothingness, not even dust...

That's it, the sooner I lie down, the sooner I can enjoy myself...

Living in this world is just wasting bread and air...

The blond boy's expression gradually became peaceful, and his body, like a shattered porcelain doll, broke into pieces.

An aura of cosmic destruction gradually spread from the crack, instantly sending a chill down the spine of the "One Who Returns to Oneness".

"roll!!!"

At that moment, Ron instinctively sensed extreme danger. He barely regained some rationality and fought with all his might against the growing will in his mind.

Just now, he almost disintegrated and deliberately fell into silence.

Compared to the unique "Primordial Creator," the original Sequence One Celestial Venerable seemed like a complete weakling.

"You're just a stray dog ​​on the street, hahaha!"

"Damn it, get out of my head!"

Upon hearing this mocking laugh, before the old Celestial Venerable, who was watching the show from the sidelines, could express any opinion, Ron roared again, appearing quite innocent.

Okay, okay, so this is how you play, huh?

At this moment, having regained the upper hand and found a relative weakness, the "Omniscient and Omnipotent One" no longer felt sore or aching. He fully manipulated Ron's mind, cutting through his will and destroying everything on the island of the mind.

In the blink of an eye, the entire island was teetering on the brink of collapse, tainted by the filth, decadence, and desire-laden breaths of the soul, and was about to sink.

Frankly speaking, the best approach now is to sever Ron Sothos's other identities and let him betray himself.

However, upon considering that the other person would give birth on the moon, and no matter how the child was born, it would be his own grotesque form, "Original" rationally abandoned this option.

Who knows if the newly created personality will escape His control and turn into a despicable two-against-one situation?

The boy's delicate face was cracked, and he revealed a maniacal smile, shouting without warning.

"You think you've got this in the bag, huh!?"

Destroying Mind Island won't kill him outright; it will only turn him into a mindless, insane monster.

Madness, however, harms both oneself and others.

The illusory stopwatch sounded once again, and the boy's body suddenly swelled and grew larger, revealing his mythical creature form.

As soon as the sphere, radiating billions of rays of light, appeared, everything around it became distorted, vanished, and shattered.

Time is leaping forward at an unimaginable speed.

Within the island of the mind, the sea of ​​light formed by the radiant figure suddenly dimmed, as if it had irresistibly reached its end, and the characteristics within the body gradually detached.

No matter how powerful the "Primordial Creator" imagines himself to be, He will ultimately not escape His inevitable decline and destruction.

Without any hesitation, the ocean filled with various lights slowly dissipated, disappearing into the isolated island of the soul that also shattered and gradually vanished.

Troublesome, bizarre, disgusting!

This is the definition given to Ron by the "Original".

As Ron descended into madness, He had already foreseen the future. Although He could kill Ron by manipulating his mind, the price would be to fall into eternal slumber with him.

When the time comes, forget about resurrection; if Ron doesn't wake up, neither will He.

How can such disgusting things exist in the world?!

I can even share in your longevity!

"Come on! Why aren't you coming?!"

"Are you that afraid of death?!"

A strange roar came from within the sphere of billions of rays of light, but this provocation was ignored not only by the primordial creator, but even the old celestial being who was watching the show didn't dare to utter a word.

He was terrified that this bastard, who had lost most of his rationality, might not like him and randomly choose one of the two to perish together with him.

"Mysterious, are you still hesitating!?"

"This is the very bottom of the abyss. You've witnessed Sothos's power; he once used his authority to fight against you and me, who contained multiple sources of matter!"

"If we allow Him to continue restoring, what good will it do if we are truly resurrected?"

If it can't accommodate multiple source masses, it'll still get crushed and beaten to a pulp!

Before the "Lord of the Stars" had finished speaking, He seemed to have a premonition of something. He immediately used His authority to imagine His current position as "Chernobyl".

Having stopped their mutual destruction, Ron, who still retained some rationality, seemed to sense something. His entire body suddenly swam forward, trying to cross space and escape the abyss.

However, in the next moment, the "Primordial Creator" immediately conjured up a giant sword with blazing, purifying, and righteous pure white flames, which pierced straight down from the top of the abyss toward Ron, attempting to stop him.

Fragments of starlight spread from the endless bottom of the abyss, sealing off all the surrounding space. They shone like a galaxy, connecting the bottom of the abyss to a thin passage leading to the starry sky.

"Get out!"

Seeing that his mortal enemy was about to be enveloped by the starlight stretched to its limit, and that he was being blocked by him and unable to escape in a short time, the originally serious and honest "Primordial" couldn't help but feel happy.

This was His ultimate plan: to send Ron into space. The desperate struggle just now was all an act, a trap to be set.

Two equally matched opponents fighting to the death will ultimately both perish, but if you want to live while the other dies, you have no choice but to call for help.

If you're resurrected and then die again, that's not resurrection at all; that's called a "sit-up," and you might as well just lie down.

While "Dreamer" may not be as destructive as "Tyrant" in appearance, nor can it compare to Ron's "Linear Time," it possesses an extremely cunning and treacherous attribute.

That is to manipulate the entire situation, make the prey unknowingly step into the trap, and then seize the greatest benefit for oneself!

"You bastard, you come here too!"

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred. The starlight, which seemed to have reached its limit, began to spread again, its speed as if it had taken some kind of blue pill and was full of power.

Within these starlights lay a blue light that twinkled like stars. These two different but equally purposeful authorities instantly sealed the "Primordial Creator" within, holding Him back and causing Him to vanish into the abyss.

Good brothers, for life!

Outside the initial barrier.

"Holy crap, where the hell did this come from?!"

Ron, who was "looking" at the blue planet within his senses, manipulating time, and retracing his own rationality and state, twitched the corner of his mouth.

Having regained much of his rationality and no longer driven to madness and suicide, he looked around and stared at the bewildered yet seemingly expectant figure of light, remaining silent for a long time.

"Although it deviated slightly from the plan, the ultimate goal has been achieved."

Within his will, the words of the Primordial Creator, seemingly trying to explain something yet somewhat unexpected, came forth, plunging Ron into silence once more.

"I could foresee your plan, but I didn't expect it to be implemented in this way. It's quite interesting."

"But I have a question. Isn't the Deathly Ghost your mortal enemy? It wouldn't do you any good by helping him, would it?"

Ron glanced at the startled Outer Gods who quickly surrounded him, but instead of making a move, he asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Ha, do you really think that Amon offering himself up was just a coincidence?"

"When I was resurrected within the will of the Dragon King, I began plotting everything. Who do you think was responsible for achieving a balance between mystery and Zarathustra?!"

"It was me! Otherwise, why would Zarathustra so easily believe such a mysterious lie!?"

"If they fail to achieve balance, the most correct choice would be to directly enter the Western Continent and fully recover, and seize the power of the source matter."

"And achieving a balance means that 'Source Castle' becomes the first choice, which is why He chose to take the risk. I have been fighting against Him for so many years and I know His greed inside and out."

"The uniqueness and characteristics of 'Error,' combined with the uniqueness and characteristics of 'Diviner,' and the 'Source Castle' that can be accessed in real time, have extinguished most of the mysterious hope of resurrection. Under these circumstances, He has no choice but to cooperate with me."

"The core of the cooperation is the 'gate.' Every month at the full moon, I give Him a psychological treatment to balance the corruption of the 'Fallen Mother Goddess,' the mysterious will, and the spiritual imprint of Abraham. When necessary, one of them can take the lead."

"If He were more honest, perhaps I wouldn't have schemed against Him and persecuted Him like this!"

"Sothos, you have nowhere to go. No one can help you. You might have been able to defeat me just now, but now you are doomed. Do you accept this fate?"

(End of this chapter)