Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 424 Where Did Ron Go? (3K)

"Do you accept this ending?"

Ignoring the distant gaze, the "Primordial Creator" directly echoed his words within Ron Sothos's mind, attempting to intimidate him and prove that His authority far surpassed that of the omniscient one.

That's how narcissists are. If He could be more low-key, the Lord of Mysteries wouldn't have given Him such a nickname.

Ron, however, didn't seem to care much. The billions of radiant spheres, each the size of a planet, flickered twice, as if silently mocking him.

"How can you be so sure that everything you've arranged is correct? How do you know I'm not just playing along?"

The disdainful snort echoed throughout the surrounding universe, making the "Primordial Will" laugh in anger.

If you're exaggerating so much, why don't you just say you were already prepared and turned the tables on them?

The "Time and Space Dominator" is like this: extremely stubborn. Unless you pry it open and teach it a lesson, it will probably never admit its weakness.

Therefore, the "Primordial Will" did not believe a single word of His nonsense.

"I am one with you. I know best what you do every day: indulging in pleasure, rotting and degenerating, pitying the weak and making them praise you in various ways every day..."

At this point, the "Lord of the Stars" suddenly turned cold.

"You think you're worthy?!"

You dare to compare yourself to me?!

Recalling the hardships and obstacles that led to his resurrection and awakening, and the numerous hurdles he had hidden and plotted to overcome, the "Primal Will" was filled with disdain for everything Ron had done.

He spends his days idly reading newspapers, flirting with maids and noble ladies, engaging in completely useless businesses, and playing house with a bunch of weaklings.

This is what Outer Gods should do!?

This is what a qualified strategist should do!

Compared to his own strategic planning, cunning, and masterful control over all those involved, Ron Sothos was utterly pathetic.

Even if the Lord of Mysteries were to appear before them, they wouldn't have the face to brag about such trivial matters!

"Ha, still stubborn even when death is imminent, you truly deserve to die!"

"You didn't kill the 'Fool,' nor did you eliminate Amon. If you perish here, everything you did will be nothing but a joke."

"Don't worry, I'll do it for you!"

"Sothos, do you regret this ending?"

The figure formed of pure light remained high above, asking in Ron Sotus's mind in a detached voice devoid of any emotion.

"Heh, there's nothing to regret. Everything I did was a choice I made from the bottom of my heart."

"I trust them, and I never do anything I'll regret!"

As Ron spoke, his gaze swept over the old days that had surrounded him, and the "Fallen Mother Goddess" with her remaining source essence.

He chuckled, seemingly unconcerned about the dire situation, and said with a hint of amusement and a touch of madness:

"Looks like you've all planned this out. This world is truly full of malice towards me..."

"Come on, let me see how many of you gods I can kill before I fall!?"

……

Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord, Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord, Fusheng Xuanhuang God, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...

Whispers could be heard from within the dense gray mist that enveloped everything and isolated the seal.

The prayers, recited in layers in Chinese, were both ethereal and dreamlike, like whispered murmurs, and as elusive as heavenly sounds.

Although the seal set up by "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" using his original position is not as effective as before, it still firmly seals most of the source matter in a specific location as the end of the world approaches.

Stretching for nearly 10,000 meters and reaching the sky like a giant wall, the layers of prayers grew louder and louder, and the mist churned like hot oil being doused with cold water.

puff--

A figure was expelled from within the gray mist. As soon as the figure appeared, it looked up at the pitch-black sky, where lightning occasionally streaked across the sky.

His gaze seemed to see through everything, piercing through the endless darkness and reaching the starry sky.

"Hehehe..."

"They're all gone. It seems the timing is just right. You can fight over what's yours, and I'll take what's mine. Let's keep to ourselves."

"What an idiot! I admit I was gambling at the time, but couldn't I have left myself some other hope? A narcissist is a narcissist after all; is it worth bragging about being outmaneuvered by you?"

With a series of steps, smoothing out the surging gray mist behind him, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" emerged completely from the Western Continent.

This being was dressed in a blue and white Taoist robe, holding a whisk, and covered with amulets and pendants symbolizing different deities.

His eyes were bright, sparkling with starlight, but his face was obscured. His overall demeanor gave him an air of unfathomable depth and a hint of mystery.

If Ron were here, he would surely recognize Him.

This is a follower of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun". The appearance of the people of the Northern Continent has now changed.

However, at this moment, He is not only a follower, but also "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" himself!

"Fan" is a respectable term; the real substance is the consumables and resurrection containers!

After achieving a balance with Zarathustra's spiritual will, the "Lord of Mysteries" decided to take a gamble. Although he was adventurous, he wasn't really stupid.

He expelled the "Planets Walker" trait he had acquired from the Abraham family and sealed it within his own followers, seeking to put them to the brink of death and then bring them back to life.

Of course, anyone could have been chosen if He wished, but at that time He only had this one follower by His side.

And that favored one has now become Himself, feigning one thing while secretly doing another, deceiving the heavens, and defying fate—a style typical of the "Lord of Mysteries."

"Tch~ You two idiots, you never expected me to show up here. Hmm, you two can keep holding each other back like this, I'm going to succeed!"

Source Castle... Source Castle...

In the pitch-black world occasionally illuminated by lightning, wisps of wind stirred, causing the blue and white robes of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" to flutter loudly.

Despite being tormented by the Source Castle countless times, He still loved the Source Castle as if it were his first love. Even though Ron came and went so many times, the Old God never gave up his thoughts of the "Source Castle".

Suddenly, a thick gray fog descended from the sky, dispelling the pure darkness that permeated the air above.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" stepped into the sky, seemingly wanting to further activate "Yuanbao" so that he could return instantly.

An ancient bronze gate, enveloped in gray mist, descended from the spirit realm, while seven serene beams of light of different colors beneath the mist trembled incessantly, as if unable to withstand the terrifying pressure.

Hello~

Just then, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" seemed to sense something, suddenly raised his head, met the gaze of the source fortress, revealed a wicked smile, greeted him in Chinese with a playful tone, and waved his hand.

……

Inside the Radiant Church.

"Bishop Hilde, still no response?"

Klein surveyed the brightly lit church and asked in a numb tone.

He had recited prayers such as "My Father in Heaven" more than a dozen times, but there was no response.

This made Klein feel like he had been taken advantage of.

Since learning at the Tarot meeting that there is no such thing as a free lunch and that wielding the gray fog would turn him into a vessel for the resurrection of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun," Klein has lowered his guard against the "God of Time and Space" somewhat.

Moreover, he wasn't the only time traveler; with the example of Emperor Rosell, it seemed there were no good endings for him.

Although Klein still found these things unbelievable, he figured it was better to believe it than not, and Ron's information sharing was still quite valuable.

In the end, you will repay as much debt as you receive in gifts; every gift of fate comes with a hidden price tag...

Shrugged helplessly, Klein glanced at the anxious bishop beside him, and his heart sank.

"Mr. Sherlock, the Lord has not responded, nor has He cast His gaze upon us..."

"You can come back in a few days. At that time, the Lord will surely bestow power upon you and grant you blessings!"

Sure enough... something strange happened outside, and the "God of Time and Space" disappeared... Moreover, Ron and Amon are not at home either. What happened?

Shaking his head, the great detective didn't say anything more and silently left the Church of Radiance.

He looked up at the dark sky with only a few rays of light, then picked up his pocket watch to check the time.

It was exactly 1 p.m.

"If this eclipse lasts for several days, I'll eat the whole table in Ron's house!"

As a keyboard cosmologist, Klein Moretti doesn't believe a word of what's in the newspapers.

Because this is not fundamentally different from a gas pipeline explosion.

The people of this world don't know the specific principles behind solar eclipses, so how could he, a transmigrator, not know?!

He didn't dwell too much on the secrets behind this anomaly, because it was pointless. He was just a Sequence Six; what could he possibly do?

Sigh... I was hoping to get some information from the God of Time and Space, but it looks like that's out of the question today... There's a Tarot meeting this afternoon, the Faceless Man's potion digestion has stalled, the story of Talim and the witch is still unfinished, and that's about it...

After reviewing his schedule, Klein's steps suddenly became lighter.

As for his part-time job, the detective hasn't gone for several days because he really can't keep up with Amon's work efficiency. He works until midnight every day and his legs are trembling from exhaustion.

This little bit of potion is fine even if I don't digest it!

2:50 p.m.

Klein returned to 15 Minsk Street to prepare for another tarot session.

Ron's house has too many angels. Apart from Amon, whose whereabouts are unknown, there's Medici, who disappears every day after cooking, and there's even one who's a permanent resident.

He wouldn't feel at ease even in the bathroom of the villa, let alone there.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...

He took four steps backward, silently chanting an incantation. The majestic palace and the ever-changing gray mist appeared in Mr. Fool's gaze as always.

But just then, just as Klein was about to inform Little Sun to prepare for the party, he suddenly noticed that the entire gray fog was boiling over.

(End of this chapter)