Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 427 Klein: Let me save you! (3.6K)

"The Chaotic Sea!"

"The Remains of God"

Upon seeing the first "blasphemous stone tablet" that he and Amon had stolen together, the "genie" was filled with admiration.

Everything has an end and inevitably falls into a trough, even Him, and even the other pillars of the universe.

Compared to the Genie's lack of ambition, Amon seemed much calmer. This guy, who had been frightened by Ron's antics a few days ago, was pondering a question.

"Ha, actually I feel like we scared ourselves a few days ago. We've got the desecrated stone tablet back, so how are we going to give it to Him?"

"Are we supposed to go to the stars to deliver it to Him? That's way too dangerous!"

Yes, it was all a coincidence. Perhaps Ron liked to hear others praise Him while preaching, and compiling the holy scriptures would help him elevate his own status. But putting the genie and himself together was clearly Ron's perverse sense of humor.

"Is that so? Every cause has its effect. Even if all of that is fake, we now have the Profane Tablet, so what does that matter?"

What's wrong, little bro? You usually seem pretty cunning, so why do you turn into a brain-dead idiot when it really matters?!

Hearing these vague, half-understood words, Amon twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Amazing, you're really amazing! You know everything, how did you end up like this?"

"I think Ron mentioned you, it seems..."

"Shut up!!!"

Before the angel of time could finish his taunts, the wishing lamp used its pre-set rules to slap him across the face.

Ha, getting anxious.

"Then tell me, how do we hand this over to Ron? Aside from my father, I doubt anyone on this planet can do it."

"If I had one, I would call him 'Dad' ten times!"

Phew, that was really dangerous. I don't even dare to go above the gray fog anymore...

Waking up from his sleep, Klein slowly straightened his back on the soft bed.

He opened his pocket watch and glanced at it, realizing he had slept for nearly ten hours.

Everything on "Yuanbao" was still vivid in his mind. He still felt sleepy and his spirits had not recovered. He just wanted to lie down and continue sleeping.

Although the "Source Castle" shielded him from pollution and strengthened his spirit, the amount of power Ron poured in was so great that Klein didn't recover for a long time.

He really is God, he didn't lie! But how could God be like this? What is His purpose in approaching me? Does He want the "Source Castle" or does He have some other scheme?

The great detective sat on the edge of his bed with a somber expression, his thoughts churning like the sparkling water popular in Trier.

If he could, Klein wouldn't want to lose such a friend, but the question now is, has Ron always considered him a friend?

It's worse than eating shit to have someone you've known since the beginning of your transmigration suddenly reveal their ulterior motives.

But thinking about it carefully, aside from beating me up and treating me like a servant, that brat did everything else to help me. He even gave me the sealed artifact without hesitation, requiring only an IOU. I'll just assume Ron is trustworthy. My immediate priority is to figure out all this and how to avoid the danger from "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun".

With a sigh, Klein decided to go to Ron's house to get some answers from him.

Under the gloomy sky, Klein Moretti alighted from the carriage. He walked quickly and reached the door in a few steps, opening the villa door.

As soon as he entered, he saw Amon pushing up his monocle and talking to someone beside him.

"Oh, what brings you here again?"

When the Time Angel saw Klein, he first greeted him with a smile, but before he could finish speaking, he sensed the aura of "Source Matter".

Amon's face instantly darkened, and even with all his might, he couldn't manage to curl the corners of his mouth into a pleased smile.

Sending "things" doesn't necessarily require His father; "Source Castle" should be able to achieve a similar effect.

Therefore, Klein = His father...

Family relationships are such a mess...

Was all of this really planned? Is it real, or fake?

I just got back, and this guy already showed up at my door?

Is it a coincidence? Or is it destiny?

At that moment, Shi Tian's body trembled, and he was somewhat unable to remain calm.

As a worm of time, it had no premonition or awareness whatsoever, as if it were all just a coincidence.

A coincidence without anyone arranging or guiding it.

"That guy has disappeared. Can you contact him?"

Taking a deep breath, the Time Angel looked at Klein and asked in a calm tone.

"Who is it, Ron?"

Sure, it's possible, but for a servant like you to not even know where your master has gone is incredibly unprofessional...

Klein was a little confused, silently complained to himself, and then nodded in silence.

"Source Castle" is able to contact Ron, but it is also in great danger at this time!

If that "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" were to come again, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to drive him away once more.

The consequence is that he will likely die and never be able to come back to life!

"Amazing, amazing!"

Seeing Klein nod, Amon seemed to recall his previous "nonsense." He gritted his teeth, clapped his hands, and took out a stone tablet that was wrapped and sealed in black cloth.

"Take this to Him; He's in danger right now, and His fate rests on your shoulders!"

???

That petty person is so powerful, how could they possibly be dangerous!?

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

Klein looked suspicious. Ever since he met "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", everyone looked like him.

"We're not lying to you. I can't even see His fate anymore. The situation must be terrible right now..."

Although I couldn't see it anyway, Ron's fate was always changing, and it was impossible to define a single line...

At this moment, the 1.4-meter-tall boy raised his hand, looking at Klein with a vague expression.

Whether He can contain the dice of probability depends entirely on Ron. If he dies outside, wouldn't all the suffering He endured this past month have been for nothing?

Is it that serious?

Klein could remain skeptical of Amon, but he trusted 1.4 meters more.

At least, they only know how to eat ice cream and don't have any malicious intentions.

Choosing to go might mean death. Not going to the Source Castle now might just mean losing it, but going there could mean encountering "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" again...

If we just pretend we have no abilities, there's no need to take any risks, and given Ron's abilities, he'll most likely be able to come back.

Thinking of this, even with Klein's thick skin, he couldn't help but mentally slap himself.

Ron had given him so much help, and from any perspective, he had no reason not to help him, especially when he was in trouble.

"Heh, you're not scared, are you?"

If you're scared, then obediently hand over "Source Castle" to me.

Seeing Klein's hesitant expression, Amon adjusted his monocle and loosened his fingers.

"Who's scared? Can't you speak properly?"

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"Don't worry, I'll get this to Ron through the proper channels right now!"

Let me show you the power of Mr. Fool.

With his mind clear and his true nature understood, Klein felt much more relaxed. He picked up the object covered by a black cloth with seal marks and quickly ran to the washroom.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

Trembling with fear, he silently chanted the incantation, stiffly taking four steps backward. The familiar yet jarring murmurs flooded Klein's mind once more.

The gray fog lingered silently, and the majestic palace, like the dwelling place of a giant, stood quietly. Above the gray fog, the previous scene was restored.

"The Fool" Klein glanced around and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that everything left in the pile of junk was intact.

Without wasting any time, fearing that "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" might interfere, Klein immediately conjured a dummy and made him appear to be praying devoutly.

"Dear Fool, please tell Fate that someone has asked me to deliver something to him."

After doing all this, he blurred the image further and further, even distorting the sound, before throwing it into the dark blue star that represented Ron.

Within seconds, Klein saw the star, now a deep blue, react on its own, expanding and enlarging to create a passage on the "Source Castle."

Looking down the passage, he could vaguely see a bunch of things shimmering with golden light, as well as all sorts of materials that seemed to have extraordinary properties.

However, before he could examine it closely, the thing wrapped in black cloth, which looked like a stone slab, was pulled inside by a suction force.

The passage was not maintained and was quickly closed, as if to guard against someone.

"Is it really necessary?"

Seeing this, Klein muttered to himself, feeling completely at ease.

The red tide has completely submerged everything near Ron.

Even His own body couldn't help but be tainted a little, once again experiencing the joy of life and the delight of a bountiful harvest.

To be honest, this feeling is quite uncomfortable and extremely painful.

"The End!"

The Time Decay Authority took effect, forcing back and eliminating much of the red tide. However, with the "Fallen Mother Goddess's" unhurried manipulation, the dead red tide quickly returned to life.

If the "Primordial Creator" is physically powerful, then the "Fallen Mother Goddess" is incredibly regenerative and indestructible.

In some respects, even if Ron Sothos were to recover to his full strength, it would be difficult to completely kill Him.

This is the true value of being an "immortal".

"Is this what they mean by 'one of them has escaped'?"

"Ultimately, the outcome was already predetermined; division and death were inevitable!"

"I've spent too much time with the two of you. Today, let's be free together!"

Seeing Ron in grave danger under the pressure from himself and the "Fallen Mother Goddess," and forced to protect himself, the "Primordial Creator" mocked the old Celestial who had just boasted within Ron's will.

"When a sharp sword descends from the sky, piercing through the beginning and the end!"

"ah!!!"

A giant sword appeared out of nowhere and pierced through Ron's entire body. The intense pain caused him to convulse uncontrollably, letting out a sharp scream.

The greatsword had a handle, and pure white flames burned on it, rapidly engulfing Ron's body, turning the layers of radiance into ashes, leaving his entire body burned beyond recognition.

Ron Sothos's ability to hold out against two opponents of equal strength, one of whom even possessed remnants of his source essence, is a testament to his formidable power and unique authority.

If it weren't for the ability to rewind time and restore his condition, he wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long.

"You fucking die!"

Old lady, you have the source of essence, a complete pathway, and can withstand it. You've only just recovered, and you haven't even cleared your mental imprint yet, so what are you pretending for?!

Transcending space, Ron Sothos instantly arrived thousands of light-years away. He activated his authority once more, freezing the figure composed of pure light, and time flowed by rapidly.

A portion of the "Primordial Will" inevitably perished, and a small portion of its authority lost its power and appeared in the hands of Ron Sothos.

That was the characteristic of a "writer," and the characteristic of a "filthy monarch"!

Regarding this part of authority, "the One Who Returns to All Things" dares not let it truly belong to Himself; He immediately renders it ineffective and plunges it into eternal slumber.

But at that moment, the crimson tide suddenly gathered, transforming into countless bloody, sharp, barbed spikes that pierced through Ron Sothos's body, taking his life and bestowing upon every part of him the joy of new life.

"I've searched for you so hard, father of my child. Let me eat you, and let's have another one."

An old and hoarse voice echoed in Ron Sothos's ears, and the filthy and evil maternal nest enveloped his entire body.

Ron froze in the starry sky, the world before him suddenly blurring. Just as he was about to give up, a hazy gray mist appeared before him, along with a familiar figure at the head of the bronze table.

He was almost dead, you heartless bastard, why did you only just arrive?!

"Let there be light!"

(End of this chapter)