Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 431 Klein was so embarrassed he picked his toes (3K)

Just as the Heavenly Venerable was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a feeling of unease suddenly arose, causing His body to shiver.

Without needing to turn his head, he could already see the golden meteor arriving in an instant, and his surroundings were filled with distorted spacetime.

"What the hell?!"

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" almost popped his eyes out as he saw the golden meteor forcefully tear through the gray-white mist and rush towards him with undiminished momentum.

If you're so awesome, why don't you just fly to the moon?!

Without a second thought, the "Lord of Mysteries" immediately transformed into a mythical creature and began to crawl in the shadows. At the same time, relying on its own status, it mobilized the uniqueness and authority in its hands to further strengthen the gray mist that sealed the source matter, and added some indescribable effects.

For example, the closer it is to "IQ", the lower it is.

In the gray-white mist where the road was obscured and seemed to have no end, the dark, crawling body of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" paused, then stopped and transformed back into the appearance of a young Taoist, smiling as he looked at the golden meteor that had stopped a hundred meters away.

"Fatball, why did you stop chasing?"

As He spoke, He slowly walked out until He stopped at a certain critical point.

"Hey~ I'm out!"

"Hey~ I'm back in!"

Suddenly, the old celestial being stepped out with his right foot and jumped back out, then jumped back out again with great speed, as if he wanted to tease Ron in this way and see the other party's impotent rage and annoyed appearance as he stomped his feet.

"Hey~ I'm out again!"

"Hey~ I'm back in!"

"Go ahead and hit me, you idiot!"

Snapped--

A loud, clear slap sent "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" staggering.

"Yuan Chu is right, despicable and shameless are not the same as 'cheap'."

The blond-haired boy rubbed his palms together and curled his lip in disdain.

Although the power of this seal originates from the "beginning," it is inevitably declining. With Ron's current strength, he can only penetrate to two-thirds of the way through.

The distorted spacetime around him was resisting immense pressure, and illusory crackling sounds echoed in Ron's ears from time to time.

Here, the boy's authority and power are inevitably limited.

If you try to withstand the pressure and keep moving forward, you'll probably suffer losses.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" is not just someone who runs away or stands by and watches.

"Heh, how boring, Fatball. Until we meet again, and never see you again~"

Despite being slapped hard, the old celestial being remained unperturbed. Under Ron's murderous gaze, he walked slowly into the depths of the gray fog with his hands behind his back, and soon disappeared from sight.

Ron stood still, his golden eyes slightly narrowed, as if trying to see the world inside the gray fog. However, no matter how he changed his angle or switched dimensions, he could not penetrate the layers of gray fog even a little bit.

"Sigh~ Source Material"

The process is complete; the next step is to retrieve the source substance, which might be something to discuss with the little she-wolf.

The progress had been delayed because of the "Primal Creator" and the "Lord of Mysteries," but now it's time.

"Hmph, if He still doesn't tell the truth, I'll teach Him a lesson!"

With a pursed lip, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy immediately turned and left the gray, fog-shrouded world.

Backlund.

Sunlight pierced through the smog, illuminating the metropolis in its radiance. With the fall of the "Primordial Creator," the solar eclipse that had lasted for several days and nights had vanished.

67 Williams Street.

"I've found you a playmate. You can teach him the rules here."

As soon as he got home, Ron ignored the crowd that surrounded him and threw a silver pocket watch next to the "Wishing Lamp".

"It's you!?"

"How did you get arrested?!"

The flame on the "Wishing Lamp" ignited without wind. The genie, who had always disdained to show himself in front of these low-level beings, revealed a golden, distorted figure, looking at the sealed "High-Dimensional Overlord" with a tone full of astonishment.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Immediately, as if realizing something, he pointed at the silver pot and burst into laughter, slapping the table as he laughed.

Don't worry, even though I'm laughing at you, I'm actually laughing at you in my heart too.

"I got this from playing Genshin Impact!"

The "high-dimensional observer" was also somewhat embarrassed. He could only retort angrily before retreating back into his pocket watch and remaining silent.

Playing Genshin Impact? What kind of talk is that? Are you perhaps a time traveler too?

Upon hearing this, Klein remained completely bewildered, wondering if this thing might be a sealed artifact that Roselle had transformed into after his death.

No, the Great Emperor will likely become a sealing artifact with the negative effect of making people have sex, which might actually help enhance those abilities.

"Master, I'm so glad you're alright. I missed you so much~"

At this moment, Arya was the first to step forward and pledge her loyalty, and Ron was quite generous, kicking her away with a thud and giving her a big reward.

Ron really had nothing to say about this good-for-nothing. It would be a shame to get rid of him, but it would be a waste of food to keep him around.

Floating in mid-air, the vengeful spirit in a long black dress took a step forward. Her tone was no different from before, except that the last syllable rose slightly, revealing a hint of concern.

Are you alright?

She asked expressionlessly.

"I've grown taller, what could possibly happen to me?"

"What time is it? Get to work! Don't slack off! I'm not raising you for nothing!"

Ron shrugged and, quite oblivious to the situation, dismissed the crowd.

"Ha, even if you get taller, it won't make a difference."

Upon seeing this, Medici, the "Red Angel" who had come over, spat and then returned to her post.

To be honest, He was quite worried about Ron. In fact, everyone in the villa was worried, even those who were not at a high level and could not know more about the "vengeful spirits" and "Klein." They got up and came over to check on him as soon as he returned.

But it seems the danger was too small, and the blond boy's sore mouth wasn't completely cured.

"Disperse, disperse, disperse!"

At the invitation of the first servant in the villa, Sharon, Will Onsetin, and Amon, who had been surrounding Ron, dispersed.

To be honest, Medici couldn't really be considered a servant. Although Ron said so, there wasn't a strict hierarchy in the villa.

Of course, Amon is an exception.

Seeing everyone disperse and go about their own business, Klein looked at Ron with a complicated expression. He pursed his lips and was about to step forward to ask for clarification when he suddenly saw the blond boy beckoning to Amon.

"Your father is dead."

?

Your father is the one who's dead!

Why are you swearing now?!

The angel turned around in a daze, only to see a golden halo heading straight for him.

Without a second thought, Amon swung his hand back and knocked the golden ring away, simultaneously sending out a Time Worm that parasitized the golden ring.

You're still a long way from trying to fool me. What kind of prank is this now?

"..."

In an instant, an eerie silence fell over the first-floor living room.

A few seconds later, in this eerie atmosphere, Shi Tianshi, with her head down and taking small, quick steps, picked up the golden ring again.

It looked cool to knock your dad away, but the way you picked him up was really pathetic.

"How did He die?"

Amon raised his head, pushed up his monocle without a trace of sadness on his face, and asked curiously.

"Don't worry about how he died; it was out of necessity."

"Place your father's spiritual imprint on the blasphemous stone slab in the basement, and use some spiritually potent aromatherapy oil every day to help him recover."

Seeing Amon nod and slowly walk towards the basement, Klein looked at his back with a very strange expression, swallowing back the words "condolences".

Clearly, without needing anyone to remind her, Shi Tianshi deeply mourns.

Wait, what am I thinking? Shouldn't the focus be on Amon's father's death? Why is the spiritual imprint placed on the blasphemous stone tablet?

And this doesn't make sense, does it? A stone slab standing on a table, with spiritual incense and essential oils placed on it every day, it's too reminiscent of something you'd see every time. Why don't you just go all the way and make some offerings?

Seeing this slightly bizarre scene, the great detective was speechless and could only sigh in his heart that the things passed down from our ancestors were not without reason.

After being interrupted by so many people, Klein almost couldn't maintain his resentment at being deceived and manipulated.

He took a deep breath, composed himself, and declared loudly and confidently:

"Ron, are you...?"

But just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly saw the "little brat" in front of him look him up and down and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

That cold laugh made Ron look like a golden, cunning fox, waiting for its prey to walk into its trap.

Suddenly, Klein realized a very serious problem, a problem he had been avoiding all along.

Now that I know Ron's disguise, doesn't that mean he already knew I was "The Fool"?

Beads of cold sweat trickled down Mr. Fool's forehead. His face twitched, his toes gripped the ground, and his entire body was frozen in place, unable to move.

As the saying goes, the past is too painful to recall.

Even with the Joker's extraordinary ability to control his facial expressions, Klein couldn't help but reveal an awkward and guilty smile.

All the scenes above the gray fog burrowed into his mind; the images were so clear, these dead memories relentlessly attacking Mr. Fool.

Wait, does He know that "the world" is just a fake?

Every time we have a tarot gathering, He just watches me put on this act!

Thinking about this, Klein felt terrible. He stood there awkwardly, looking like a lifelike wax figure.

At that moment, he suddenly saw Ron, who had grown considerably older, raise an eyebrow, then snort and walk away.

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Damn it, what are you pretending for? If you had just told me earlier, would this have happened?!

Seeing that the blond boy hadn't revealed his identity, Klein immediately understood what it meant and tacitly refrained from asking Ron any questions.

It's good enough as it is now. Just keep it in mind. As for asking questions, you can always go ask the "God of Time and Space".

(End of this chapter)