Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 433 We Might Still Be Able to Go Back! (3.2K)

The Ron family's basement was a legendary place; in Klein's memory, it contained everything, especially some extremely precious treasures.

Of course, now we have to add another one: the spiritual imprint of the ancient sun god.

Crunch crunch

The iron gate opened, revealing a basement that was neither bright nor dark.

Klein strode forward carrying the lantern, breathing carefully, but soon discovered that the air here was not as stuffy as he had imagined. There were wisps of breeze swirling from who-knows-where, blowing through his hair.

You've gone too far.

Just then, a gentle voice sounded from behind him. Klein froze, then immediately turned around and saw a priest with a golden beard, wearing a simple white robe, and with eyes as innocent as a child standing behind him.

The unexpected scene made Klein somewhat embarrassed. Facing this senior transmigrator who had transmigrated long ago, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Um, where are you from?"

Klein used his extraordinary abilities to control his expression and asked tentatively.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is a happy thing. For example, if he met Russell, he would definitely put his arm around him in a short time.

However, Amon's father looked more like a foreign friend than a person.

As Klein was pondering this, he suddenly saw the semi-transparent white-robed figure in front of him nod, like a doctor giving a psychological evaluation.

"It seems you still don't know the truth."

"Actually, I'm not a time traveler. Amanethis, Rosell Gustav, and you are."

An hour later, Ron watched as Klein emerged from the basement with a blank expression, sat down on the sofa next to him, and began eating his cucumber cake, bite after bite.

Hey, don't think you can steal my food just because you're in a bad mood. You think I won't beat you up?

The blond boy muttered to himself, then picked up his favorite drink, "Jinlangqi," and personally poured the great detective a full glass.

Perhaps out of that barely perceptible conscience, Ron ultimately did not take any concrete action.

"I remember someone telling me before that the mental state of an extraordinary person is very important. Actually, I didn't want you to know this so soon, but some things need time to settle down. I can't guarantee that the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang won't take advantage of your psychological weaknesses."

"Escape won't solve everything. The bearded man is the best psychologist. He should be able to help you accept things more easily, rather than suddenly suffering a major blow or even experiencing a complete mental breakdown."

"The mythical creature form of the diviner tends to be fragmented, so for you, your mind needs time to recover."

Klein remained silent, his face still expressionless, but there was no sign that he had suffered a major blow.

The comfort and psychological therapy from fellow villagers clearly had a very good effect.

"Ron, that guy just said Rosell might not be dead yet. Do you know where he is?"

Taking a deep breath, Klein Moretti asked in a hoarse, low voice.

"So you weren't dead after all. Hmph, I had no idea."

"You can look in his diary and lend a hand to your fellow villager when you have time."

The blond boy pondered for a long time, but finally shook his head.

"Klein, don't be so downcast. Think about the good things. For example, you still owe me a lot of money. Although the bicycles have started to be produced and profitable, it's still a drop in the bucket for you."

"And Melissa and Benson, they're living well on your pension, while you're struggling to make ends meet."

"Also, I remember Leonard got a raise, but you don't even have a job. Aren't you angry?"

Upon hearing this, Klein's face darkened again, feeling that life was still not worth living.

"Is that how you comfort someone?"

After a long while, he cursed under his breath and then gave the blond boy a sarcastic rebuke.

"Hmph, what I mean is that you have to do something in life, like that little guy I met before, whose fate was predictable, but he was still struggling to survive."

"Alright, stop looking so pathetic. I know a little about psychotherapy, so I definitely can't let you be so stimulating the first time."

"Perhaps you need me to come with you? Aren't you going out to sea to find mermaids? How about I go with you?"

"You should know that millions of people kowtow until their heads bleed every day, and they still can't see my face."

As he spoke, Ron arrogantly raised his head, as if to say that this was the highest honor.

With Ron's current power, he could even create a mermaid with his bare hands, but the meaning of life lies in experience, just like how he often beats up Klein in order to hone his experience in the extraordinary world (nonsense).

So it's always good to travel more and explore more.

"Really? Then thank you in advance."

Klein Moretti nodded, his gloomy mood noticeably improving.

"Ron, do you think the past can be changed? I mean, is it possible for me to go back?"

Spatial barriers make us feel incredibly distant, but temporal barriers make us feel utterly hopeless.

Upon hearing this, the blond boy smiled and shook his head without answering, then leaned back on the sofa.

However, the next moment, Klein's eyes widened suddenly. His mouth opened so wide that it could fit two eggs, and his eyes stared like copper bells.

"It's not impossible to go back!"

In that brief moment, a sentence flashed through his memory. It was something Ron had said when they first met.

To be precise, it was Ron, who was sitting next to me, who went back in time and said it!

"you!"

"Hmph~ Don't idolize me, this is just basic stuff."

The boy arrogantly raised his head, like a rooster, and, under Klein's astonished gaze, walked up the stairs, leaning lazily on the handrail as if his upper body had no bones, and asked:

"You poor wretch, when are you planning to go into the sex industry?"

You're the poor one! My bicycle shares are worth £5000 right now!

And what does "going into business" even mean? You seem to know too much...

Klein was speechless for a moment, then composed himself, replying with neither joy nor dejection:

"Maybe after the New Year..."

The New Year is very important, especially for him, who doesn't belong to this era.

"By the way, Ron, do you know about the progenitor of vampires?"

"I know." The blond boy nodded in reply, his mind unconsciously recalling the "Earth Mother Goddess" who was filled with the aura of a mother.

"Uh, I recently met a vampire who said he was inspired by the progenitor and wanted to join the Tarot Club."

"Um... um... Mr. Fool has entrusted me with investigating this matter, so I wanted to see if you have any leads..."

After briefly explaining the background, Klein pretended without batting an eye that the "fool" had nothing to do with him.

Although he and Ron were both aware of each other's identities, it was still awkward to talk about it.

It's not hard to guess how that brat would tease him once the truth came out.

The club is dead!

"This is no big deal. The Black Emperor is so conspicuous; quite a few people in the mysterious world know about the great 'Fool.'"

"Praise be to Mr. Fool!!!"

As he spoke, the blond boy suddenly raised his arms and shouted loudly, his words and actions revealing his piety.

I knew it……

Klein, sitting on the sofa, twitched his face, barely suppressing his embarrassment and Ron's amused gaze, and downed the entire glass of Chin Lange in one gulp.

……

November 24th, Monday.

Ron has been having a very pleasant time these past few days. His regained power and further restored his integrity, which has also allowed him to break through the strong defenses of the two bastards inside him.

The "Celestial Venerable's Will" is mysterious and unpredictable; it's unclear what it's up to in the Western Continent. As for the "Primordial Will," well, let's just say...

We will win!

In the past few days, the monthly "Twilight Hermit Meeting" was held once. Ron wanted to go there to inquire about source matter, but those country bumpkins didn't even know what source matter was.

Only Hermes could give a general idea, but He could not help with where the Source was or where there were any signs of it.

The death of "Imaginary Angel" did not cause a great stir within the organization; in fact, it could be said that no one cared.

Because the bearded man died so quickly and tragically, very few people knew of his demise.

Meanwhile, in the basement of Ron's house.

"You can go to Bansi Town and take a look. The City of Calamity appeared there, but it's not stable."

The Red Angel Medici contributed the first piece of information, while Adam, also an evil spirit who had already obtained a lot of gold coins, immediately contributed the second piece of information.

"You can also visit the underground of Trier; it's where Trier from the Quaternary period is buried, and it holds many secrets."

"Furthermore, Arista Tudor and the Primordial Witch attempted to communicate with the City of Calamity there, but unfortunately, they failed."

"There might be a tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness in the city of Calderon in the spirit world. I can only speculate that it exists, but based on my observation, Salinger always goes there."

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; there's no hope of becoming a god. But the half-shafted "Ancient Sun God" still yearns for a return to wholeness and true resurrection.

Now, the only person He can trust, and who has the ability to resurrect Him without side effects, is probably Ron Sothos.

Life is unpredictable, like the large intestine enclosing the small intestine—Roselle is absolutely right!

"Very good, but how do you know so much detail?"

Ron glanced at the bewildered Red Angel, then turned to look at Adam, who remained composed, and added:

"To contain the 'City of Calamity,' there must be a union of Yin and Yang. You didn't go and push Arista Tudor's ass, did you?"

The blond boy suddenly grinned, and the wicked smile sent a chill down the spine of the Goddess of War.

"No, it was Amon who pushed them. I just arranged for them to fall in love with each other and then have to kill each other in the end."

"Both of these paths inevitably involve distortion, but the anticipated outcome did not occur..."

Listen to this! Is this something a human being would do?

No wonder Amon is like that.

"You and your son are a real cancer, doing absolutely nothing of value."

Upon hearing this, Ron, who was also inhuman, sighed, his words full of discrimination.

"Alright, that's settled then. I'll go check on Bansi first; it's right at sea!"

As for why it has to be during the Lunar New Year, there are naturally things to prepare. You can't just find the main passage and rush through, can you?

What if the Celestial Venerable has set up some kind of trap? That would be a disaster. There's so much Origin Essence in the Western Continent; we have to be careful.

With a wave of his hand, Ron walked out of the basement, leaving only the former master and servant, two evil spirits, staring at each other in the basement.

"Is this primordial witch absolutely necessary to be fucked?"

After a long while, Medici looked at Adam with a sullen face and disbelief.

He remembers that the Lord of the past was not so despicable.

Adam nodded silently, expressionless, and replied somewhat awkwardly:

"Based on the speculation at the time, it seemed like we really had no choice but to have sex with her..."

(End of this chapter)