Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 438 Ron: I Speak for Myself (3K)

With various transactions being proposed and completed, the Tarot session will soon come to an end.

It must be said that Ron made a great contribution to this, and can be called a pioneer of the Tarot community.

"Hmph, if you ask me, someone should just step down and let me be the leader. That way, I won't be able to say more than three words at a gathering."

As the meeting concluded and everyone prepared to bow and say goodbye, a young voice suddenly rang out, once again stirring up Mr. Fool's mindset.

When will this ever end?! When will this ever end?! When will this ever end?!

Klein was instantly enraged and slammed his hand on the bronze table, intending to kick Ron out of the Source Castle.

But in the next second, his expression changed drastically, and his breathing became heavy.

Because Mr. Fool discovered that the gray fog, which had previously worked every time, now had no effect on Ron whatsoever, and could not sever the connection between the crimson star belonging to the blond boy.

This is a bit awkward, considering they even slammed their hand on the table...

No wonder he's someone who can rival "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun"; he was just putting on an act all along...

What have I done to deserve such treatment from you?!

What are you after?!

Do you find it so satisfying to watch me make a fool of myself because I overestimate my abilities?

A newborn!

Klein looked bitter. His biggest regret was that he had gone too far in trying to get a photo with Ron, which had put him in a difficult position.

If he had known Ron's identity back then, he would definitely have positioned himself as a collaborator to get photos taken together, to avoid being in such a passive position.

"Ugh, it's crowded here... let's talk about it when we get home..."

Without hesitation, the world's hoarse voice echoed in Ron's ears, making his little head move.

Klein understood perfectly well that anyone would feel uncomfortable being photographed like that, and Ron's decision not to kill this disrespectful guy was truly magnanimous.

In this situation, not only would Ron be unwilling to continue the wonderful misunderstanding, but even Klein would feel a little embarrassed.

Even gods have dignity!

This is a matter of principle, and we cannot be careless!

I'd completely forgotten about that. No, even if I hadn't, I couldn't have discussed it with Ron. He'd been putting on an act the whole time, so it's not entirely my fault…

No, we have to make some changes, even if it means getting Mr. Fool to admit it. Otherwise, the kids will probably cause trouble every time we have a Tarot session!

A long silence fell over the gray fog. The members of the Tarot Club stood frozen in place, afraid to move, lest they encounter some terrible calamity.

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

And these guys, who only reached Sequence Six at most, were just first-rate mortals.

Just then, as everyone was tense, a calm, soothing, and pressure-free voice came from the depths of the gray fog.

"Ha, too bad, this is my divine kingdom, not yours."

The sound was deep and ancient, as if it had traveled from ancient times to the present, lingering in everyone's ears.

To retreat in order to advance.

In the next second, in the wide, trembling pupils of everyone in the Tarot Club, crimson appeared out of nowhere, engulfing everything in front of them.

…………

"What do you mean by 'Mr. Fool's kingdom,' and not Mr. Ron's...?"

Fowles Wall jumped out of bed, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and his clothes were quickly soaked through.

Her mind was filled with Mr. Fool's leisurely tone, and her body was numb.

In the warm room with the fireplace burning, Fowles felt as if he were experiencing the same biting cold wind outside.

"Mr. Fool seems to be saying that Mr. Ron has his own divine kingdom!?"

"But isn't He Mr. Fool's angel!?"

"Isn't He?!"

The writer grabbed her hair, just like every time she was rushing to finish her manuscript at night, and couldn't help but rub it vigorously with both hands, trying to get her brain working through physical means.

Soon, strands of her hair fell in disarray, perfectly reflecting the chaotic state of her mind.

The physical activation of the brain failed!

Bang bang bang!!

Suddenly, a rapid banging on the door startled Fowles Wall.

The most exciting thing in life is when an angel comes knocking to settle accounts.

The most exciting part is that this angel might not actually be an angel.

Steam is rising above me! What on earth have I done to deserve this?!

Bang bang bang!!

The door was knocked on again, which brought Fowles Wall back to his sense of logic and language after his thoughts had been in disarray.

Gudong!

She swallowed hard and shakily opened the door.

"You're so slow! Are you stalling for time to hide those pornographic novels?"

Ron stepped into the room without even realizing it, like the head of Backlund's biggest criminal organization, and plopped down in an armchair.

His blond hair was tied into a ponytail, and his face was still a little chubby, but his features had shed their childishness and become slightly more mature.

Upon seeing Ron, who was noticeably taller than before, Fowles paused for a moment, then stared at his toes and explained:

"Mr. Ron, there's no such thing..."

These hesitant words were utterly unconvincing, but Ron didn't bother with them. He gave Fowles a once-over and chuckled:

"I need you to do something for me, and I hope you won't be ungrateful."

?

Isn't this a threat?

This is definitely a threat!

Mr. Fool, please save me!!!

"Uh... Mr. Ron, what is it? Is it dangerous?"

The writer asked nervously.

"Hmph, this is good news for you!"

"I need you to pray to me during the full moon, chanting my name instead of the Fool's, and I will protect you through the curse; the rest is none of your concern."

"Don't worry, my target is Mr. Men. I won't let you get hurt. If I succeed, I'll give you a large reward!"

The blond boy elegantly rested his chin on his hand, his golden eyes slightly curved, and smiled as he watched Fowles' expression steadily crumble.

"Um, can I refuse?"

That sounds dangerous...

"The Magician" Foles muttered to herself, instinctively resisting this dangerous attempt, because it was completely out of step with her slacker nature.

Upon hearing this, the blond boy scoffed dismissively and said seriously:

"I'm not negotiating with you, I'm forcing you!"

?

You're forcing me!?

After glancing at the incredibly handsome blond boy with a commanding presence, Fowles' face flushed red, and wisps of white smoke rose from his head.

This commanding tone made her feel like she was awakening to something strange.

"It's not impossible..."

She muttered something under her breath, which made Ron's eyelids twitch.

What kind of incredible people are in this Tarot club? I'm just a kid who looks about fifteen or sixteen!

All right, just be happy.

Rolling his eyes in exasperation, the blond boy continued:

"Remember this..."

"Sing my name when the moon is full."

"The ruler of time and space, the ultimate point where all things return to oneness, the all-knowing and all-seeing boundless wisdom!"

I speak for myself!

A grand and solemn voice boomed in her mind. Although it did not speak any extraordinary language, Fowles still understood it.

This is a three-part honorific name.

What?! What?! What?!

What are you saying?!

That's a title? A three-part title!?

This is almost equivalent to "The Fool" and the seven gods of the present world!

The writer's head buzzed, her vision blurred with afterimages, and then everything went black; she almost fainted.

She remembered that the being associated with this name had been mentioned in a tarot reading.

And it is often associated with words such as "dangerous," "difficult to deal with," and "petty"...

"You, you, are not an angel? You... are, are, that, that one?"

Who are you, fishing like this? If I had been even slightly disrespectful back then, I probably would have been accused of blasphemy!

Why are you pretending to be a weakling when you're a big shot?

Where is the trust between people?

Where is the trust between people?

Laugh, I'll make you laugh! At this moment, Fowles wished he could slap himself twice. He never expected that just a laugh would bring such trouble.

Whenever Fowles recalls the blond boy's smiling face when the Tarot Club discusses this being, a chill always creeps into his heart.

"Hmph, foolish!"

"I don't recall ever saying I was an angel, did I?"

"Though the fool only criticizes and slanders me, he never claimed I was an angel, did he?"

"What you're thinking is all just your speculation..."

The blond boy curled his lips into a smirk, his tone and expression both carrying a hint of mockery, causing Fowles, who dared not look him in the eye, to bury his face even lower.

"I ask you, have you ever heard of an angel who can wield the tablet of blasphemy?"

"..."

Folles shook her head. She seemed to understand something now. The Blasphemous Tablet was a treasure coveted by the seven gods. How could it possibly be intact in the hands of an angel?

"I ask you, have you ever heard of angels who can freely enter and leave the land forsaken by God?"

"..."

Folls' pupils contracted, and he shook his head honestly again. Even the Church of the Seven Gods didn't know the location of the Forsaken Land, and even the Seven Gods couldn't enter it. How could an angel have the ability?!

"I'll ask you again, have you ever heard of an angel who knows so many secrets, even the secrets of the Seven Gods?!"

"..."

At this moment, Fowles had lost all expression, recalling the gossip and tales told by Mr. Ron.

"My hints were so obvious, but your imaginations are so limited that 'stupid' is an understatement..."

Hearing these words, Fowles finally understood why Ron would almost always sarcastically refer to Ron as "Mr. Fool" at every Tarot meeting, and why "Mr. Fool" would criticize Ron for being petty.

They even solemnly warned them to stay away from the "God of Time and Space" in the Southern Continent.

Isn't this just a roundabout way of making things difficult for each other and mocking each other in the process?

At this moment, Fowles' understanding of the world reached a new level.

This is a battle between gods, hidden and devoid of martial virtue.

But what's with this inexplicable sense of compatibility?

No!!! Fowles, stop! Thinking about everything will only hurt you!

(End of this chapter)