Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 443 One Punch Kills (2.4K)

"Danger? What kind of danger?"

Klein walked up to him and asked curiously.

Frankly speaking, as a Sequence Six Extraordinary Being, coupled with a ravenous hunger, Klein certainly deserves to be called a strongman on the high seas.

Of course, this does not include a teenager who is beyond the curriculum.

Former adventurer Crivus glanced at Klein and said with great professionalism:

"We found traces left by the merfolk on the hull, right where you were just now. You didn't notice them?"

"This is very rare on safe shipping lanes, so I'm planning to do some side jobs."

It's like you're saying I'm bad at the game...

Klein thought to himself, then chuckled and pointed to the two short men hiding inside the cabin.

"Doing side jobs in front of your employer?"

After glancing at Donna and her brother Denton, Crivus sighed helplessly.

"Cecil was moving too much and woke them up, so I had to bring him along."

He had barely finished speaking when he turned his head and saw Ron still lying on the gunwale, and his eyebrows twitched.

"Do you two know each other?"

He asked, somewhat surprised and wary.

"No, I don't know him well. I just happened to run into him on the way and came out for some fresh air."

Klein could certainly sense the former adventurer's wariness and fully understood why the other party was so wary of Ron.

Sigh... Ron, Ron, with that lousy mouth of yours, only I can tolerate it...

A thought flashed through his mind, and Klein blurted out:

"A fish-man?"

Could she be a distant relative of the Little Mermaid...?

The former adventurer, without disdain for the new adventurer's ignorance, took a deep breath and earnestly admonished him:

"Yes, fish-men are quite dangerous creatures in this sea. They have smooth scales, webbed hands and feet, and can move freely underwater. They are very strong, and it takes three to five people to hunt them."

"I remember the Church of Storms particularly liked hunting them, perhaps because they were quite valuable..."

"Uncle Sparrow, that's a very, very terrifying monster!"

"Yes, I heard Uncle Crivus say before that even firearms have a hard time breaking through the scales' defense!"

Seeing Klein's keen interest, Donna and Denton chimed in with equally excited expressions.

Hunting monsters—this was a plot only found in novels and storybooks. As children who weren't even as tall as Ron, they were both afraid and curious about it, waving their hands and exaggerating the ordinary mermaid into a monster three meters tall that could devour a child in one bite.

Just then, amidst the sound of surging waves, came a series of low, labored breaths. These breaths did not sound like those of a human; they seemed to be the breaths of a monster crawling out of the abyss, slowly approaching the deck from below.

The cracking sound of claws piercing the wooden planks was incessant, like a rapid drumbeat striking the hearts of the adventurers.

"They're here! Everything's ready!"

With remarkable professionalism, Krivis picked up the guns, along with the pre-prepared materials and traps, and began directing everyone present.

"Why is he still there?!"

At this critical moment, even the experienced Crivus couldn't help but exclaim when he saw Ron still in the direction from which the panting sound came.

A dark shadow darted out from the ship's side. The shadow was covered in dark green scales, with thick, grotesque limbs and a strong, stench emanating from its body.

As soon as this extraordinary creature appeared, it headed straight for Ron Sothos, who was positioned on the ship's side and looked both fragrant and soft.

"Watch out, get out of there!!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the former adventurer and the Irishman hiding nearby rushed towards Ron, attempting to use the power of a Sequence 7 and an ordinary person to save the "God of Time and Space" from falling into the fish's mouth.

This scene was like an epic painting, making Denton and Donna hug each other in fear, and also making Klein's lips twitch, inexplicably feeling a surge of excitement.

boom--

Holy crap! *2

A loud bang, followed by two echoing sounds of grass, reverberated across the deck shrouded in night.

In a split second, Ron expressionlessly swung his hand and sent the mermaid flying. The recoil even embedded the mermaid directly into the deck.

At this moment, the fishman's scales were shattered, blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and his left hand was dented into the hard deck, like a cerebral palsy patient who could not take care of himself.

Upon seeing this scene, Ireland's eyelids twitched, and he immediately stopped, swallowing hard to calm himself.

What the hell is this?!

There's no way to get compensation for a deck damaged like this!

No, that's not the point. That guy is definitely an extraordinary being, and probably one who excels in strength!

The sequence might be even higher than mine!

The former adventurer who had rushed forward was now dumbfounded. He looked at the gun in his hand, then at Ron's lowered hand, and for the first time, he began to doubt the worldview he had lived for over twenty years.

Since the invention of firearms, human civilization has undergone tremendous changes, but now it seems that these changes have amounted to little more than nothing.

On the inside of the deck, Donna and Denton, who witnessed the entire process, were so astonished that their mouths dropped open, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Solved? That's amazing!!!"

"Danton, did you see that? I never expected him to be this good!"

"Donna, it's clear that only those who are frequently disciplined by their parents can develop such incredible strength and reaction speed!"

?

Human beings have limits, unless you choose not to be human.

This abstract statement almost made Klein, who was standing next to him, burst out laughing, but as a former "Joker," he managed to control his facial muscles quite well.

"snort."

╭ (╯ ^ ╰) ╮

With his back to the ship's railing, wearing sunglasses and a thin silver chain around his neck, Ron arrogantly raised his head. He ignored the blood pressure rising in the hearts of the people present and left the deck without even glancing at the fishman on the ground.

A real man never looks back at an explosion.

On the deck, an eerily quiet atmosphere lingered for several minutes.

"How did you do that?"

After a moment, Crivus turned his head and looked at Ireland, who was also somewhat bewildered.

How would I know...

The Irish captain was also helpless. Although he was an extraordinary being, he couldn't kill a Sequence 9 who was good at defense and strength with a single slap.

"Heh, who knows? There are always some strange things in this world. If mermaids and other monster-like creatures exist, then wizards and the like are not incomprehensible."

"Alright, now we need to figure out what to do with this merman..."

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"Sothos is at it again..."

"Mysterious, you're in for a world of trouble!!!"

"Whenever he's idle, it always produces unexpected results!!!"

Inside the small theater, upon seeing this familiar scene, the "Primordial Creator" immediately kicked the old Celestial Venerable next to him, trying to put some psychological pressure on Him.

"Ha, stop talking nonsense. Doing nothing and meticulous planning are two different things. You don't know anything!"

The old celestial being was extremely disdainful of these words. Even if the "original" one had come today, Fatty Ball was just doing nothing!

Ron didn't get involved in the argument between the two bastards inside him.

What Mr. Ron liked to do most was sit back and watch the dogs fight.

Bang bang bang!

A soft knock came at the door. The blond boy, who was quietly thinking, waved his hand, and the doorknob opened itself without any wind.

"This is the fishman's fat; the captain said it's your spoils!"

"Also, this is mermaid meat. You can try it; it tastes quite good!"

Klein squeezed through the crack in the door, carrying a plate in his left hand and something wrapped in velvet in his right.

"Hmph, not bad, but I'm not in the mood right now. You can eat this."

Ron waved his hand and pushed the plate back.

Klein stared blankly at the blond boy who didn't seem to be faking it, not expecting that this gluttonous guy didn't even have any interest in eating.

Hmm, something's not right, something's not right. Ron turning around and leaving just now definitely wasn't right.

"What? What happened?" Klein asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly had a bad feeling. You can leave now, don't bother me."

(End of this chapter)