Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 45 I Want to Make a Covenant with You!

Ron took off his monocle and mimicked the way humans rub their eyes when they're sleepy.

He gently rubbed his golden eyes, then pursed his lips.

"I've wondered, what unwavering conviction you have, or what reason you must live on..."

Ron shook his head, still puzzled.

Because he couldn't feel the pain of hunger, the helplessness of being abandoned, or the hardship and despair of life.

As a great being, the troubles of these ants have nothing to do with him.

"Ron, do you think I have some kind of tragic, unspeakable past?"

"Or are they burdened with some deep-seated blood feud?"

"I know this; all the local fairy tales are like this."

"Sometimes I wish it were like that, because it sounds pretty cool."

"But unfortunately, I am just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who has nothing."

The blue-eyed boy smoothed his rough blond hair and joked as he complained to Ron.

Young people are always like this, with an unyielding enthusiasm for everything.

"Actually, I think being an ordinary person is pretty good too."

Ron imitated the tone of a human comforting someone, comforting the underage boy in front of him.

He raised his head and, for the first time, seriously examined the ordinary human in front of him, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny and a hint of appreciation.

Although Roy Moore didn't do anything earth-shattering or create any truly exciting moments.

But his actions caught Ron's attention, arousing his faint but real interest.

Ron had seen countless tragic fates and mundane deaths, until he grew weary of them and lost all interest in them.

But this boy, barely a teenager, was different; his persistence and enthusiasm attracted the attention of a great being.

Like a faint light flickering in the darkness, not bright but noticeable enough.

This was far more remarkable than Ron's previous followers who only knew how to ask for more.

As both the beginning and the end of it all, he wanted to personally bring this story to a close.

He wanted to give this tragic story a perfect ending.

"Roy Moore!"

A grand and majestic voice, full of power and authority, resounded from all directions.

They came from infinite distance, from the end of time, from the ears of the blue-eyed boy, and from his heart.

Roy Moore's eyes widened in surprise. He was startled and instinctively tried to jump up, kicking his legs backward.

But before he could even make a move, he froze in place.

Because the surroundings had become pitch black, only the dying campfire emitted a faint light.

Suddenly, golden specks of light appeared in his eyes. These specks were small, numbering in the dozens, and they were rapidly stretching and elongating, intertwining with each other and surrounding the blue-eyed youth.

These thirty-two faintly glowing lines represent the thirty-two tragic deaths of Roy.

Here is him, torn to pieces by artillery fire; here is him, collapsing in agony from hunger; here is him, captured by angry locals and used as a sacrifice; here is him, dying tragically from a cold.

These futures, like a curse, surrounded the boy whose eyes were wide open, pupils contracted, and who was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

He felt the images flashing through his mind in disbelief, yet he was absolutely certain that they represented his future.

Suddenly, the lights trembled silently and then quietly shattered.

"Roy Moore"

The grand and majestic voice rang out again, but this time the boy knew the direction of the voice.

He quickly looked up at the blond boy who should have been sitting opposite him.

At this moment, Ron had taken off his monocle, his long golden hair flowing smoothly down, his golden eyes majestic and cold, and behind him, endless radiance surrounded him. This radiance seemed to belong to another world, dreamlike yet incredibly real.

"This, Ron, this, this..."

The sight before him left Roy Moore speechless. He felt a mix of fear and trepidation. If his new friend hadn't looked so much the same, he probably would have turned tail and run away.

Because the current situation has exceeded his understanding of the world he has lived in for sixteen years, and is beyond any unrealistic and absurd fantasy.

"Do not be afraid, come forward."

Sensing the instinctive fear of the small creature before him, Ron gave the order in a stern, emotionless voice.

The voice carried supreme power and authority, instantly calming the turmoil in Roy Moore's heart and dispelling his amplified fear.

This is the influence of Ron; a great being like him would not want any ant who meets him to be so frightened that it suffers a heart attack and dies on the spot.

The blue-eyed boy's trembling body calmed down, and his mind raced as he tried to understand or figure out what was going on.

Before he could have much time, the towering figure before him raised his right hand. At that moment, Roy Moore understood and wanted to step forward and grasp the right hand that was emitting a faint light that filled his entire field of vision.

He slowly, step by step, stretched out his arm, extended his fingers, and gently touched the thing shrouded in endless radiance.

At this moment, space froze, time stood still, and everything in the world stopped moving.

"Roy Moore!"

A grand, majestic voice, tinged with layers of ethereal beauty, emanated from Ron across from him.

"Your steadfastness fills my heart with joy."

"Therefore I say that all who are steadfast will bear my name, and all who are strong will receive my favor!"

"Because of my favor, calamity has been far away from you!"

"Because of my favor, you will surely sit on equal footing with the kings of those nations!"

"I make a covenant with you using this ever-flowing flow of time!"

"From this day forward, never to change!"

As the words, carrying the symbolism of pillars and status, fell, the concept of time seemed to change. In addition to the original symbols, time seemed to have gained a new concept of vows.

After this, if anyone can make an oath in this way, he will be bound by time and justice, just as if he were to swear in the name of the gods.

The blue-eyed boy stared blankly and listened dumbfounded.

He seemed unaware of the problem, unaware that what was happening now was something precious that billions of living beings could not obtain.

Because his mind was flooded with a vast and strange amount of knowledge, he was completely unable to think about what was happening.

Royna's shattered timelines began to recombine, as the master of time personally altered the future of the favored.

Those golden timelines curved and connected end to end, forming a cyclical, layered, and endlessly radiant ring.

These rings form a distinctive symbol, imprinted on the back of Roy's right hand.

At that moment, the boy seemed to feel that he had mastered some strange and powerful extraordinary power!

(End of this chapter)