Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 450 Not born a "fool," but afflicted with the "fool's" disease (3K)

A gray-white reflection appeared in Gehrman Sparrow's eyes; the world before him suddenly expanded and then contracted, abruptly losing all color.

The image of the Black Emperor in black and white emerged, making it appear as if it were a still, unprocessed photographic negative, silently telling the story of its current state.

The birds in the sky seemed frozen in place like sculptures, as did the fish held in their beaks.

Faced with the prospect of being swallowed by its natural enemy, it seemed powerless to resist or struggle.

slam-la-

The seawater surged backward, detached from its previous moment at the boundary of the black and white world, and cut off from the level of linear logic.

This state is a scene that is difficult for any logical being to comprehend. It's like a fast-forwarded movie suddenly having its screen sputtered, with the previous second's footage and the next ten seconds' footage pieced together and presented to the audience.

I rely on...

Such a wondrous, magnificent, and awe-inspiring sight silently proclaimed the greatness and wonder of divine authority, leaving all who witnessed it wide-eyed and mouths agape.

Of course, of everyone present, only Klein knew the boy's true identity.

A truly deserving god!

Although it was the first time he had witnessed Ron wielding his authority, he somehow knew what was happening at that moment.

Because, whether it's games, anime, or movies from the past, they all depicted such scenes to some extent.

Dio was right... Time stop really works! But why didn't you shout when you used that move?

And they both have blonde hair, and both are inhuman—the similarity is off the charts, isn't it?

Furthermore, I have reason to suspect that Nast Solomon delivered this to his doorstep himself; normally you probably wouldn't have bothered with it...

Klein's lips twitched. The shocking scene before him and the urge to complain overwhelmed him, but he suppressed the struggle he felt when making his choice.

In a sense, Ron was right. These pirates weren't as comical as the "Golden Dream." Although they followed the rules, they were no different from swindlers, robbers, and criminals.

A wisp of azure flame ignited on the golden lamp, and in an instant, on a level unseen by humans, countless chains of rules and laws enveloped this frozen space-time layer by layer.

In just a moment, the Black Emperor vanished without a trace, as if it had never been there at all.

It, along with its crew, was placed by the "genie" into that small part of the disordered kingdom.

Frankly speaking, Ron didn't need to personally deal with these little Karamis; a "Wishing Lamp" would suffice.

But if that's the case, wouldn't Ron's limelight be stolen by the other party?

How can this be?!

The small fry know this perfectly well, so...

Since we're already here...

Moreover, if the genie intervenes, Nast Solomon might be able to put up some resistance, but if he intervenes himself, he won't.

"Locklight, I'm doing all this to help you!"

"Pooh!"

"Pooh!"

"Pooh!"

"Pooh!"

Upon hearing this, extremely disdainful and disgusting voices echoed in Ron's mind and from the two pendants on his body.

The two pillars and the two old friends saw through Ron's tricks and expressed their opinions in unison.

You're absolutely shameless!

At this moment, even the notoriously shameless "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" had the opportunity to seize the high ground.

What kind of extraordinary ability is this?! This is a high-sequence ability?!

Bullshit, what have I done to deserve being targeted by a high-ranking powerhouse...?

As a poor student and a clueless hunter with a significant lack of knowledge in the mystical realm, Danitz was utterly unable to describe the scene before him.

The moment the Black Emperor froze in front of them, the once mighty Earl of White Maple vanished without a trace, like a dead stray dog.

They didn't even show their faces.

He remembered the captain mentioning that Nast Solomon was a "Lawyer" pathway, a Sequence 3 "Mad Mage".

That's a Sequence 3, not some common cabbage you see on the roadside!!!

If the captain were here, then...

At this moment, Danitz could already imagine their captain being captured by Ron and trained as a maid.

"Fuck you!!!"

It was raised by a sow!

As an Intis, he finally learned other swearing techniques besides "shit".

But at that moment, Danitz suddenly felt a gaze directed at him. This gaze was like a cold wind blowing from the polar night plains of Fussac in the north, making this great pirate, worth 3000 pounds, feel a tightness in his anus and shiver violently.

"How's that, 3000 pounds guy? You'd better work harder. The King of the Five Seas is worth 800,000 pounds. The difference between you two is too great. I'm having a hard time dealing with your small bounty."

Ron stroked his chin.

Demon! Monster!

"Ha, ha, ha, what are you saying? I'm not a pirate, I'm just Gehrman's new servant!"

Danitz chuckled awkwardly, sweating profusely, and forced himself to retreat behind Gehrman Sparrow, frantically shaking his arm.

"Hey, Gehrman, say something! I'm telling you, I've been doing your laundry, you can't just turn your back on me!"

A strong will to survive overcame his fear of danger, and Danitz felt that he had met Gehrman Sparrow too late in life; otherwise, he would have signed a long-term master-servant contract with him.

If it were him, he could probably help me... No, he's strong but too wicked!

At this moment, a flash of lightning seemed to appear in the elf's blue, ocean-like eyes. She looked at Ron with surprise, but then quickly fell silent, her mind filled with a jumble of thoughts.

The master-servant contract that had been forcibly signed without her realizing it weighed heavily on her heart. Ron's strength, on the contrary, meant that she had no hope of breaking free from the bondage and could only let him mold her at his mercy.

I must pray to God to curse you, you wicked bastard!

Winchester Kyle was willing to try every possible method to avoid turning into a cream puff, which shows she was quite dedicated.

Not far away, Ireland's eyes had transformed from numbness, despair, and fear into surprise and disbelief, and he froze on the spot.

That was the King of the Five Seas, and he was instantly killed without even showing his face!?

At that moment, he inexplicably recalled the time he played "Fight the Evil" with his crew. When he had seventeen good cards, his crew cleared out their hand with a straight flush and won effortlessly.

This takes almost as long as slapping a mermaid away...

Seeing Ron turn his head and look at him, the captain's expression turned serious, and he immediately turned around and hurried towards the captain's cabin.

"I didn't see anything, I don't know anything!"

He spoke very quickly, as if afraid of getting into any trouble.

No, didn't you see how I collected the bounty...?

That's 800,000 pounds. How much infrastructure could that build?

"No, you saw it!" the boy said in a deep voice.

"I didn't see anything!"

Ireland was clearly taken aback; his face turned bitter as he stubbornly continued to argue.

"You saw it!"

"I didn't see it!"

"You saw it!"

"I didn't see it!"

"..."

After repeating the same thing several times, the blond boy was speechless.

"Locklight, don't let me eat the boat! I'm still waiting for my bounty!"

If strong witness testimony cannot be found, then strong physical evidence must be sought.

Although money means nothing to Ron now, and even using his power to create gold makes him suffer from the pain of making money.

But he wouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders; how could he possibly refuse what belonged to him?

"Alright, everyone disperse. From today onwards, there will be no more Kings of the Five Seas..."

After looking around, the blond boy waved and then leaned on the gunwale, leisurely enjoying the sea breeze and admiring the vast ocean view, quietly waiting for things to unfold.

With Ron Sothos displaying such a miracle, wouldn't a bunch of people be groveling before him?

As for leaving without a trace after accomplishing the task and concealing one's merits and fame, that's simply not the case!

"Ladies and gentlemen, the danger is over! The danger is over!"

"The Black Emperor has retreated! The Black Emperor has retreated!"

"They might have just finished a robbery and were just passing by!"

The sailors on the White Agate spread the good news with great joy, bringing tears of happiness to their eyes.

This was a well-considered arrangement by Ireland, and the reason, of course, was that Ron was, in his eyes, a person of undisputed high status.

The captain, who mingled in the lower and middle ranks, had never seen such a being before. He could only rely on vague impressions and the images of saints and angels recorded in church scriptures to confuse Ron with a halo.

After a series of complex considerations, Ireland felt that Ron should be the kind of aloof angel or saint who is full of justice and love.

"Captain, is this really a good idea for us?" The first mate frowned slightly.

Ireland, on the other hand, calmly twisted open the small metal bottle and took a swig of strong liquor.

He wiped his mouth before answering somewhat uncertainly:

"It should be fine. That's how it's recorded in every church's scriptures. What important person would enjoy being flattered and worshipped?"

Is it embarrassing?

after an hour……

Ron remained lying on the ship's railing, his posture completely still. The slightly salty sea breeze swept across his handsome face, washing away all expression from it.

Ron casually turned his head and quickly glanced at the bolder passengers on deck who had come out to get some fresh air. He pursed his lips and then pretended nothing had happened.

As recorded in the scriptures of various churches, he was of noble character, righteous and kind, never cared about how others praised him, and did not take these rules and regulations to heart.

Honestly, he didn't care at all, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

(End of this chapter)