Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 451 Atlantis

Stepping out of the cabin, Crivus poked his head out, scanning his surroundings with sharp eyes, wary of any potential dangers lurking in the shadows.

As a qualified bodyguard, identifying potential risks for the employer is the most basic professional quality.

The unexpected retreat of the King of the Five Seas puzzled Crivus. Based on his experience as an adventurer, no pirate would complain about the trouble of doing "business," let alone about unexpected gains.

Moreover, the White Agate was a passenger ship, so even if the Black Emperor returned fully loaded, it wouldn't be unable to unload the valuables on the passengers' bodies.

There's definitely something wrong with Nast Solomon's retreat.

As Crivusi was thinking, he glanced around and suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the same familiar pose, leisurely enjoying the sea breeze in that familiar spot.

It's him?

Did he fight the King of the Five Seas to a draw, which is why he made the Black Emperor retreat?

As an ordinary person, the former adventurer's guess was obviously a little off, but that's not his fault. Being able to get the correct answer from various signs is enough to prove that he is not brain-damaged.

On this ship, if you were to ask who the most formidable guy is, Crivus believes that if Ron is second, then no one would dare to be first.

This is not only because Ron has the aloofness often associated with experts, but also because he possesses superhuman strength that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Putting aside everything else, just take the merman from a few nights ago. This guy, who looked like a teenager, actually slapped the monster to death with one blow when the monster was not weakened at all, and even managed to slap a big crater in the hard deck.

So, the King of the Five Seas = Fishman?

No, he might not have used his full strength to kill the fishman.

"Did you take care of the Black Emperor?"

He walked over to Ron and leaned over the gunwale, but his eyes were fixed on the distance, as if he were talking to himself.

Hearing this, Ron's eyebrows lit up with joy, and he was about to open his mouth to boast a bit when he saw Crivus straighten his back and say with the demeanor of a true professional:

"I understand, you don't need to say anything more!"

"Thanks!"

Before Ron could even try to stop him, Crivus quickly left.

That's how adventurers are; a few slang terms and the rules of the underworld allow them to understand each other without much communication.

What do you know?

The blond boy was completely bewildered. He just wanted to brag a little, so why was it so difficult?

He sighed helplessly. Not being able to brag was truly a terrible experience.

Ron adjusted his jet-black sunglasses with a flowing texture, straightened his back, and planned to go back to his room to continue slacking off.

"Alright, now tell me, you're just a Sequence Seven elf, why did you come to the high seas?"

Ron asked the question knowing the answer already, without a trace of curiosity in his words.

Communicating with low-level weaklings is troublesome. These extraordinary beings, or angels and saints, are destined to be unable to observe Ron's form of existence due to their life forms.

Therefore, Ron had no choice but to pretend to be an ordinary person and communicate with them, bragging. Otherwise, if he started by telling them about their ancestors for eighteen generations, it would only frighten these weak creatures, make them afraid and run away, rather than build trust, cooperation and honesty.

Even someone as strong as Amon was left with some psychological trauma from him.

Communicating with beings of high enough status, such as the "Lord of Mysteries" or the "Primordial Creator," is relatively much easier.

Even a single glance between them reveals a mutual understanding and entanglement of past, present, and future information. There's an old saying...

God gave birth to a monkey—just like one of our own.

Hearing this question, Winchester was visibly nervous. She pursed her lips, perhaps out of fear of Ron's strength, or perhaps out of fear of the contract that ultimately gave Ron the right to interpret it. In the end, she honestly answered:

"I...I've come to find the origins of the elven race!"

"Since birth, I have occasionally dreamed of a city buried underwater. I can't see its shape clearly, but my intuition tells me that it is the origin of the elven race."

"My blood tells me to seek it, to seek my homeland. Only by finding it can I restore the glory of the elves!"

Hmph, you definitely made up the second half. The guidance from your bloodline doesn't have the power to make you defeat Leodorus.

Ron nodded thoughtfully, not wanting to dampen the elf's enthusiasm, and continued to ask without any curiosity:

Do you know the name of that city?

The elf hesitated for a moment, but seeing Ron's adorable little face, she immediately forgot her previous prejudices and stammered, as if she herself wasn't too sure, before answering:

"I only know a little bit."

"It seems, maybe it's called Atilna, no, Tyrandis, that's not right either."

"Is it Atlantis?"

Seeing how foolish the elf was, Ron curled his lip and corrected the elf's name.

"Yes, that's it! How did you know? Where have you been?!"

Winchester's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to Ron's side, staring at him intently.

Hmph, how would I know? Of course, I saw it from the bloodline mark on your body when you opened your heart and prayed to me.

Ron pursed his lips, then cast his gaze down from the infinite heights, taking in the scene beneath all the water bodies on the entire planet.

Countless images flashed by, interweaving scenes from the past, present, and future.

However, despite all their efforts, the great "God of Time and Space" found nothing.

It's as if the so-called "Atlantis" never existed at all.

There is no past, no present, and no future. It can't possibly only appear at some specific paradoxical point in time, can it?

Ron frowned slightly, secretly making his own deductions.

Paradoxical time points are when people from the present or future travel back in time, causing new changes to the world, thus altering the future and hiding something between existence and non-existence.

Take, for example, the famous grandfather paradox: if you went back in time and killed your grandfather, would you still exist? According to linear logic, if your grandfather died, you wouldn't exist at all.

Since you do not exist, you could not have assassinated your grandfather.

Here's where things get interesting: since your grandfather won't die, you have another ending—you'll be reborn and travel back in time to assassinate your grandfather again.

Time creates a paradox, and the paradox creates a cycle. Your grandfather and you will never exist in the normal timeline. In other words, you may exist, or you may not.

Your attempt to assassinate your grandfather is infinitely close to success, but it will never succeed. You will only be trapped in an endless cycle of paradox, never reaching an end.

(End of this chapter)