Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 458 Mr. Vampire Joins the Club (3K)

[Waaaaah.]

Do you know, do you know, how much psychological damage you've caused me?!

In the secluded, dark burial hall filled with bones, Ron lay peacefully on the dusty, blood-stained floor.

Even after two days of calm, he still couldn't accept the fact that he had almost lost his virginity.

"Shut up, stop spouting nonsense!"

The boy suddenly pulled out a silver-white pocket watch made of geometric patterns from his pocket and threatened him fiercely.

The old man had already spread the word about that little nobody's petty affairs when he returned to Banshee.

You may not believe in his character.

But you absolutely must believe this despicable, shameless, disgusting guy's eloquence.

Both "fortune tellers" and "fraudsters" are very good at this; they can make the real seem fake and the fake seem real.

There are many ways to deliver messages, and although Ron was fast enough, he still couldn't stop them all.

"You scoundrel, I will never forgive you!!!"

He clenched his fists and slammed them hard on the ground.

boom--

The mountaintop inside the enclosed space suddenly collapsed, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared within a few hundred meters of Ron.

Like a bottomless canyon, or a natural disaster.

"Ugh~"

Just thinking about the pastries the old shoved into his mouth, the breath he exhaled on his face, and the final slap on his buttocks made Ron tremble uncontrollably. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees, gagging repeatedly.

"Young master, what's wrong? Don't you recognize me?"

The lewd voice of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" rang out again from the small theater, scaring the blond boy so much that he wet himself in fear once more.

A massive, magnificent will, as heavy as the world itself, suddenly descended from the small theater, giving a vicious kick to the old celestial being who had shown his disgusting face.

You son of a bitch!

With a flick of his right wrist, the crystal pendant and silver chain dangled down. This extraordinary item from the audience quickly soothed the little fish's psychological trauma, rapidly fading the unbearable memories of the past.

Frankly speaking, the best way right now is to have a heart-to-heart talk with the little she-wolf, and maybe even hug and kiss her to strengthen your bond.

But Ron really didn't want anyone to know about this dark history.

He can't afford to lose face.

"Damn it, I'll go and feast my eyes in a few days, and while I'm at it, I'll have the Rose School sacrifice their Goddess of Beauty traits."

Being fickle is unacceptable; pure love is the only true love!

After rolling twice on the ground, Ron was suddenly engulfed by a deep red tide.

The latest Tarot reading has arrived as scheduled.

Ron needs a beautiful noblewoman to heal his psychological trauma.

The gray mist drifted slowly, and suddenly the golden-haired boy's vision became clear. To the right of the mottled bronze table, a figure appeared in the corner of his eye.

A new mentally challenged... no, a new member?

The little fish thought to himself, while turning his head to carefully examine Emlyn White sitting next to him.

Vampire, male.

With just a glance, the boy immediately showed a look of disdain and stopped paying attention to the man beside him.

"Sissy!"

The blond boy muttered something under his breath. Although his voice wasn't loud, it made it right into the ears of "The Fool," "Justice," "The Hanged Man," "The Magician," "The Sun," "The World," and Mr. Vampire.

What do you mean?

Upon seeing Ron's image and hearing the obvious mockery directed at him, Emlyn was furious. He instantly remembered the blond boy, Sefereport Chili, who was behind him.

Those blond brats are so annoying, no matter which one they are!

"Ha, you little dwarf!"

The arrogant vampire raised his head and retorted sharply.

He must uphold the dignity of the vampires, he must uphold the dignity of the progenitor. He, Emlyn White, is the savior of the vampires!

He was the protagonist of his era!

?

"Mr. Fool, this newcomer is making veiled insults about you being a shorty. I think we should teach him a lesson!" Ron raised his hand, speaking with an air of nonchalance.

Come on, who's afraid of who?

Even if it's a "fool," I'll still hit it!

Hearing these utterly absurd and inhuman words, Emlyn White's breath caught in his throat. This law-abiding vampire had never encountered such an outlaw. He quickly explained:

"No, I didn't! Mr. Fool, I didn't mean it that way! This brat made it all up!"

However, before Emlyn White could continue his explanation, the blond boy interrupted him once again:

"Mr. Fool, you should know whether what I said is true or false; justice resides in the hearts of the people!"

How do you manage to spout such nonsense with such a straight face?!

"The Fool" Klein thought to himself, his brain practically boiling.

Ron had finally disappeared, and he had been able to have some peace and quiet for several days, but he never expected that at the Tarot meeting, that bastard would cause him such a big mess.

Mr. Ron seems to be in a bad mood, and this newcomer seems quite confident.

The scene before her immediately caught Audrey Hall's attention. The essence of an "audience" is to "watch the show," and this "watching the show" is the root of whether an audience is powerful or not. Although she is a "psychologist," she still cannot avoid this instinct.

This is the most correct way for the "audience" to play their role.

Audrey thought this, but the elegant smile on her face quickly vanished.

But... what's the use? The royal family and the three major churches have been on the verge of collapse for the past month. Dad doesn't come home at night every night and goes out for social events almost every day. And from my observation, I can't find any reason behind it. And why is Mr. Ron always looking at me? Could he like me?

Bah, Audrey, you shameless man, Mr. Ron, but... but...

But Heyole's good friend.

Thinking of this, the girl's small toes kept twitching, her mind was in turmoil, and her face turned slightly red.

Ever since Mr. Fool mentioned it at the last gathering, even if she were stupid, she could guess that Ron and Mr. Fool had a cooperative relationship, rather than a "boss" and "subordinate" relationship.

How could this not shock, frighten, and terrify her?

The Seven Gods have occupied this world for a long time, and their influence is far-reaching and extensive. Audrey, who received an aristocratic education from a young age, is not like some poor person who has no awareness of this.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice~"

At that moment, Audrey, who felt a certain awe, suddenly saw the blond boy smile faintly, just like a blooming sunflower, dispelling the few distracting thoughts in her mind.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny~"

The noblewoman's emerald eyes lit up, and she smiled sincerely, greeting the young lady with a hint of secret delight.

Mr. Ron is the same as always!

This is really good news!

As is customary, Miss Justice began by smiling and greeting each member of the Tarot Club, both as a courtesy and to introduce each person's code name to new members.

When she reached Emlin, she paused at the appropriate moment.

"This is Mr. Moon."

The audience is really observant; this way, I don't need to introduce it.

Klein sighed inwardly, then chuckled and told everyone the new member's codename.

moon?

I thought the person who got this code name would be a woman. But Mr. Ron's mouth is still the same; he only restrains himself when he's around pretty women.

The blonde, blue-eyed noblewoman paused for a moment, then nodded politely while her mind wandered into random thoughts.

Mr. Hanged Man seems quite excited. He seems a bit curious and a bit agitated. What happened?

At that moment, Audrey, who instinctively observed everyone, blinked curiously.

But before she could even begin to connect the dots, Alger, the "Hanged Man," spoke first:

"My friends, Nast, the King of the Five Seas, is dead!"

Who?

Who died?!

Emlyn White, who had just joined the Tarot Club and was not yet familiar with the exciting meeting rhythm, was stunned. He seemed to have heard the name before, and it was somewhat familiar.

A second later, the naive vampire realized what the members of the party were talking about.

Nast Solomon, the King of the Five Seas and Pirate King, is dead!

He was really overwhelmed by such a huge bombshell right off the bat.

Glancing at the little brat beside him, the arrogant vampire tilted his head back and let out a "heh";

"Hey, how is that possible? According to our vampire clan's information, that guy is a Sequence Three demigod."

"Even if an angel intervenes, he might still survive."

As soon as Mr. Moon finished speaking, he did not find that the members here were discussing and expressing their opinions as he had imagined.

Hey, you stupid vampire, your disguise has been exposed!

Seeing how foolish the vampire, whom he could call a friend, was, Klein felt an urge to facepalm.

Hosting a tarot reading session is getting more and more tiring; this time, another heavyweight has joined.

A vampire? Is this a vampire?

Hmm, he seems to care a lot about this, always bringing up vampires. Maybe I can convince him on this point in the future.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," hesitated. After all, he had never dealt with vampires before and was unsure whether this stupid guy was the vampire he imagined.

If it's some kind of hybrid, then it's somewhat...

"We vampires..." He spoke with such confidence because he possessed sufficient strength, thus unafraid of revealing his true identity? Hmm, surely no one could casually reveal their identity so easily, right?

Really? Really?

Compared to the "Hanged Man," the "audience" is undoubtedly more perceptive, instantly grasping a certain aspect of the vampire's essence.

A vampire? A rich, noble, and elegant aristocrat of the night!

Upon hearing Emlyn's self-deprecating revelation, "The Magician" Fors abruptly raised her head. As a novelist, she had all sorts of wonderful or bizarre fantasies about this kind of thing.

A vampire lurking in the shadows, walking like the wind, covered in pus? Why did he reveal his identity right away?

"The Sun" Derrick couldn't help but turn to look at the new member, and was incredulous to find that there was someone who was even less experienced than him.

Vampires?

The dummy "world" takes a few seconds to give a normal, necessary response.

(End of this chapter)