Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 462 Psychology Can't Save the World (3.6K)

The Primal Moon? Isn't that just Old Pig's disguise?

No wonder it's been so quiet lately, not even my monthly period. Turns out, I've been secretly up to something. No wonder I'm part of the same original group as Dead Ghost, I even have Dead Ghost's lingering dog spirit in my bones.

Ron, who was listening in, glanced at Emlyn and then at the world that was secretly raising prices. His thoughts were like the bubbles of a misty champagne.

According to the little fish's prediction, Ron Sothoth would inevitably become an enemy of the gods (the Old Ones), and among them, the "Lord of Mysteries," the "Omniscient and Omnipotent One," and the "Fallen Mother Goddess" were his greatest enemies.

There is no so-called why; it is an instinct stemming from the "original" desire, just as He cannot control the coming together and splitting apart, or like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

This is a conflict that neither side can resolve.

If all three "pillars" of this world could maintain some semblance of rationality, Ron wouldn't mind enduring humiliation and selling his body to make a deal with the "Fallen Mother Goddess."

It's all the same with the lights off anyway.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." They only wanted to kill Ron, their instincts filled with hostility and disgust.

If the "original" part really did consume him and merge with him, would there still be an instinctive split? No one can give a correct answer to this question.

My authority is close to theirs, and it's very likely that the aggregate monsters want to devour me in order to maintain a balance.

The "Primordial" has been destroyed and can't cause any trouble in the short term. Another one is the Dead Ghost who is preparing a grand conspiracy in the Western Continent. And now we have to add the "Fallen Mother Goddess" who is in the real world and who knows what she is planning.

The blond boy thought to himself, and habitually touched his chin.

Well, the "door" is still in the hands of the Fallen Mother Goddess. She's been very cautious lately, knowing I'll definitely be eyeing Mr. "door," so she hasn't created a suitable environment for me to follow the clues.

The authority of the "gate" is quite special; in some ways, it can bypass barriers and open passages, allowing outer gods to enter from the outside world, or allowing certain things to leave the earth, such as...

Source!

Thinking of this, the blond boy rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on.

Two fists can't beat four hands, let alone two pillars who are eyeing each other covetously and are almost equal in status.

The authority they wield is both bizarre and powerful, and their vitality is even more terrifying than that of a cockroach.

Bansi Port has returned to normal, and I don't know when I'll have another good opportunity like this. I need to find some similar locations so that I can enter the Western Continent more frequently to search for source material.

The matter of "the door" is also urgent. We must find it first, no matter what. Also, the "Fallen Mother Goddess" was found because she sensed the aura of the Source Castle on me.

Its corrosive power is truly bizarre.

Forget it, if there's a barrier preventing Him from getting in, then let Klein deal with the believers. He can be resurrected anyway, and I can't protect him forever.

At that moment, the blond boy's gaze suddenly became somewhat complicated, as if he were looking at his child whom he had raised for many years, who could finally stand on his own.

Okay, that's it. The long-term mission is to find the leaked source material and enter the Western Continent. The urgent mission is "The Door". The investigation mission is related to "Elf King" Sunia Solem.

While Ron was pondering, the members of the Tarot Club talked for a while and reached several small-amount transactions.

At this moment, seeing that everyone's transactions had come to an end, "Justice" Audrey suddenly raised her hand and asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time in a questioning tone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the political situation in Backlund is very unfavorable recently. As far as I know, the royal family seems to be involved in a scandal. Although they have tried to cover it up, the three major churches still have relevant evidence. Do you know what it is?"

Hmm~ I know that, I could even say I played a crucial role.

Klein Moretti, the troublemaker, muttered to himself, and was about to say a few words in a hoarse voice when he heard Ron, who had been quiet for several minutes, clear his throat.

"The Royal Family of Ruen needed a large number of slaves to complete the ritual, so they trafficked people and kidnapped innocent civilians. This was discovered by the chivalrous thief 'Black Emperor,' who reported it to the three major churches."

"They collaborated with the Witch Cult, intending to join forces with the Aurora Society to create disaster in Backlund, but they were reported by the Aurora Society's messenger on the grounds that the Aurora Society wanted to protect the followers of the true Creator, and therefore refused to do so."

???

Wait a minute, what kind of reason is this? Even if it's about the aurora borealis, it's a bit abstract.

Klein nodded frequently at the first half of what Ron said, but he was completely dumbfounded by the second half.

In his mind, the Aurora Society = a secret organization = someone who does bad things.

The noble lady stood frozen in place upon hearing Ron's words, utterly stunned by the unexpected answer.

While Audrey wasn't exactly familiar with the King, Queen, Prince, and even other members of the royal family, their relationship wasn't exactly cold either.

She simply couldn't imagine that the real culprits who trafficked people, kidnapped slaves, tore families apart, and caused the loss of young lives were right beside her, existing in her life.

This... I had absolutely no idea beforehand; my coming-of-age ceremony at the beginning of the new year was even held for me by the Queen.

Why?

Audrey asked in return, somewhat bewildered.

The girl, who had a strong sense of justice, felt a tightness in her chest. This stemmed from the despicable faces hidden beneath those kind ones, and from her disappointment with the actions of the Ruen royal family.

She had considered many kinds of royal scandals, but she never imagined that the ones hidden behind them were so dark and so shameful.

Seeing this, Ron nodded, smiled, and said:

"Because George III wanted to become a god."

Becoming a god!?

The Tarot Club members, who were already engrossed in their work, perked up at this, their breathing almost stopped, and their brains felt as if they were filled with glue, making it impossible for them to think.

Gods are the undisputed pinnacle of this world, yet the Ruen royal family is now attempting to create one!?

At this moment, "Justice" Audrey was stunned, as if a huge object was blocking her heart, leaving her with no strength to resist.

Becoming a god was something she had never even heard of, let alone dared to dream of.

But...

"Then why did they do this? Why did they kidnap people...?"

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost silent. Her emerald eyes seemed to lose some of their luster, and the whole world gradually became unfamiliar to Audrey.

Those East District residents who didn't live past thirty due to lead poisoning, those steelworkers who toiled day and night to support their families, and the East District residents who were already struggling to survive and lacking food and clothing...

Whether it was the information she gleaned from her father's investigation or the information she had gathered from her visits to the bicycle factory over the past few months, it all flashed through her mind at that moment.

They've already suffered enough, why do they have to endure this calamity?

We could have done better and avoided these things from happening!

I had previously planned to secretly guide the nobles and draft legislation to make life easier for the residents of the East District, but now…

She pursed her lips, then suddenly lowered her arms, her emerald eyes flickering slightly, and even her elegant smile vanished.

A sense of powerlessness welled up inside me, and a feeling of frustration arose spontaneously.

Everything the royal family did made her feel like a joke, like a clown.

Despite her efforts to guide him, she discovered that the kingdom's ruler only cared about himself.

Just as Audrey's mind was in turmoil, she suddenly saw the boy looking at her with his chin slightly raised, and heard Ron's voice, which contained a hint of authority.

"No one may overstep my authority without my permission."

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"No one may overstep my authority without my permission..."

After the tarot session, Audrey Hall sat alone on her bed in the bedroom, her emerald green eyes, like jewels, were hazy, occasionally flashing with a different kind of brilliance.

What does Mr. Ron mean? Does he mean he doesn't approve of the royal family's actions?

Or is it that the royal family cannot achieve its ultimate goal without Him?

Mr. Fool remained silent, seemingly acknowledging this...

Becoming a god...

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, like boiling water bubbling incessantly.

Frankly speaking, as the daughter of the most powerful noble family in Rune besides the royal family, Audrey shouldn't be bothered by these things.

No matter what the Ruen royal family does, it cannot affect her enjoyment of the lifelong wealth and luxury she is destined to have. She only needs to pretend not to see it and act as if she doesn't know anything to live the life that most people dream of.

"But how can you pretend not to see some things!?"

Audrey Hall gritted her teeth and muttered something under her breath.

She sympathized with the workers who suffered, but to say that she truly empathized with them was somewhat of an exaggeration.

However, this does not prevent her from wanting to uphold "justice" and using the kindness in her heart to judge the good and bad of things.

Just then, a dog barked outside the room, startling Audrey Hall, who was deep in thought, using her extraordinary abilities to analyze her own psychology.

The third tone indicates a maid, and judging from the frequency, it's highly likely to be Anne.

She straightened her slightly disheveled long dress and tidied her appearance. Just as the noble lady's thoughts were flashing through her mind, her personal maid knocked on the door and entered, handing her an invitation.

"This is?"

Audrey then revealed her doubts.

"Miss, Prince Govington would like to invite you to afternoon tea. As you know, this is the norm in Backlund lately; all the royals who have the potential to vie for the throne are trying to win over the nobles who can support them."

"Madam means that you, Miss, should not be affected by this. The Hall family has the ability to remain uninvolved in this turmoil. Just continue as usual."

"Uh, those are the lady's exact words."

The maid relayed the countess's words, but after waiting for a long time, she did not receive a reply from her mistress.

Backlund recently resembled Trier back then, somewhat resembling the state of the Soren family before Rosell's defeat. However, the Augustus family did not decline, and Backlund did not have another Rosell Gustav.

This led to the throne becoming a contested goal among the princes.

To significantly increase the success rate, winning over supporters and even engaging in marriage alliances and exchanges of benefits are unavoidable.

As the most dazzling jewel of Backlund, Audrey remembered that this was the fifth invitation from members of the royal family this month.

The kidnapping issue hasn't been resolved yet, and they're already thinking about competing for the throne and seizing power!?

They don't care about the poor people who have been kidnapped, nor about the suffering victims who have been forced into slavery, and they don't care about how to undo all of this!

At that moment, Audrey Hall seemed to see the true face of the so-called nobility and the royal family: everyone was looking out for themselves, regardless of where the bloated train of the kingdom would ultimately head.

Just as Mr. Ron said before, there is no essential difference between nobles, royalty, and the gangsters of the East End. The only difference is that royalty and nobles will put on a glamorous facade.

"Annie, I'm sick, I don't want to go."

The noblewoman pursed her lips, but ultimately shook her head, choosing to indulge in a little bit of capriciousness.

Although limited by her social class, she couldn't see some issues clearly, but there seemed to be a hidden impulse in her heart.

Psychology can't stop the bloated train of the kingdom; only the dragon's fist has enough power!

If I hadn't been drawn into the Tarot Club by Mr. Fool, and if I hadn't met Mr. Ron, I might not have understood anything at all.

She chose to marry a distinguished nobleman or prince when she was of a suitable age, and lived a muddled and aimless life.

Watching Anne close the bedroom door, Audrey Hall jumped out of bed, picked up a fountain pen, and scribbled on the letter paper while leaning over the table:

Dear Mr. Ron, it is as if we are meeting in person. I have something I would like to ask you.

(End of this chapter)