Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 473 Mr. "Door": Let Me Show You the Door (3.1K)

The three pillars each had their own calculations. In the eyes of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", His plan was flawless. However, He did not expect that Ron Sothos, that fool, would be so irrational.

This rendered all His efforts futile.

You son of a bitch!

What a despicable person who harms others without benefiting themselves!

The Lord of Mysteries cursed inwardly. His situation was dire, with wolves in front, tigers behind, and a starry sky crashing down on him from above.

As a fragile character with little offensive power, this attack could very well be the death of him.

A cold glint flashed across the white mask inscribed with the Fool's symbol, and the Celestial Venerable raised a tentacle.

In Ron's perception, the starry sky he had created seemed to have undergone a subtle change, and the movement of the cosmos was beyond the creator's control.

The threads of spirit converged in the hands of the "Lord of Mysteries".

The heavy world slid down from the sky and crashed straight down on Ron. The scene was magnificent, and although it was on a deserted sea, there was still a terrifying atmosphere of impending destruction.

"The End".

Ron was fearless. He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and grabbed the starry sky into his fair palm. Then he activated his powerful authority that could kill anyone he glared at.

The tentacles of the "Lord of Mysteries" trembled violently, making no attempt to avoid the damage, and took the powerful blow from the blond boy head-on.

The white mask, inscribed with the symbol of the Fool, suddenly shattered, and the body of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" transformed into illusory specks of light, slowly disappearing into the mists of history.

This is a fake!

His true form had already switched places with the puppet left behind in the Western Continent the instant Ron made his choice!

No one noticed, no one thought of it, not even Ron.

What a bastard!

"Secret Puppet, Doppelganger, Disgusting."

Ron can also create clones, but it's never as smooth as the Celestial's manipulation of puppets.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and met the gaze from the Western Continent. Sparks seemed to fly in the void.

This tactic of using puppets to deceive, ambush, and engage in verbal sparring is infuriating, especially since the real entity is hidden within it. The constant shifts between reality and illusion perfectly encapsulate the essence of this game.

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Long ago, Ron said that "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" was not to be believed, and anyone who believed him was a fool.

In retrospect, this is indeed a profound truth.

If Ron had actually chosen to plunge headlong into the Western Continent, he would probably have fallen into a trap.

Putting aside whether the entrance opened by the Celestial Venerable contained a trap, just waiting for Ron to go in before closing the seal would be enough to delay him for some time.

During this period, the "Lord of Mysteries" will be unstoppable on the northern and southern continents, and seizing the Source Castle and the aggregation property will be a piece of cake for him.

Most importantly, if this guy doesn't choose to return and tries to interfere with him as soon as he gets the Source Castle, then Ron Sothos will really have to sit at the same table as the "Genius".

As for whether betting on "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" was actually a trap.

Stop joking, you're getting too attached to appearances, aren't you?

Although Ron's intelligence was affected, it did not drop to the level of being brain-dead.

Take the nonsense from "Lord of Mysteries" with a grain of salt. His claims of being insane and irrational are nothing but lies to fool people.

"Sigh, it wasn't that easy after all. But it's not a complete loss yet. At least I've captured a small portion of the 'mother nest,' and the power over the 'gate' is under my control."

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the boy sighed pitifully. With an indifferent yet dignified gaze, he looked at the puppets left behind by the old celestial being and turned them all into ashes without leaving a trace.

Seemingly aware of their mortal enemy's methods, those puppets didn't possess many unique characteristics and left behind nothing of value.

The boy fell from the sky, and the surrounding scenery began to recede rapidly. The pollution, evil, and flesh left behind were quickly obliterated by the power of the pillar.

Ron stepped onto the clean, tidy beach and saw a broken pocket watch and a timid "magic lamp" floating by. He raised an eyebrow, both amused and annoyed.

"You killed the Lord of Mysteries?"

The destructive power of this statement is self-evident. The "wishing lamp" floating in mid-air crashed onto the beach with a thud, just like a lifeless object devoid of any intelligence.

"Hey, don't be discouraged. Even though you became cerebral palsy back then, you solved so many secrets at once. That's enough for you to brag about for a lifetime."

Ron smiled and comforted him.

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This statement sounds somewhat reasonable, and although the "genie" couldn't refute it, it still feels a bit sarcastic.

The "Wishing Lamp" remained deathly silent, lying listlessly on the beach.

"Hmph, trash."

Putting away his pocket watch and magic lamp, the handsome young man waved his hand, causing the seven gazes cast from the sky to disappear simultaneously.

The effects of the struggle between the pillars could not be hidden from the Seven Gods. Although Ron had set up a seal around them before he began, the tsunami, earthquake, gale, changes in the rules, and the enormous pressure that was enough to crush the earth's crust still made them feel the danger.

If Ron hadn't held back and protected the fragile planet, it probably would have disintegrated when the "Superstar Overlord" threw the sun at it.

"Let me see what's wrong with the door!"

After settling everything, he shook the crystal pendant hanging on his wrist, and the frozen space-time shattered silently, revealing the sealed Mr. Door inside.

Only then did the blond-haired boy have time to examine the angel king who had been banished for thousands of years.

He appears to be middle-aged, with a stern face and hair that is a void black mixed with a few white hairs. His overall image is like that of a vampire duke from folklore. As soon as the seal was broken, the characteristics within him began to uncontrollably converge.

Under Ron's gaze, the three characteristics rapidly merged, sublimated, and transformed, intertwining with uniqueness to abstract and conceptualize Bethel Abraham's body.

"Stop it now!"

Before the old-fashioned man could finish speaking, Ron flicked his middle and index fingers, and the uniqueness of the "door" and the three-part sequence-one characteristic were abstracted and separated from Mr. Door's body in an instant.

I have a real connection with your family members. Pulling out special traits from the body takes practice, right? You should thank that author; at least he gave me experience so you wouldn't have to suffer so much.

Looking at Bethel, whose body was hunched over and who was enduring excruciating pain, his rank having fallen back to Sequence Two, Ron's thoughts wandered.

Ron's action, though it appeared to be just a flick of his finger, was indeed just a flick of his finger.

When a person dies, their extraordinary characteristics will naturally emerge over time. This is essentially no different from Ron's power to kill anyone he glares at, except that the operation is not as violent and leaves some room for maneuver.

"Kill me, quickly, kill me! Don't let anyone else!"

With his burden lightened, Mr. Men regained much of his sanity and began to shout like a madman, but before his voice could even finish, the words suddenly caught in his throat.

He saw this powerful figure, who appeared out of nowhere, calmly remove his strange black glasses and then put a familiar monocle on his right eye.

At the same time, crimson matter spread from the soles of the boy's feet. He held the red moon in one hand and suddenly pushed up his monocle with his right.

He is stealing the authority and identity of the "Fallen Mother Goddess"!

The strange contamination within Mr. Men's body suddenly surged, as if it had sensed the boy's blasphemous act.

"Hmph, getting impatient."

Ron scoffed dismissively, then used part of the "Fallen Mother Goddess's" authority to extract the pollution from Mr. Door's body.

Only the "Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Profound Yellow" could probably steal away the erosion and pollution rooted in flesh and soul.

Therefore, Ron chose to use "magic" to defeat "magic".

The moment the corruption and contamination of the "Fallen Mother Goddess" broke free, the blond boy immediately ended the theft, sealing the contamination, which had lost its attraction and wanted to return, within the still spacetime.

"Here, it's solved. You can keep this as a souvenir!"

Ron casually tossed the old woman's contamination to the dazed Mr. Door, then turned and left, like a heartless scumbag who dumps his lover.

Bethel Abraham was in a very low spirits at this time. Transparent insects containing starlight crawled around his eye sockets, mouth, face, and exposed skin.

His robes began to swell and contract continuously, as if something inside was wriggling back and forth.

"Are you Amon or Adam?"

Suddenly, a distorted voice filled with existential doubt rang out, causing the blond-haired boy to pause in his departing steps.

"Neither."

Ron didn't even turn his head, and just gave a casual reply.

"So you are their child?"

An even more astonished voice came from the stern-looking Mr. Men, seemingly with a hint of gossip.

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Seriously, can you apprentices use your brains for once? What is all this nonsense?

Ron remained silent, turned his head, and glanced at Bethel Abraham, who seemed old-fashioned but was actually quite eccentric.

"They are both men."

The boy twitched the corner of his mouth and answered in a very low voice.

"I'm sorry, I was just reminded of someone by this object; some memories just started flooding back."

"Furthermore, strictly speaking, the mythical creatures of Amun and Adam are not distinguished by gender, so it's possible they could have children. Don't you think they look harmonious standing together?"

Bert's stern face remained unchanged as he offered a serious explanation. Seeing the regretful expression on his face, which was covered in star worms, the blond boy's eye twitched.

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The apprentice's situation was like this: Ron originally thought the writer's daughter's situation was just a personal matter, but he didn't expect it to be due to the influence of someone in a high position.

I misunderstood you, Fors. I should have been kinder to you.

"I know you're trying to stabilize your mental state and regain your sense of self, but can you please not be so abstract?"

Faced with this situation, Ron couldn't help but complain loudly.

The boy himself wasn't exactly a respectable person, and when Bethel Abraham said that, the little fish immediately made the connection and almost threw up his dinner from the previous two days.

"Ahem, sorry. It's hard to adjust without a strong palate."

Mr. Men was extremely embarrassed at this moment. To say such things to the high-ranking person who had saved his life was really damaging to his glorious image.

But there's no one else here.

"Ahem, have you heard that Arista Tudor and Trensost broke up because of a one-night stand with the Primal Witch Chik?"

"Please be sure to explain in detail!"

(End of this chapter)