Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 488 I know this King of Angels (6.3K)

"Audrey, I didn't expect you to be so self-aware at times. A mere Sequence Seven is really of no use to me."

"They'll only hold us back and get in our way, and sometimes we even have to consider your feelings."

"And you're absolutely right, you're definitely not good enough for me, so I'm practically offering myself to you~"

"Do you understand? It's me, the great Ron Sothos, giving myself to you. You're taking advantage of me by holding me every night you sleep."

"To be taken advantage of by someone as weak as you, tsk tsk tsk."

"And you kept touching me like that, don't you know what shame is?"

These merciless taunts made Audrey grind her teeth in anger. Her smooth blonde hair suddenly stood on end and became messy, as if an invisible force was blowing through it.

That's outrageous!

Have you no shame?

"It was you who was touching me!"

Her face flushed red, and she sat up on Ron's waist and abdomen, pulling hard on the boy's face, unwilling to let go even as the armchair creaked.

However, Ron paid no heed to such condemnation, and with a sneer, shouted:

"Nonsense, it takes two to tango. It was clearly you who used despicable methods, touching my hands with different parts of your body!"

"Where did I touch you?"

Audrey was stunned when she heard this, but then she understood what the blond boy meant.

"Bastard! Pervert!!!"

You were the one who held me while I slept and I couldn't shake you off no matter what I did, but now it's turned into me touching your hand with my body. Can you have some shame?

Seeing the smirk on Ron's face, even the most elegant noblewoman was furious.

Audrey's slender, white fingers suddenly changed position, from pulling on her cheek to pulling on the corner of the boy's mouth.

The boy's mouth was stretched long, and he could no longer maintain his smug expression.

"Damn it, I feel like a blind person who can't see the road, how could I possibly fall for you!" Audrey thought to herself, quite indignant, then, as if remembering something, she curled her lips into a sarcastic smile:

"Hmph, Mr. Ron, doesn't what you just said prove that your judgment has deteriorated to a certain extent?"

"Otherwise, why would you take a liking to an ordinary nobleman like me who is weak, a burden, and utterly useless?"

"It seems even the great Ron Sothoth could go blind; he didn't possess the wisdom recorded in some of the scriptures."

When it comes to being sarcastic and unsettling, "psychologists" are masters of the craft.

At this moment, the noblewoman's face revealed a hint of mockery, a touch of smugness, a dash of sarcasm, and a dash of elegant smile.

Even though Audrey was being sarcastic, she still maintained the dignity and etiquette of an aristocrat.

It was a unique flavor, causing Ron Sothos's gaze to linger for a few more seconds. Then, his eyes lit up, and he said in a sickeningly sweet tone, as if he had discovered a gem:

"Oh~ I don't need to see with my eyes, because you are in my heart, and my heart will always love your kindness and innocence."

"."

Uh ~

Before those extremely cheesy words had even finished, Audrey Hall, who was straddling Ron, suddenly shivered, her face showing an embarrassed and disgusted expression. She felt as if her whole body was covered in goosebumps.

However, before she could react, she heard the boy beneath her say cheerfully:

"If you don't believe me, I'll dig my heart out and show it to you. Aren't you a psychologist? You can talk to my heart directly!"

As Ron spoke, he reached up and plunged his hand into his own heart.

Hey, a psychologist isn't what you'd call a literal term!!!

"Mr. Ron!"

Upon seeing that the boy wasn't acting, the girl's emerald green eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed in surprise as she grabbed Ron's hand.

This whole series of bizarre actions left Audrey completely dumbfounded. As a qualified psychology expert, she had never seen such a way of having a heart-to-heart talk.

Blood gushed from between her fingers, and Audrey felt a pang of pain in her heart upon seeing this.

This looks painful. Even if you're arguing, don't hurt yourself. You can talk things out if there's a problem. Even if you're not convinced, don't do it this way. It hurts me.

"Mr. Ron, are you alright?"

Thoughts flashed by like lightning. Audrey gently asked a question, and her emerald eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

She frantically tore a piece of cloth from her clothes, tightly grasped Ron's hand, and used the cloth to plug the bleeding wound.

But just then, as Audrey was about to ask Ron a few more questions, she suddenly saw that extremely familiar smirk on the boy's face.

Ron raised his right hand, which wasn't being held, pointed at his left hand, which Audrey was holding, and laughed loudly:

"Hey! I caught you! And you said you wouldn't take advantage of me!?"

At that moment, the world seemed to freeze.

asshole!!!

Snapped!

The blonde, blue-eyed, unbelievably beautiful noblewoman slapped Ron hard across the face, then climbed off the armchair and headed for the bathroom to clean the blood off her hands.

But halfway there, she seemed to find someone really annoying, so she turned back and kicked him in a bad mood before leaving the spacious bedroom without any mercy.

I'm going to overturn my previous assumption: He wasn't lonely at all; He was simply a big bad guy!!!

"I wonder what made Mr. Ron's other two 'wings' take a liking to Him."

As her thoughts raced, Audrey, who had reached the doorway, suddenly turned her head. She glared angrily at Ron, whose face was covered in bloody handprints, and raised her small fist in the air as if she were giving a good beating to some annoying guy.

Women are so hard to understand...

Ron, lying in the armchair, suddenly seemed a little lost.

…………

Monday, 3 PM.

By this time, a day and a night had passed since the quarrel with the noble lady.

A crimson light surged from the void, engulfing all of Ron's vision.

A thick, heavy fog suddenly appeared, layer upon layer, almost still in this mysterious space.

The majestic palace, like the dwelling of a giant, stands quietly, as if it has been passed down from an era older than the ancient times.

The weathered bronze table remained unchanged from the previous week, just as it had always been.

Frankly speaking, given Ron's level, there was absolutely no need for him to attend the Tarot meeting.

However, he couldn't resist Klein's enthusiastic invitation, even though Ron knew perfectly well what the kid was thinking.

On one hand, he wanted to use the Tarot Club to get some secret knowledge from him for free, and on the other hand, he wanted him to bolster Mr. Fool's confidence.

What can Ron do about this?

They're all just buddies...right?

Just then, a cheerful voice rang out as usual, and Miss Justice's greeting added new vitality to the deathly gray fog.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man..."

"Justice" Audrey's gaze swept over the familiar figures, finally settling on "Star Admiral" Cattleya.

She asked curiously, with a slightly doubtful tone:

"Who is this?"

"This is the 'Hermit' lady."

As expected of the audience, they saved me the trouble of introducing each member one by one.

Klein, the "Fool" seated at the head of the long bronze table, introduced himself with a smile, inwardly marveling at the "audience's" terrifying observational skills, while maintaining his usual leisurely demeanor to avoid revealing any flaws.

The stronger the members of the Tarot Club are, the more gratified Klein feels. However, everything has two sides. If that's the case, then the difficulty of Mr. Fool's acting will increase dramatically.

"If Ron weren't here, I'd probably feel a bit insecure in front of the Star Admiral, after all, she's a renowned and powerful figure."

"But it doesn't matter now. Who would have thought that one of the two gods would be a fraud?"

Klein silently mocked himself, then calmly gazed down, maintaining the composure of a deity.

"Good afternoon, Hermit."

Reminded by Mr. Fool, Audrey, the Justice, greeted him in a lighthearted tone.

As an "audience member," she noticed the new member immediately, but Audrey only glanced at him casually and did not observe him carefully.

Only then did she openly look at the newly joined "Hermit" lady, entering spectator mode to analyze her body language and possible real-world identity.

The new member is a woman with unusual purple eyes and strange attire, resembling a wizard. She looks to be only in her early twenties, yet she possesses a leader's aura, giving off a similar vibe to Mr. Hanged Man...

Could he also be an extraordinary being on the high seas?

The "Hermit" Cattleya seemed a little uneasy under the gazes of the "audience." She took a deep breath, looked around, and offered the same greeting:

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

The blonde, blue-eyed young woman, dressed neatly and in clothes that seemed to allow for easy movement, was an adventurer or a bounty hunter.

No, the gems on her earrings are not something a bounty hunter could afford, and her bracelet and necklace are the work of a famous artist. She is either a runaway noblewoman or the daughter of a wealthy merchant.

"That's very possible."

Thoughts raced through her mind, and "Hermit" Cattleya's gaze turned to the "Hanged Man" opposite her, her purple eyes unblinking, as if she could see what was hidden behind the gray mist.

He wore a dark blue robe adorned with symbols of lightning and gales, and his hair was also dark blue—the most common outward appearance of the Sailors' Path. He was a member of the Church of Storms.

No, it could also be some pirates on the high seas.

"Cadelia" nodded to herself, this extra gesture seemed to say, "I have seen through your identity."

Upon witnessing this scene, Alger, the "Hanged Man," felt a chill run down his spine. Those purple eyes made his body tense, reminding him of the scene he had seen at the pirate convention a few months ago.

"Purple eyes, she's 'Admiral of the Stars' Cattleya! The planetarium in her hand is indeed related to Mr. 'The Fool.' How long has it been, and she's already been dragged up here too!?"

At that moment, Alger, the "Hanged Man," felt immense pressure, as if a lion was chasing him from behind.

In the same field, having a competitor who is better than you and whose strength far surpasses yours is not a good thing. It will only cause your own value to depreciate rapidly, and the exclusive channels on the high seas will no longer be in the hands of one person.

How could this not make the hardworking and capable "Hanged Man" feel the pressure of intense competition?

Alger Wilson glanced briefly at "Fate" beside him with his deep blue eyes, then suddenly became calm again.

"Ha, in this extraordinary world, it's not about connections, ability, or even fame; it's about luck and connections!"

Fighting and killing are too low-level; they are far less practical than human relationships and social interactions.

The complex thoughts in the mind of "The Hanged Man" were unknown to "The Hermit" Cattleya. She simply focused her gaze on Ron, trying to glean more information with her voyeuristic eye.

Suddenly, everything went black before her eyes, and tears and blood gushed out uncontrollably. She abruptly closed her eyes.

High sequencer! ?

There are high-sequence individuals here!?

"Look how badly the child is choking; tears are streaming down their face. I've already told you secondhand smoke is unhealthy..."

Ron curled his lip, revealing a disgusted expression, and fanned away the gray mist that permeated the interior of the Source Castle, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Although the blond boy didn't care at all, the other members of the Tarot Club were all stunned, and the "Hanged Man" next to Ron almost laughed out loud.

Alger Wilson never expected that the Star General would actually dare to spy on the Tarot Club members without any scruples, and he never expected that "Destiny" beside him would directly take action to retaliate against the potential competitor.

I just praised you as a well-established and powerful expert, but you were too reckless. The "Secret Seeker" path always seems to allow them to see things they shouldn't see. Perhaps their special abilities are all in their eyes?

Also, this isn't secondhand smoke!

"The Fool" Klein maintained his leisurely demeanor, but a sense of unease crept into his heart.

To be honest, this was only the second time he had seen such a reckless Extraordinary, so much so that when Ron had just insulted him, Klein had only mentally condemned him.

As for "Justice," "The Magician," "The Moon," "The World," and "The Sun," who was frowning as if he had encountered some difficulty, they all seemed to understand something at that moment.

Do not look directly at God!

"That's terrifying!? One look from him could kill me!!! But come to think of it, Mr. Ron didn't kill me, could it be that he likes me?"

"Magician" Fors was completely numb at this moment. Recalling her reckless act of writing erotic novels using the real name of a god without permission, she felt that it was really not easy for her to have lived to this day.

"Humans are truly foolish to presume upon those in higher positions when they are in a lower one. Unlike us vampires, we know what we can and cannot do."

"Moon" Emlyn White glanced contemptuously at the newly joined "Hermit," muttering the most cowardly words in his mind in an extremely arrogant tone.

Hot tears swirled in her eyes, her burning pupils seeming to melt away all of Cattleya's brain.

Even with her eyes tightly closed, her vision was still filled with an illusory glow, and glowing spherical bubbles emerged from her body.

ka ka ka-

The bones creaked under the pressure, and muffled groans of pain echoed in the tarot gathering, where even breathing had ceased.

Soon, the scalding liquid slid off, the glow faded, and it seemed that the master she had been spying on had merely given her a warning and had not pursued the matter further.

Wow. How terrifying. Is this a gathering presided over by the gods?

That boy was actually a high-sequence individual, though it was unclear whether he was Sequence Two or Sequence One. But why did this pain feel so familiar? It seemed like I'd experienced it somewhere before.

Taking a deep breath, "The Hermit" Cattleya lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the edge of the bronze table, and earnestly said to Ron:

"I apologize, sir. I did not mean it. You should know that the eyes of those who spy on secrets always bring unexpected dangers."

Hmph, hypocrite!

Upon hearing this, the Hanged Man thought with disdain, but he didn't show it. Instead, he watched the show quietly as if nothing had happened.

"This is a minor matter and not worth our attention."

Anyway, it's you who's in pain, not me.

The blond boy chuckled and silently added the second half of his unspoken sentence in his mind.

Humans who peek into the divine will suffer contamination from the divine. Objectively speaking, this is not the divine's intention, but rather because humans are too fragile to bear it, which is why it is forbidden to peek into the divine.

This statement not only highlights God's status but also serves to protect humanity from self-destruction.

From a practical standpoint, some deities don't care whether you see them or not, such as Ron, and also the Outer Gods outside the barrier.

Seeing is a sign of your ability; not seeing is a sign of your weakness.

Thank you for your understanding.

It seems I need to adjust my perception of this gathering. Besides extraordinary individuals like myself, it appears that some people who don't belong to normal humanity were also brought in by Mr. "Fool".

"The Hermit" Cattleya averted her gaze, not daring to look closely at the remaining members of the Tarot Club, only glancing at them briefly, for fear of encountering another high-sequence individual she couldn't distinguish.

Knock, knock, knock.

At this moment, "The Fool" Klein tapped the edge of the bronze table lightly with his finger and said with a soft laugh:

"Heh, you can imagine an object that can seal your eyes and create a strong craving for it, and that will solve your problem."

When Cattleya heard this, she was taken aback, but immediately did as she was told without the slightest hesitation.

The next moment, a pair of eyes with heavy eye sockets suddenly appeared in front of her. This was the sealed artifact she wore in the real world.

This... it can actually materialize here. It seems Mr. Fool is quite something.

"Thank you for your help." She thanked him and quickly put on her glasses, finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

The "Hermit's" plight came to the attention of "Justice" Audrey, who was in a rather depressed mood at the time, seemingly realizing the gap between herself and Ron.

No wonder Mr. Ron wanted me to be promoted to angel as soon as possible, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to look Him in the eye.

Sigh, He's so annoying, always making me overlook His true nature. But I guess this is also His way of protecting me?

Oh dear, what is all this about? Audrey, you need to be more focused! This is a serious tarot session, so let's not worry about this for now!

The noble lady's expression was complicated for a long time. Seeing that the Tarot Club had finally opened up a gap, she quickly turned her head to look at the little sun on Ron's right.

"Mr. 'Sun,' you mentioned last time that you've reassembled an exploration team to re-explore that temple. Have you made any discoveries this time?"

"Justice" Audrey had already noticed the strangeness in the simple-minded Sun, but due to the addition of new members, she did not mention it immediately, and instead waited until now.

With a conflicted expression, "Sun" paused slightly, his face clearly showing he had something on his mind, before speaking quickly:

"Ah, oh, we did indeed encounter an unexpected accident. We entered a loop while exploring the temple of the true creator, and we also met a little boy from your world. If Mr. Fool hadn't reminded me, I probably wouldn't have realized it."

Derrick's description of "the Sun" was very disorganized; he seemed very anxious and wanted to blurt out everything he had discovered about the anomaly.

cycle

What does that mean?

Exploring the temple of the true creator? Do you want to die?

What other little boy came from our world?

I can't understand a word of it; I feel like a country bumpkin from the countryside.

The description of "the Sun" left "The Hermit" Cattleya stunned, her mind filled with questions. She couldn't understand what scenario the Sun's words should be in. She pursed her lips and listened intently without making a sound.

"Mr. Sun, could you please describe the specific events, such as what happened and how you cyclically operated?"

At this moment, "Justice" Audrey raised her hand, offering a subtle reminder that caused "Sun" Derrick to pause for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

cycle?

Mr. Fool, who sat at the head of the bronze table, immediately became interested upon hearing this. He glanced at Ron, who was yawning on the table, and gently tapped the edge of the bronze table.

"No need for that. You can visualize the scene you encounter."

"Thank you, Mr. Fool!"

"Sun" paused for two seconds, then nodded with delight, manifesting the memories in its mind as emotions it longed to express on the bronze table above.

A pitch-black, desolate world filled with rubble suddenly appeared before all members of the Tarot Club, with streaks of lightning occasionally flashing across the sky, shattering the deep darkness.

A city built of massive stones had long since collapsed, its ruins protecting the temples within from accidental destruction.

The Silver City exploration team split into several groups to explore. Following the "Sun's" perspective, Ron saw the blood-stained scalp with a strong allure, the grotesque and disgusting writhing flesh, and a beautifully painted mural.

Above this mural is a circular, reciprocating river that flows from below an angel back to the top of his head, forming a perfect cycle.

"Hey! I recognize this person. I met him a few months ago!"

"The cycle you are experiencing is the cycle of fate!"

Just then, Ron suddenly spoke up, interrupting the mysterious sense of dread that had just begun to build in the hearts of the Tarot Club members.

Dude, please don't spoil the plot at this point. Are you just naturally funny? Why do you become so low-class whenever something sticks to you?

"The Fool" Klein felt a surge of frustration, yet something seemed to be working out again.

"Mr. Fate, do you know who He is? Do you know how to break the cycle?"

Upon hearing Ron's words, "The Sun" Derrick immediately turned his head and asked, as if he had been prepared.

In his heart, Mr. Fool was a great man, and Mr. Fate was a great man who knew a lot.

Therefore, it's trustworthy!

Upon seeing this, the blond boy immediately realized it was time to display his wisdom, so he arrogantly raised his head and, with a few grumbles, opened a box for Urolius.

"Hmph, of course, He is Urolius, one of the eight archangels under the ancient sun god, the angel of fate. He's silly, but very cute!"

(End of this chapter)