Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 489 Mr. Men's Hook Literature (Two-in-One) 6K

cute?

Silly?

Believers in the true Creator?

Upon hearing this string of adjectives, "Fool" Klein felt as if his mind had been corrupted by the "True Creator," and was becoming somewhat inadequate.

Although it has been more than a month since I last heard about the Aurora Society, no matter how you look at it, the believers of this existence cannot be described as cute or silly, right?

Is the aurora borealis somehow cute and silly?

Nobody would believe it if I told them!

"Hmph, Mr. A probably doesn't agree with that. If he were truly foolish, he wouldn't have reported the Witch Cult for secretly buying and selling people."

A cult actually reported me? Did they pay patent fees?!

Klein lowered his head in thought, ignoring Ron's witty remark, and instead focused his thoughts on another existing noun.

King of Angels!

He first learned of this term from Ron, and the first person he met who claimed to be the King of Angels was Amon.

"This title likely refers to someone who has surpassed Sequence One but hasn't yet reached the level of a true god, or perhaps it could be put as 'Sequence One Great Perfection'?"

As he pondered this, Klein recalled the half-shaft of the "Ancient Sun God" that Amon would care for by offering spiritual materials every day in Ron's basement, and a strange feeling suddenly crept into his heart.

It seems that he, the "Fool," is a great being who is on friendly terms with the "Ancient Sun God," and is no longer the insignificant person who hides in the ditch and crawls around in the shadows to get photos with him!

"Although we've only met once, in terms of time, we're peers. The number eight of the Archangels is quite auspicious; he's a respectable person."

"However, what we can confirm now is that three of the eight archangel kings are true gods, and also traitors. The remaining one is Amon, and the third is the newly confirmed Angel of Fate. Who are the other three?"

As Klein's thoughts wandered, his peek-a-boo gaze fell on Ron, his heart itching like a cat's scratch.

The King of Angels? What's that? I've never even heard of that term, yet they seem to know it all too well, and are even discussing it.

Seeing the behavior of the Tarot Club members, "The Hermit" Cattleya's eyelids twitched slightly. She had a feeling that the members of the Tarot Club seemed to be talking about some new, high-level, and even dangerous knowledge.

Her face, shrouded in gray fog, looked bewildered. After a moment's hesitation, she deliberately asked in a questioning tone:

"The King of Angels?"

Hmph, newcomers always have so many problems!

Upon hearing this, "Moon" Em Linwhitet arrogantly raised his head, feeling quite disdainful, completely forgetting that he was also a newcomer.

After half a second, he paused, then realized a problem.

"Yes, what is the King of Angels?"

Upon seeing this, the kind-hearted noblewoman smiled elegantly and then said gracefully:

"Lady Hermit, Mr. Moon, the Angel Kings here mainly refer to the eight powerful angels who serve the Creator of the Second Era. We don't know much about them, only five of them, and we know their true names."

She paused, then looked at Cattleya with a rather strange expression and whispered, "..."

"The King of Angels should be common knowledge."

Audrey Hall eventually transformed into Ron's form, completely forgetting how foolish she had been when she first entered the Extraordinary World and heard Ron spout the words "common sense."

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This isn't common sense at all, and knowing five people is considered a lot!?

I don't know any of them.

Upon hearing this, "Hermit" Cattleya fell silent for a moment, feeling as if she couldn't catch her breath and her chest ached.

"No matter what, I'm considered a mid-to-high-level member of the 'Morse Penitentiary,' yet at this gathering, I couldn't even grasp the so-called 'common sense' knowledge."

This was the first time Cattleya had ever experienced being surpassed in terms of esoteric knowledge.

She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses, glanced at the members of the Tarot Club, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After observing the gathering, she had roughly figured out what was going on.

"Among the members of the 'Tarot Club,' there seem to be only two who are extremely special: one is the convener of the gathering, 'The Fool,' and the other is the seemingly ordinary 'Fate.' Apart from them, it seems that none of these members have truly stepped into the realm of demigods."

"In other words, the difference in our levels is not that great, and some members may even be inferior to me. These common sense facts are most likely not things they learned on their own, but rather things shared by those two high-sequence individuals."

"Based on the current situation, it's more likely the latter."

General Xing's thoughts raced. He nodded reservedly and remained silent, intending to observe this obviously illogical gathering further.

Having just witnessed the pain of spying on Ron, Gadriya didn't want to take any more risks, especially since his style of expression stirred up unpleasant memories for her.

"Hmm~ Lady 'Hermit' didn't seem too emotionally affected. I thought I'd see a surprised look on her face. But Mr. 'Moon' seemed a bit strange. He seemed to know a bit about this, which is quite rare."

"Justice," Audrey thought to herself. This "common sense" that others didn't know but she did always gave her a strange sense of superiority and made her feel a sense of ownership towards the Tarot Club.

Our Tarot Club is different from other secretive organizations!

"Mr. Fate, do you know how to break the cycle?"

"And do you know what the 'Redemption Rose' written on the wall means?"

"If you find this knowledge valuable, I'm willing to pay for it!"

Seeing that Ron seemed to understand his predicament and even knew the mural angel that had caused the problem, Derrick looked at Ron with a very sincere expression.

Judging from his expression, it seemed as if he would grab Ron's arm at any moment and never let go.

The people of Silver City were used to hardship, but thanks to the deal brought by Ron, Derrick was not only cleared of all suspicions, but the morale of the Silver City residents also rose to a new level.

Of course, Mr. Fool also deserves a lot of credit, after all, Klein would be envious and packing packages for every big transaction, which can be described as being very responsible.

Feeling the enthusiasm displayed by the nearly two-meter-tall boy, Ron twitched the corner of his mouth, then tilted his head slightly, looked up at the little sun, and said:

"It's actually very simple. I can contact Urolius right now and have him take back his power, but that's completely unnecessary for you."

"The mural doesn't retain much power. Your leader is fully capable of breaking the cycle; it's just that you didn't find the key point before."

Hearing the blond boy's analysis, "The Sun" Derrick seemed thoughtful, and with a wise look in his eyes, he guessed:

"Mr. Destiny, do you mean the words 'angel' and 'redemption rose' on the wall are the key points?"

This conjecture was not without merit and was quickly agreed upon by most members of the Tarot Club, including Mr. Fool, who was observing with great interest.

"No, that's just a sign, a clue, not the source of the cycle's power."

Ron tilted his head arrogantly twice, like a wise sage.

Then he said leisurely:

"That region is caught in a cycle of fate; its power has already leaked out. Therefore, the murals are not important. You need to observe something more fundamental."

Did you notice the word I said?

"A cycle! This is absolutely crucial!"

I've already hinted at it to this extent, surely no one will misunderstand...

Ron slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the still dazed little sun. He felt that everything was boring.

"Mr. Sun, what were you doing at the very beginning of each cycle you experienced?"

"Uh, we're resting by the campfire."

Little Sun answered honestly, and his sincere expression made Ron completely lose his temper.

"And what about the end of the cycle?" the boy asked again.

Derrick's breathing slowed, as if he understood Ron's meaning, and he said rapidly:

"It's that little boy!"

Ron was overjoyed at the sight and quickly added:

"That's right, everything in the world has its own logic, even the unpredictable fate."

"Since you are trapped in the present and cannot change the past that has led you into a cycle, the only way out is naturally the future."

Having received the answer from the boundless wisdom, Derrick the Sun's anxiety disappeared, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed.

"Mr. Destiny, you are truly a man of great wisdom."

"What a good person!"

He praised it thus.

You're talking in such mysterious terms. I never thought you, a little kid, had the makings of a charlatan. And besides, how can this guy be considered a good person?!

Sun, please don't be fooled by him.

While muttering to himself, "The Fool" Klein secretly plagiarized this knowledge and made it his own.

He understood what Ron meant, but still admired his perspective.

Under the same conditions, he estimated that he would also think that the symbolic mural was a vessel of power, which made Klein think about what actions he would take in that situation.

"I'll most likely return to Source Castle to perform divination and find the key to the problem..."

...Never mind, it's alright anyway, I'm the charlatan...

After a moment of self-reflection, "The Fool" Klein remained in the same position, as if this was a question so simple that it didn't need his answer, his confidence soaring.

Because this is Mr. Fool's strongest form—the Fool after the fact!

He grasped the extraordinary properties of the "Master of Puppets," manipulated the dummy "World" to slightly raise its hand, and looked at Ron with a very curious gaze, asking in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Fate, do you know who the remaining Angel Kings are?"

"And what exactly does the 'Redemption Rose' represent?"

Having a smaller version is great!

Klein secretly praised him, while gripping the floor of the gray mist space with his toes, his face showing a calm and collected expression.

As long as he isn't embarrassed, then it's only Ron who will feel awkward.

"you"

Upon hearing "World's" signature hoarse voice, the blond boy was taken aback, never expecting that there really were people in the world who weren't afraid of embarrassment.

Have you no shame? You've completely lost your sense of shame!

Openly creating a secondary account, and even with my knowledge of it—what made you, Klein, become like this?

Is it poverty?

In a flash, Ron took a deep breath and chuckled softly:

"Actually, this isn't a big problem, because in the mystical world, as long as you keep advancing, you'll always encounter something related to the King of Angels."

Take Amon, for example...

Ron silently added in his mind, then said softly:

"Besides Amon, the Archangel of Time; Ocycus, the Archangel of Wind; Herabergen, the Archangel of Chemistry; and Urelius, the Archangel of Fate..."

"The other angels are the red angel Medici, the illusory angel Adam, and the dark angel Sasriel."

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Medici is actually the King of Angels! You kept this from me for so long, you bastard!!!

Upon hearing this familiar address, Klein's expression was filled with complex emotions.

Mr. Fool, without even realizing it, managed to get a photo taken with a big shot from the mysterious world.

Just as Klein was deep in thought, he suddenly heard the boy hum twice, like a mischievous laugh.

Ron never refuses to answer questions about knowledge, but there are some things that Ron dares to say, but the listener may not dare to hear.

"Redemption Rose is a secret organization formed to betray the ancient sun god..."

"There are many members, such as the six true gods who still exist in this world."

"The Eternal Sun, Lord of Storms, and God of Knowledge and Wisdom devoured the flesh and brain of the ancient sun god, thus ascending to become true gods and looking down upon the real world."

"I think I've mentioned this to you before, but do you know why these three guys betrayed us?"

At this point, Ron's gaze swept over all the Tarot Club members who were frozen in place, not daring to breathe.

"Why?" After a long while, Klein, who believed no one but himself, asked hoarsely as he manipulated the "world".

Seeing this, Ron raised an eyebrow, hummed twice with interest, and then said with amusement:

"Rumor has it that the Creator always used Ocycus as Starfury, and even had Leodorus and Helabogen push his buttocks."

"So, Ocycus, unable to bear the humiliation, was the first to rebel, Helabogen thought for a moment and followed suit, and Leodorus joined in without a second thought."

???

What nonsense are you spouting now?!

The world was stunned for a moment, as if it had become a silent dead person.

Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult. Getting Ron to share his knowledge is simple, but getting him to shut his mouth is absolutely impossible.

I just want to learn knowledge for free, but you want my life!

At this moment, Klein was covered in sweat, his heart pounding with fear. He felt as if countless gazes were sweeping across the gray mist space, seemingly searching for the blasphemers hiding in secret places.

"..."

Crazy! How dare you say that?!

This seems to be beyond our level of understanding.

Even the "Hidden Sage" would most likely keep these secrets hidden in secluded places and would not dare to publicize them!

"Hermit" Cattleya's purple eyes widened slightly, her head nearly exploding. She completely lost her sense of superiority as a pirate general and wished she could curl up in a corner right now.

She vaguely felt an invisible gaze watching her from behind, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

Because the boy's behavior at this point was no longer blasphemy, but rather a complete break with the three gods, almost to the point of cursing them.

How could that be?! Mr. Ron, there's a limit to how much you can spread rumors!

"Justice" Audrey was taken aback and felt a little panicked. She didn't think Ron was telling the true history; instead, she thought it was a boy's bold fabrication.

She simply couldn't imagine what terrible consequences Ron would face if those three true gods heard these words.

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Where did they get this history from? Even if it's true, it should be hidden.

Upon hearing Ron's bold statement, Alger Wilson nearly stopped breathing.

He felt that although he had betrayed the church's interests and secretly advanced in rank without the church's knowledge, he could still be considered a devout follower of the Lord of Storms.

However, after hearing Ron's "secret knowledge," he really couldn't face the Storm Church, which discriminated against women and whose leaders were all strong men.

"Why not just defect and become a pirate? That way, I might have a chance to become the Pirate King. The path within the church doesn't seem easy."

Alger was a handsome young man from the surrounding villages, how could he possibly associate with these guys!

As for "Magician" Fowles, after hearing Ron share his knowledge, she didn't grab her hair as usual and mutter "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it."

Instead, he spoke with interest, yet also with a touch of trepidation:

"So, the reason the Intis people are like that is because that person is trying to make up for their psychological trauma?"

As soon as she said this, everyone at the tarot meeting fell silent, as if they were still breathing.

That seems to make sense, it's indeed correct...

"It's...possible. According to the history of the vampires, the relationship between those three has never been good, but they've never actually broken off relations..."

"It's very likely, very likely, that we share some unspeakable secret..."

At this point, Emlyn White added, with a twitching expression, providing further evidence for this absurd speculation.

As for Little Sun, he was completely bewildered, unable to understand why everyone in the Tarot Club was silent.

Because the great "Fool" really didn't know how to translate the giant language words "Star Wrath" and "Push Butt," he simply translated them as servants and support.

Klein, the "Fool," who sat at the head of the bronze table, looked at Ron, then gave a weak, mocking laugh, letting the Tarot Society's malicious act of spreading rumors go unpunished.

I should have realized this sooner; everything has two sides.

Ron, if you ever get into trouble, don't you dare mention my name.

Actually, Klein also wanted to rub Ron on the floor of "Source Castle" to stop the boy from saying such strange things.

However, he was well aware of his own limitations, and he was also afraid of Ron, afraid that he would fabricate a story about selling hooks for "The Fool".

It takes only a mouth to spread rumors, but it takes a lot of legwork to refute them. If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?

"Hey, what's with those expressions?"

"What I'm talking about is all informal history recorded by the most powerful 'recorders'!"

"This is all true!"

Seeing the various expressions on the faces of the Tarot Club members, and that most of them did not believe him, Ron slammed his hand on the bronze table in dissatisfaction.

He grinned, seemingly still wanting more details.

Stop talking nonsense. If it were really like that, Amon would have broken ties with his father long ago. How could he still be flaunting his status as the "son of the creator" everywhere?

Unless He has the same fetish, enjoying crawling in and out of other people's bodies!

"The World," Gehrman Sparrow took a deep breath, interrupting Ron's next strange ramblings.

"Mr. 'Moon,' I don't know if you have the payment ready, but I have already prepared the goods."

Before he finished speaking, he let out two hoarse laughs, completely pulling the Tarot Club members back to reality from their thoughts.

Although the conclusion just now was absurd, upon closer examination, anyone could tell that Ron was talking nonsense. They were simply surprised that their preconceived notions had been shattered and their worldviews had become slightly fragmented.

Emlyn White snapped out of his reverie, slightly raised his chin, adopted a tycoon's posture, and said with a hint of arrogance:

"Uh, of course, we vampires aren't like you humans; we keep our promises!"

Hmm, always bringing up vampires and comparing them to humans, it seems Ron really hurt him a bit last time. That guy is a real pest!

As his thoughts raced, Klein manipulated the world and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Alright, let's go with the price we agreed on: one Sequence Six, two Sequence Sevens, and one Sequence Eight, for a total of nine thousand five hundred pounds!"

To seize the young?

You took down a Sequence Six, two Sequence Sevens, and a Sequence Eight?

And isn't £9,500 a huge overpricing?

Emlyn wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. He paused for a moment, then realized that the human at the end of the bronze table thought he was a fool.

"Mr. World, do I look like an idiot to you?"

You look like it!

Klein silently muttered something to himself, then manipulated the "world" and said in a low voice:

"Nine thousand pounds, that's the lowest I can go. The followers of the Primal Moon are dangerous, and I also need to give some of the payment to the hired helpers."

Nine thousand pounds is more like it. If I quote nine thousand five hundred pounds within the vampire clan, no one should care. They won't bother to verify it with that dirty old man anyway.

After considering it for a moment, Emlyn, the "Moon," nodded and agreed to the deal offered by the "World."

"Mr. 'The Hanged Man,' is there any news about the vampire legacy you mentioned? You said last time that it was in the hands of a great pirate."

Emlyn White was well aware that although he had purchased these traits for the clan, he would probably never be among the first to be promoted.

Therefore, the thing the "Hanged Man" holds is the one he truly intends to achieve for himself.

However, even if he could take a kickback, he couldn't come up with that amount of money in a short period of time—a full four thousand pounds.

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You absolutely did not need to add that last sentence.

The experienced Hanged Man smirked, quickly glancing at the "Hermit" who resembled a Star Admiral, before calmly saying:

"I'm trying to contact him, but I haven't received a reply yet."

"I see."

Emlyn was slightly disappointed, but he quickly recovered and ended the three-way deal.

At this moment, the dummy "World" looked at the Tarot Club members and said in a hoarse voice:

"Gentlemen, I also have an extraordinary trait corresponding to Sequence Six 'The Corrupted Baron.' I wonder if any of you are interested?"

Are there more experts?

How many extraordinary beings has this guy killed this week?

(End of this chapter)