Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 496 Sorry, Having a Good Father Is Really Amazing (Part 2) (6.4K)

That night, on Lacha Island, in the Emerald City.

A crown made of a torrent of information floated silently in Bernadette Gustave's palm, its patterns intricate and varied, its style belonging to no country in either the North or South continent.

Although she couldn't understand the patterns, Bernadette felt a strong sense of familiarity with them. She gripped them tightly until her fingertips turned white before confirming the authenticity of the objects in her hands.

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This was the umpteenth time Bernadette had fallen silent; Ron's existence was simply challenging her values.

"Ha, what kind of big shot am I in the mystical world? Zarathustra's divination is completely inaccurate. I originally wanted to get this property through Bonova, but he has a more effortless and direct way."

Sitting cross-legged on the crystal throne, the "mysterious queen" suddenly made a self-deprecating remark, sighed, and shook her head, which was covered in chestnut hair.

If she's right, this "Knowledge Emperor" trait, with intervals of no more than half an hour, is most likely something that the true god went to the "Perfect Land" to demand.

"How exactly did they do that?"

Although they are all true gods, based on Bernadette's profile of Ron's wicked character, it is unlikely that any true god would lend Him an item, especially one with such an important characteristic as an adjacent path.

Aren't you afraid of not getting your money back?

Shaking her head to hastily shake off the strange thoughts in her mind, the "Mysterious Queen" calmed down again, flipped her hand, and put the property with the powerful aggregation effect into her pocket.

She pondered for a moment, then called out in the empty crystal palace:

"Tina!"

As soon as the call ended, a lady dressed in armor and dressed like a knight stepped into the palace through the arched gate.

She knelt on one knee, bowed, and said:

"Your Majesty."

The mysterious queen, residing high within the crystal palace, nodded slightly and gave the order in a detached tone:

"Gather all members of the Elemental Dawn and prepare for an attack by the 'Morse Penitentiary.' Tell them this is not a drill!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled out a piece of paper and quickly wrote on it:

If you still consider him your father, come and offer a small helping hand.

Thanks to someone's incredibly fast efficiency, the entire plan was pushed to the later stages in just three days, leaving Bernadette with no time to prepare.

In her view, acting as bait at this stage was undoubtedly the most dangerous part of the whole plan. As for making Ron wait or saying that she wasn't ready yet and needed to go to the bathroom, Bernadette didn't think the deity would bother to listen to her request.

"Ha, bait means your survival depends entirely on yourself."

Promises from the gods are not so easy to keep, but the current situation is exactly what Bernadette expected.

The concept of equivalent exchange is something even a three-year-old understands, and the reward needed to help save her father is perhaps only something that can barely be considered worthy of such a life-risking price.

"I hope everything goes well."

A gentle night breeze swept by, and within the brightly lit crystal palace, a black and white world silently spread like a tide.

Bernadette Gustave's thoughts froze instantly, her body unable to move, her entire being fixed in a frozen space-time, like a tiny insect trapped in amber for thousands of years.

Mysterious Reappearance – Time Freezes.

This strange magic originated from the ancient sun god of the Second Age who controlled time and space.

After that great being conquered the various ancient gods, similar secret legends would circulate in the corresponding regions.

Although there are still many who understand these secrets in the Fifth Age, the fact that magic is not powerful does not mean it is not useful.

In the next instant, countless giant swords made of dawn appeared out of thin air, completely surrounding Bernadette's entire body.

These giant swords seemed to be tainted with the aura of betrayal and decay; the moment they appeared, they caused the crystal palace to decay, shatter, and collapse.

Ron's eye twitched at the sight before him.

The path of the "secret seeker" truly lives up to its reputation as a high-risk profession. It's one thing to steal one's own authority, but at least the source of magical power can be considered a glorious deed.

But the backstabbing intent emanating from your Dawn Greatsword is too obvious, and there are so many swords. Are you trying to say that Bardhail stabbed the Giant King more than once?

Be careful, or He might sue you for defamation!

"Damn it, isn't this just digging up someone's dirty history? No wonder Morse's ascetic practice is ignored by everyone."

Ron, who had just finished watching the show from afar, saw the black and white space that had spread throughout the surrounding area and merged with the void quietly shatter, and more than a dozen Dawn Greatswords pierced straight through Bernadette's body.

Puff puff puff puff...

Blood blossoms bloomed brilliantly as the Dawn Greatsword pierced through her back, chest, head, and spine. In just an instant, the "Mysterious Queen's" body was hacked into pieces.

A tiny spark suddenly ignited, like a faint warmth dispelling the cold, or like a vision seen by a dying person on their deathbed.

The mystery reappears—The Little Match Girl!

This is a powerful magic that can drag people into illusions.

Bernadette stood on the crystal floor, far removed from the spatial location she had been in a moment before. Her blue eyes were indifferent as she looked at the members of the "Morse Penitentiary" who had infiltrated the Emerald Palace to try and behead her.

"It wasn't Agostino, it was another member of the Ten Pillars, an angel..."

She shook the nearly burnt-out match in her hand, feeling incredibly fortunate that the "God of Time and Space" still had some conscience and knew to inform her of the "Morse Ascetic Order's" sudden attack.

If it weren't for the prior notice, that angel's sneak attack, even if it didn't severely injure her, would have at least rendered her unable to fight.

"So it turns out He wasn't entirely without conscience after all..."

Suppressing the strange knowledge she had observed, Bernadette raised her hand and summoned an invisible servant.

"Pale Death".

She gave the orders rapidly as she backed away.

When facing an angel from the same path, choosing to attack immediately is a rather unwise move.

Because in these kinds of battles, those in higher positions often have an absolute advantage.

What you can do, your enemies can also do; what you can't do, your enemies will also do, and they may even be more powerful than you. Most importantly, those in high positions along the same path are very familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of that path, and will therefore launch targeted attacks.

Therefore, it is difficult to achieve victory or make a sound response without external assistance.

Inside the dimly lit crystal palace, reflecting the crimson moonlight, Bernadette's azure pupils suddenly contracted, then closed tightly, unable to observe any further.

Just as the attack was launched, the old man in the wizard's black robe had vanished without a trace, leaving only an empty black robe behind, creating the illusion that he was being held captive in the dim light.

In an instant, a torrent of information emerged out of nowhere, relentlessly washing over everything within the palace.

The supporting pillars of the Crystal Palace suddenly carbonized, and the inherent information of the crystal seemed to be rewritten by a strange force, turning into tiny black "ashes" that collapsed from the inside out, like black snowflakes rising with the wind.

The giant crystal palace began to shake. Bernadette, who seemed to sense something with her eyes closed, looked grave and quickly retreated, trying to escape her current environment before the palace collapsed.

However, after taking the first step, a piercing pain suddenly shot through her soles, and her corresponding spiritual body also shattered slightly, causing her long, slender thighs to instantly lose all sensation.

Blood gushed out from the tall leather boots, spraying outwards as if the crystal floor, which was clean and tidy just a second ago, had been covered with a layer of steel knives the next. Anyone trapped who dared to leave the spot would inevitably suffer intense pain and great harm.

This is yet another unknown and mysterious magic spell, seemingly inextricably linked to the legendary "hell".

In just a few dozen seconds, and only a few exchanges, Bernadette Gustav was already at a great disadvantage. If she had no way to deal with it, she would be crushed into a pulp by the collapsing palace dome in the next second.

This is the suppressive power of angels over this path. Simply by activating the mythical creature form, they can render extraordinary beings below Sequence Two unable to move freely, unable to see, hear, or smell.

"We can't tough it out; we have no choice but to take a gamble."

At that moment, Bernadette realized the dire situation she was in. Although she appeared to be in grave danger, she remained surprisingly calm inside.

He stretched out his palm, quickly grabbed the object brought by the invisible servant, and slammed it onto his slightly pale face.

It was a pale mask that shimmered with a metallic sheen, with holes only for the eyes and no gaps anywhere else.

As soon as the sealed artifact appeared, the blood flowing from the mysterious queen's feet gradually turned cold and stopped flowing, while her body slowly lost its temperature, and her joints became stiff and unable to move flexibly, as if they were glued together.

She was dying little by little, but before that, death would be used for her own purposes.

In an instant, the torrent of information surrounding the Crystal Palace abruptly stopped, then fled outwards at all costs. Its own information began to automatically disintegrate and dissipate within the realm of death, just like a rock that had been eroded by wind and sand for thousands of years crumbled at the slightest touch.

This item was made by Roselle in his later years after returning from the Southern Continent. It corresponds to the Death Path and is Sequence 1, "Pale Emperor".

To some extent, the authority of Sequence One has already acquired some of the power of a true god, and is an important cornerstone for the existence of gods.

The absence of Sequence 2 does not impair the god's state, but the absence of Sequence 1 will inevitably result in a drop in rank.

Click click click.

The dense cracking sound echoed in Bernadette's ears, but then it turned into the rustling sound of sand blowing by.

Under the crimson moonlight, the entire crystal palace had vanished. Within the pale expanse of death, nothing could escape its fate; everything would eventually disappear without a trace.

Frankly speaking, the best way to deal with this situation right now is to take out the "Wishing Lamp," make a wish to have all the abilities of the Knowledge Emperor for ten minutes, and then give the attackers a good beating.

However, since the sealed artifact has already been sold, Bernadette can only temporarily escape the dangerous situation by using passive methods.

"An angel is with me, but what about Agostino?"

"According to the information He revealed, it seems most of the Ten Pillars have arrived. The remaining demigods are probably already engaged with Tina and the others. We need to speed things up."

In a flash, the "mysterious queen" raised her hand and removed the pale mask covering the upper half of her face. Her body became much more agile, but her fair face was still pale and bloodless, like a living corpse that had been dead for many years.

As the information torrent swept by the wind and traversed obstacles, it witnessed this scene and immediately coalesced into eyes that were half real and half illusory. The eyes, suspended in mid-air, revealed utter indifference. It produced a glass filled with red wine from somewhere and smashed it over, spilling the wine into the air.

Made of gold and inlaid with various gemstones, this wine cup, which looks like something only a god could possess, slowly falls from mid-air. For every centimeter it falls, the amount of blood-red wine that spills doubles.

In just a few seconds, a blood-red, corrosive floodwater fell from the sky, threatening to engulf the entire island of Lasha.

This is yet another strange and mysterious magic spell, seemingly from an ancient legend of the elven race.

King Sonia Thorem of the Elves threw down a goblet, and an endless flood engulfed the Elves' enemies. Although the exact history remains unknown, and the ancient legends originating from the Elves have been embellished, the fact that this magic could work, and that what was poured out was not flood but blood, undoubtedly speaks volumes.

The crimson moonlight was obscured by a large shadow, and a strong, fishy stench instantly swept across the entire island. Even though Bernadette had closed her eyes, she could still feel the madness and brutality emanating from the sky above.

Without any hesitation, she raised her hand and flipped it over, revealing a crown constructed from gold and a torrent of information in her palm. The crown was engraved with patterns that did not belong to this era. This was the seal artifact created by the characteristics of the "Knowledge Emperor".

Although she didn't know why her father's extraordinary ability had become a sealed artifact, she wasn't surprised that it had fallen into the hands of the "Steam Church".

In short

We will win!

Bernadette solemnly placed the crown on her head, and countless strange pieces of knowledge flooded into her mind, instantly leaving her stunned on the spot.

What a wonderful taste Adriana had, what a seven-times-in-seven-times-out at the masquerade ball, what a wild battle in the little garden, and what a strange witch detection spell, the method of which is to insert it and know the truth immediately.

What the hell is all this stuff?

Even though her father had been dead for almost two hundred years, and even though she knew what kind of person Russell Gustave was, Bernadette's face still darkened, and she wished she could throw the crown on her head and kick it.

This crown seems to have been used by the Steam Church, doesn't it?

Bah! You're the one who embarrasses yourself, but what about Bonova and me?

In that instant, Bernadette suddenly felt a little reluctant to save her elderly father and thought it best to let him continue lying down.

"Much of the content in those diaries is probably useless, if they really are diaries."

Fortunately, the properties within this sealed artifact originated from Roselle. After instilling a lot of useless knowledge into the user, it seemed to sense the user's bloodline and immediately stiffened, changing the type of knowledge. At the same time, the amount of knowledge output also decreased significantly.

In the mystical world, this is what is called a connection, a connection with the spiritual imprint of a high-sequence powerful being remaining within the sealed artifact.

Although it was shameful to be in harmony with the sealed object according to its nature, Bernadette didn't care about that at the moment.

Her body transformed into a torrent of information, and with a sudden grab of her illusory hand, the overwhelming crimson flood twisted and changed shape, then flickered twice before disintegrating into countless shimmering fragments of spiritual energy.

The "Knowledge Emperor" can capture information from his surroundings, and the magical principle behind the mysterious reappearance is nothing more than a construction of a piece of information.

Therefore, if the medium through which magic can take effect—that is, the hidden legend itself—is held in one's own hands, the re-emergence of mystery will naturally fail to produce the corresponding magic.

"That's... a sealed artifact!? Another first-tier sealed artifact!?"

One of the ten pillars, another angel in the "Morse Penitentiary," felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this scene. Although the one opposite him was not a true Sequence One, under the suppression of his abilities and rank, he also felt somewhat troubled.

He might not care about other methods, but high-level seals in this method would undoubtedly greatly reduce His power.

Not to mention that the sealed artifact was a part dropped by Roselle Gustav. Anyone with a brain knows that if His daughter used it, the negative effects would most likely not be significant.

"Damn it, if we add that Shinigami pathway seal artifact to that..."

Edras realized that if he was really stubborn, he would most likely be defeated here today.

So what if you have a sealed artifact? So what if you have a father?

Comparing oneself to others is infuriating, and although it's infuriating, this situation was within His expectations. As a true old man, He was naturally prepared.

"Agostino, stop hiding! Give me the filthy flute, let's take care of her together!"

You have a level 0 sealed item, so why don't we, the "Morse Ascetic Order," have one too?

Although he didn't know why Agostino had said he would keep all the sealed artifacts safe before he left, Edolas chose to trust him based on their thousands of years of friendship.

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"it is good."

As the aged voice appeared in the void, Edolas visibly relaxed. His eyes, once filled with a torrent of information, became indifferent again as he quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to find the equally information-rich "Mysterious Queen."

Just then, a gentle breeze suddenly swept across the sky above Emerald City, and a tall, handsome young man with chestnut hair, blue eyes, and a striking appearance appeared out of thin air.

"It's Bonova Gustav. Even in death, Rosell is still so annoying. I'll stop him to prevent Stiano from getting involved. Bernadette is yours to handle!"

The old, hoarse voice sounded quite surprised, but also carried a hint of relaxation. As soon as he finished speaking, Bonova Gustav's figure in mid-air disappeared, dragged into an abnormal dimension by an invisible force.

Bro, you haven't given me the sealed artifact yet, how am I supposed to fight?!

Upon hearing this, Edolas was stunned. However, before he could even sense that something was amiss, his mind exploded, and his body, composed of information, trembled violently, as if a vast amount of extremely complex and useless knowledge had been stuffed into the information that made him up.

The pornographic spam originating from Russell Gustav was clearly not something an ordinary person could digest, let alone someone who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

Even after nearly a thousand years of knowledge being swept away by the "Hidden Sages," this member of the Ten Pillars had never suffered this much. The speed at which he sorted out knowledge simply couldn't keep up with Roselle's pornographic garbage.

Edolas was firmly held in place. Although the pain and numbness in his mind prevented him from thinking, the instinct to struggle still made him chant a name.

"The eye that sees through knowledge, the source of mystery and enigma, the sage who is hidden from the unknowable."

A buzzing sound seemed to emanate from the horizon, as if countless people were whispering, talking, howling, and chanting all mingling together. A vast amount of information and knowledge, like the buzzing of mosquitoes' wings, cunningly burrowed into the minds of all living beings on Lasha Island.

The insects in the jungle died instantly, stiffening and hunching over. The animals in the forest crashed against the rocks, especially the curly-haired baboon hanging from the tree trunk. It clutched its head tightly and fell to the ground with a thud, rolling back and forth.

Look at its pained expression, it seems to be saying, "Master, stop chanting!"

On Lasha Island, the extraordinary beings who were fighting each other seemed even more wretched. The two sides fell to their knees at the same time as the sound appeared, their bodies twisted and hunched, their skin cracked and bleeding.

Even worse, some would have their heads explode, lose mental control, and go on a rampage, slaughtering those extraordinary individuals who were lying on the ground in agony and unable to resist.

A "light" that could not be seen by most extraordinary beings appeared out of thin air. This light had no physical form and seemed to be composed of a series of complex information. It moved to the top of the island in a torrent-like manner in an illusory form.

The next moment, an enormous eye, large enough to encompass the entire island, appeared. Its gaze was cold and emotionless as it stared at the crown worn by Bernadette.

In the heart of Emerald City, Bernadette was in even worse shape. Just a glance from the "Hidden Sage" was enough to make her brain boil, her brain matter spilling out as she couldn't withstand the terrifying information shock.

Her body twisted and deformed, growing blood-red eyeballs, and her ears stretched outwards, as if they were about to turn into trumpets.

Fortunately, the Hidden Sage's gaze was not directed at her, and the crown of knowledge, to some extent, helped her resist most of the pollution and knowledge.

Otherwise, with just one glance, the king of the sea would lose another member!

At this moment, Bernadette no longer had the energy to carefully choose her words, and could only utter a concise expression of her true feelings:

"You bastard, help me!!!"

"Dog thing" naturally refers to Ron, and the shouting for help was obviously learned from Backlund, the detective who was chased by a dog.

"Stop howling, aren't you ashamed?"

In the next moment, all the cries, explosions, and murmurs on the island disappeared, and a clear boy's voice, accompanied by the illusory sound of a clock hand turning, entered the ears of the "Mysterious Queen".

She froze for a moment, then immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Bernadette struggled to open her eyes, stood rooted to the spot, staring straight at the sky, then her pupils dilated, and she froze in place.

Black and white is the dominant color of this world. The entire sea as far as she can see is frozen in time, with fish leaping out of the water hanging in mid-air, still retaining their leaping posture.

The crimson moonlight remained unchanged, and the clouds on the horizon could no longer obscure its radiance.

The dust raised by the battle was frozen in that moment, as if it were imprinted on an old photograph.

At this moment, she seemed to realize that the title "Time and Space Ruler" in Ron's name was entirely literal, and compared to the magic that could only trap her for a second before, this was nothing short of a miracle.

"This...this means you've stopped time in the entire ocean!?"

Bernadette asked in astonishment. Even after holding a high position for many years, she could not hide her surprise. This ability was simply unimaginable and she had never heard of it before.

However, Ron scoffed at these words.

"No, this time it's the whole world that's stopped."

(End of this chapter)