Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 497 Klein: Looks like I'll have to use seduction! (2-in-1, 5.7K)

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On the Black Death, the red-haired Elaine had her hands behind her back, with a thick, locked iron chain wrapped around her forearms.

He was dressed in men's casual clothing, but his jacket and shirt looked somewhat disheveled, clearly indicating that the escorts dispatched by "Lieutenant General of Disease" were not entirely honest.

"Fortunately, this time we didn't use the ritual magic taught by Amon, but instead used resin to mold it into a suitable shape and make a pad."

One of the faceless men secretly rejoiced, while using the not-too-bright crimson moonlight and the firelight on the deck to scan the surrounding environment into view.

The pirates stood at their posts, long swords in hand and gun holsters at their waists, looking extremely vigilant, as if they were on guard against some terrifying monster.

"This is different from what I expected and Danitz described. Is it because I took out their third mate?"

The leather shoes creaked on the deck; Gehrman was joining the hunt tonight.

Skilled hunters often appear as prey, and it must be said that, to some extent, the ways of dealing with things are quite similar to those of "The Fool" and "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun".

Just like...

He despicably disguised himself as a woman, using his body as bait to deceive and swindle.

In just a few minutes, the huge deck was left behind by Klein, who was then led to a beautiful maid with thick blond hair.

"The captain has been waiting for you for a long time; you'd better give her an explanation!"

The blonde maid's eyes held a hint of scrutiny and undisguised jealousy, and she slightly raised her chin, a cold smile playing on her lips.

With a slight movement of her eyes, she seemed to have already foreseen what kind of fate awaited this defector.

"Hmph, bitch!"

Upon seeing the pitiful-looking Elaine with her disheveled red hair, exquisite features, and slightly androgynous beauty, the blonde maid muttered a curse under her breath and then impatiently gave the order:

"Hand her over to me, or I'll gouge your eyes out!"

"……yes!"

The pirates' voices trembled, clearly out of fear of the "sick girl's" maid. Without hesitation, they turned away and moved away from the area.

"As for you..."

The maid looked at Klein again, glancing at his male attire.

"As for you, you should take care of yourself before going to apologize to her, you pretentious bitch!"

Hey, what did I do to you? Why are you so angry...?

Although he knew the other person was insulting Elaine herself, not him, Klein Moretti, being pointed at still made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Hmph, menopausal old woman."

Klein retorted in a soft, feminine voice.

As the saying goes, "experience is the best teacher," and after being mocked by Ron for more than half a year, Klein's sharp tongue has been honed.

With just one sentence, he completely shattered the blonde maid's psychological defenses.

"you!"

This direct provocation instantly made the blonde maid's face turn red. She grabbed Klein's arm, opened the door, and threw him into a bedroom.

"You bitch, who do you think you are?!"

"Whether you'll live or die after today is another matter entirely. Now, I order you to take off your clothes and put on a new dress!"

Madam, you speak terribly. What do you mean by ordering me to take off my clothes? Is this the only way you can salvage your pathetic dignity?

Klein inwardly scoffed, his lips twitching, but he didn't voice his highly provocative thoughts.

After all, he wasn't a gossipy guy like Ron.

Klein's gaze swept across the bedroom, and he noticed the clothes the blonde maid had mentioned.

It was a black women's long dress with wide, layered skirts, which looked quite conservative.

Klein didn't hide his frown, and while inwardly relieved, he glanced at the waiting blonde maid and said coldly:

"Untie my hands and get out."

"Pah, you filthy bitch, you slut!"

Upon seeing Klein's indifferent expression, the blonde maid naturally retaliated fiercely, shouting incessantly. However, after hurling a few curses, she obediently unlocked the chains, went outside, and closed the door tightly.

Only then did Klein breathe a sigh of relief.

He strode to the bedside, picked up the dress with a complicated expression, then grabbed the women's underwear that was underneath it, his mouth twitching violently.

"What is all this?!"

"And what's the point of this bitter tea? Is it meant for me to pull out the rubber band and smash the glass of the Black Death?"

This guy never expected that his first encounter with this kind of thing wouldn't be with his girlfriend, but rather when he was dressed as a woman in a skirt.

At that moment, Klein had an urge to turn around and leave.

"Calm down, it's just cross-dressing, it's not the first time. It's all just part of investigating clues about human trafficking..."

"If I can find any clues, I'll definitely shoot Tracy immediately!!!"

He picked up the ominous sign and put it on his chest, while stuffing the resin prop he had made into it. Soon, Klein disguised himself as a size that was not something that belonged to his level.

Then, Mr. Fool went to the full-length mirror, skillfully put on the dress, raised his hand and wiped his face. His features moved and changed, and the androgynous look on his face disappeared. He completely transformed into Elaine's appearance.

Looking at Elaine in the full-length mirror, Klein carefully compared her appearance until he removed the last blemish from her face, at which point he nodded in satisfaction.

Ron Sothos truly lived up to his title of "Endless Wisdom." This deity seemed to have foreseen this day long ago and had consciously cultivated Klein's expertise in this area long ago.

"This absolutely cannot be allowed to be found out by that brat, or he'll laugh me to death..."

"What if He badmouths me again at the Tarot reading, saying that 'The Fool' likes to wear women's clothing? Then I'll have nowhere to turn for help..."

While muttering to herself to ease the tension before the hunt, the crazy adventurer carefully took a step, lifted her skirt, and pushed open the tightly closed door.

"You bitch, put your hands behind your back. You're a prisoner now!"

As Elaine pushed open the door and came out, the blonde maid raised the iron chain in her hand, tightly locking Klein's hands to the front.

Then, in a retaliatory manner, she shoved the mad adventurer and led him to the captain's cabin door.

"Let her in alone."

As soon as they arrived at the door, the "Disease Admiral" in the captain's cabin noticed their arrival. Her voice was soft and had a slightly psychedelic quality, which made the blonde maid push the weak, pitiful, and helpless Gehrman Sparrow hard.

However, the Crazy Adventurer was quite adept at dealing with this one-on-one situation with the witch.

He immediately burst through the door and went inside, while quickly scanning his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.

This is a very luxuriously decorated room. The captain's room is carpeted, and the walls are covered with various paintings and a beautiful longsword. The most eye-catching feature is a large bed placed in the center of the room.

The bedding on it was in a mess, which unconsciously made people's imaginations run wild.

"Elena, tell me, how should I punish you?"

At this moment, the patient, who was half-reclining in the rocking chair, asked with amusement.

Her deep blue eyes suddenly widened, as if veiled by a layer of mist, making them look exceptionally alluring.

And she was the same, her whole body was naked, revealing large areas of snow-white skin. Her face, neck and collarbone revealed a slight blush. Her heavy, full breasts throbbed with her panting. Her flat stomach and abs were not covered at all, and were openly exposed to the air. Her round and slender thighs swayed lazily on the seat.

A mysterious aura lingered, and even a short white dress couldn't completely conceal her appearance; her eroticism was comparable to that of Mrs. Sharon, who once sought to learn history from Klein.

"Can't these witches even wear clothes properly? Is the Black Death so poor that you have to wear gauze?"

Seeing this, Gehrman Sparrow silently complained to himself, immediately calmed his mind, and meditated on layers of light spheres in his mind to resist the allure from the disease general.

He was already used to the witch's rudimentary skills; it was just taking off clothes, who couldn't do that?

Although he felt quite helpless about this, Klein still maintained his persona, his gentle voice tinged with pain as he said:

"Bringing me back is the best punishment."

"Oh? Bringing you back is the best punishment?"

"Hmph, actually, sometimes I see you're quite proactive, it's just that you always pretend to be so proper..."

At this point, Tracy looked at Klein's bound hands and raised an eyebrow.

"They've tied your hands. We don't think we've ever played this game before, have we?"

Madam, your comment was absolutely terrible...

While ill, she gently stroked her flat stomach, stood up, and circled around Klein, who was disguised as Elaine, again and again. Then she brought her face close to Klein's neck and gently inhaled, as if confirming something.

"The smell is exactly the same. Your pretentious act can't be faked. It seems to be real."

Suddenly, Tracy chuckled softly, ran her fingers lightly across Elaine's face, and finally lifted Klein's head from his chin.

What does "pretending to be serious" mean? I've always been serious, okay?!

Upon hearing this, Klein silently complained to himself, but a second later he realized that something was off about the general's words.

It seems that it really does mean something?

How could she be so sure Elaine was a fake?!

How is that possible?!

In that instant, Klein's heart nearly sank, and he felt as if he had fallen into icy seawater.

Before arriving at the Black Death, he had performed a divination above the gray fog, which indicated that there was no danger.

Was my divination disturbed again?

Shall we make our move now? I've already used the "Eloquent Speaker's" properties to warp and seal off the room. Even if we enter battle, the vigilant pirates on deck won't be able to detect us for a short time!

No, while a sudden attack has its advantages, it might not be enough to defeat this Sequence 5 witch. She hasn't discovered me yet. Perhaps we can use Elaine's identity to extract some important information from her.

Klein's thoughts raced, and in just a moment he suppressed his shock and made the decision to retreat.

He hesitated for a long time, resisting the urge to act immediately, and finally used the clown's extraordinary ability to control the facial expression on his face.

Red-haired Elaine raised her eyebrows slightly, biting her rosy lips with her pearly teeth, feigning strong resistance yet also a hint of curiosity, and asked softly:

"It seems to be true?"

Since force is not an option, selling one's body is the only remaining choice.

You know what, her charming appearance even made Klein, who saw himself in the full-length mirror, shudder.

He wouldn't notice Elaine's unusual behavior while he was sick, and would instead think that she was deliberately bringing up the topic to please him.

Yes, I've now confirmed that you are the real person.

"You both cooperate and resist, isn't that exactly what you're like, Elaine?"

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Hearing this, Klein was speechless for a moment. His hand, hidden under his skirt, trembled three times as he resisted the urge to slap Tracy.

I've already used my body to sell myself and this is what you're telling me?

Do you expect me to tear off my clothes and expose my thighs?

Although his first attempt ended in complete failure, Klein was not discouraged. His mind raced and he quickly found another way.

Elaine, the red-haired woman, shrugged slightly, took a deep breath, and a bittersweet smile appeared on her lips as she shouted in despair:

"Then why didn't you let me continue resisting? Why did you have to bring me back?"

Two hot tears streamed down Elaine's face. She gasped for breath as she broke free from Tracy's fingers that were supporting her chin, and in a fit of despair, she tore at her clothes.

"If you want it, then come on board. You've stationed so many people on the ship, isn't it just to prevent me from escaping again?"

Sizzle, sizzle.

A hoarse voice, accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric, echoed in the lavishly decorated captain's cabin.

Although her hands were already bound, Elaine stubbornly tore at her clothes, leaving bluish-purple marks on her fair forearms.

However, after tearing at it for a long time, he didn't see any results. Apart from a few tears in the hem and the chest area, nothing inside was exposed.

Upon seeing this, Tracy's eyes widened slightly, and her heart softened. She had never seen Elaine like this before, especially when she saw the purplish-blue marks on Elaine's arm, a sense of indescribable loneliness welled up in her heart.

Are you willing to hurt yourself like this just to leave me?

"No, Elaine, that wasn't to protect myself from you!"

Tracy said urgently, as she picked up a brass key, grabbed Elaine's arm, and personally unlocked the chains, throwing them to the ground.

"Elena, let me explain."

"I won't listen! You've only ever lied to me about sleeping with me!"

Klein was overjoyed at the sight and put on a phenomenal performance.

He had seen many similar scenes when he was a keyboard warrior on the internet in his previous life, so why couldn't he handle a little witch now?

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Tracy was speechless after being rebuked. Her expression quickly turned angry, and she immediately stretched out her hand, wanting to discipline the disobedient Elaine in a special way, just like before.

However, when Tracy saw that Elaine's eyes this time no longer held the timidity of the past, but only an emptiness and despair that showed she had seen through everything, it was as if a knife had pierced her heart, causing her another sharp pain.

She sighed, pulled the red-haired Elaine to sit on the edge of the bed, and explained softly:

"Elena, listen to me, it's not what you think."

"Those guards on deck are definitely not there to guard against you!"

Hearing this, Klein softened his expression slightly, but still asked in a cold tone:

"Who are they guarding against?"

"This time, I will be caught completely off guard by the disease," he said in a deep voice.

"A month ago I received intelligence that someone would be infiltrating the ship to assassinate me. Elaine, you know I'm not afraid of that, but my mission is to capture him, so..."

Tracy stopped there, her azure eyes shifting slightly. Seeing that the red-haired lady's expression had improved considerably, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know why I, who have always been assertive, have become so passive, thankfully everything is back to normal.

Compared to the relaxation of "Lieutenant General of Illness," Klein's situation was not so good at the moment.

"I received intelligence. There's been an assassination attempt. If it's no one else, then you're talking about me!?"

And this happened a month ago!?

What kind of news is this? Where did you get this information from?!

A sudden surge of fear of the unknown overwhelmed Klein, causing his body to freeze in place.

Has my fate been manipulated lately? Is someone influencing my subconscious?

His plan to assassinate the diseased lieutenant general was only a matter of the last two days, yet someone had notified him to be on guard a month in advance. This kind of foresight sent chills down Klein's spine.

It's a witch cult!?

My infiltration of the witch cult has been exposed, so the Primal Witch has come knocking on my door!?

Klein felt a chill run down his spine, but quickly dismissed the guess.

Putting aside whether the witch cult members he personally killed deserved the attention of the "Primordial Witch," let's discuss why the divination above the gray fog yielded results completely opposite to reality.

The divination based on the gray fog is perfectly fine, but in reality, the problems are enormous!

"Moreover, the gray fog is clearly able to isolate the influence of the true god level. Although divination of things at too high a level may fail, it will not lead to being misled."

"Who on earth could predict my specific actions a month from now? And who could set a trap for me like it was part of a script?"

"If I weren't dressed as a woman today, and if I weren't very skilled in this area, then I..."

In fact, Klein already had the answer in his heart when he reasoned about the problem. Although he had the values ​​of a modern person and did not have much reverence for gods and the like, there are always exceptions.

Of all the known deities, only one could instill fear in Zhou Mingrui to the core.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun!!!"

At that moment, Klein was like a black cat with its fur standing on end, wanting to jump up and shout for Ron to save him.

It's not that Klein is cowardly; it's just that the old Celestial Venerable left him with a deep psychological trauma last time, which caused him to see everyone as the Celestial Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang.

Since the diviner's path involves the Faceless Man, does that mean "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" also possesses this ability, perhaps even more powerful and more mysterious?

"Elena, why aren't you saying anything? Did I make you angry?"

Suddenly, Klein felt two soft hands on his right arm and heard a warm breath in his ear.

In an instant, a delicate fragrance unique to a woman's body quickly entered Klein's nostrils, arousing Mr. Fool's lust so intensely that he almost lost control.

At this moment, the sick woman's cheeks were flushed and a hint of greed flashed in her eyes. She had already clung to Klein, rubbing her fair body against him.

She stretched out her long, slender, white fingers, took out a small, triangular object from under her, and tossed it onto Klein's head.

"Great 'Fool,' has anyone ever told you that you were being a real green tea bitch just now?"

Skilled hunters often appear as prey, and compared to being despicable and shameless, Mr. Fool is still somewhat restrained.

Western Continent.

The surging, dark tide violently rose up, instantly corroding the puppets on both sides of the loess plateau who were trying to salvage something.

"Honestly, even in death he can't rest in peace, still getting involved with that guy."

With a pretentious sigh, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" completely disregarded the fact that it was He who had killed "Eternal Darkness," which is why "Eternal Darkness River" treats Him as if he were an enemy.

Although the "River of Eternal Darkness" resisted fiercely and refused to be touched, the Celestial Venerable naturally had ways to retrieve what he needed from within.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, forcibly borrowing power from his past self. Relying on this false power, he instantly scooped up a wisp of bright red energy from the black river.

This aura was terrifying and violent, constantly radiating a berserk will and pollution, seemingly trying to possess the body of the person before it and completely revive itself.

"That won't do."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" imitated Ron's posture, raised his hand and slapped him, instantly rendering the "Blood Emperor" completely powerless against his madness and tyranny.

Seeing that this wisp of spiritual will had finally subsided, the "Lord of Mysteries" beckoned and took out a mirror that was stained with strange rust and an aura of calamity.

A few seconds later, the mirror rippled slightly, like the surface of water. Upon seeing this, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" immediately grinned and said with a wicked smile:

"My lady witch, you wouldn't want your lover to be forever lost, would you?"

(End of this chapter)