Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 498, Part 502: Hmm? Is Daddy Heavenly Venerable's size big? 6.5K (Two chapters combined)

"grass……"

"Luo... Ugh!!!"

Realizing something was wrong, Klein was terrified and, abandoning his pretense, immediately called out Ron's real name as soon as he started in C gear.

However, his shout was abruptly cut off by a soft mass, preventing him from making a sound.

"Hehehe..."

"Tracy" chuckled and with a forceful push of her waist and back, easily shoved Klein Moretti onto the bed.

The pirate general was in a very strange state at the moment. Although there was an indescribable smugness to her expression, her azure eyes were still watery and misty, which seemed out of place.

It's like a split personality, with one being a normal, independent person, while the other is occupied by other strange things.

"Finally caught you, you bastard!"

"Tracy" glared at Klein through gritted teeth and slapped him hard across the face several times with all her might.

clap, clap, clap...

Suddenly, a suspicious sound came from the lavishly decorated captain's cabin.

???

These slaps left Mr. Fool's cheeks flushed red, saliva flying everywhere, and he stood there stunned, unable to react for a moment.

Klein had considered what it would be like to encounter "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" again, and had even imagined what kind of great battle it would be.

But he never expected that he would be defeated so completely, pinned down and slapped hard across the face by his opponent.

"Damn it, we have to find a way to save ourselves, or it's all over..."

Thoughts raced through his mind. With his red hair, refined features, and flustered expression, Klein rubbed his middle finger and thumb together forcefully and snapped his fingers crisply.

pat!

The next second, a burst of orange-red flames suddenly rose from inside his black skirt, instantly covering Klein's body completely.

Magician - Flame Leap!

"How dare you?!"

You're being a little too disrespectful to me, aren't you?!

Upon seeing this, a tic-tac-toe mark appeared on Tracy's smooth forehead. She smirked and deftly grabbed Klein Morey's right fingers, snapping them hard.

"Hiss... Holy crap!!!"

Intense pain shot through his fingertips, and Klein's facial muscles twitched violently as he screamed in agony, his face turning from red to blue and then deathly pale.

Are the authority of you so-called true gods something you can just snap your fingers over?!

"Ron, help me!!!"

At the last moment, he forcefully suppressed the pain in his fingertips and, filled with a will to survive, squeezed out a cry for help from his throat.

However, Tracy, who gave him a strange feeling as if she were a different person, didn't care. She simply tore off the last piece of gauze covering her body, exposing her beautiful body to the candlelight.

"Ha, stop yelling. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you."

"Hehehe... Just give in to me. Once I transfer the pollution into your body, you will see just how mysterious the realm of the gods is."

"Besides, I've also helped you settle down. Where else can you find such a good deal?"

Tracy chuckled softly, her laughter carrying a lingering sweetness.

Her two heavy, full breasts swayed slightly with her laughter. She spread her legs and sat on Klein's waist without reservation, frantically tearing at the black dress he was wearing.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Klein was shocked and completely dumbfounded. He still couldn't figure out what was going on.

He instinctively reached out his hand to stop her, but under Tracy's pressure, he could only retreat step by step and could not organize an effective resistance.

At this moment, Mr. Fool was like a wronged and frightened young wife being forcibly humiliated, tears welling up in his eyes.

Wait, how did things turn out like this?!

Also, where did it come from? What does it want? Why is it trying to take my clothes off?!

While frantically twisting his body, Klein forced himself to remain in a semi-meditative state. He had already overcome his initial panic and immediately thought of a question.

If "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" really found him through some means, then why didn't he just kill him and seize the Source Castle?

Judging from the personality displayed by this "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" last time, he is definitely not a soft-hearted person!

This is very wrong!!!

"You are not Him!"

Realizing something, Klein suddenly shouted tentatively.

At the same time, he seized the opportunity to extend his finger, paying the price of having his dress torn, and instantly dug his finger into "Tracy's" delicate nostril.

This move was incredibly fast, accurate, and ruthless.

With a sudden burst of strength, the mad adventurer threw the alluring body he was riding on to the ground amidst a gasp unique to women.

Seeing this, Klein Moretti became even more convinced of his guess.

Since "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" can become Ron's opponent, it means that the difference in strength between the two is not too great.

Such a terrifying being could not be so easily dealt with, even by its clones or puppets.

Normally, I should have been the one easily dealt with...

Klein silently chuckled to himself, relieving the immense pressure that was suffocating him.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the tattered fabric of his dress, and, supporting the ominous sign rendered useless by the falling resin, demanded sharply:

"Who are you!?"

"Ha, who am I? How hateful! If it weren't for the fact that my puppet clones would be detected, how could you be barking at me like a dog here?"

"Don't you know who I am...?"

boom--

Before "Tracy" could finish speaking, Gehrman Sparrow suddenly opened his mouth and imitated a gunshot.

Magician—Air Bullet!

Air bullets are invisible and intangible, and despicable sneak attacks can happen in an instant.

However, before Klein could fire his second shot, he clutched his chest in shock, staggered back two steps, and finally slumped to the ground.

"Hiss... Ah..."

A series of hysterical murmurs surrounded him, and his thoughts boiled over, causing Klein to gasp in pain.

His face was contorted as if he was enduring immense pain, and ugly, translucent buds of flesh protruded from his body. His fingers were constantly digging into the floor, oblivious to the fact that his hands were covered in blood from the punctures.

In just a few seconds, he, who was in good condition and mentally stable, was about to lose control!

When it comes to underhanded sneak attacks, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" is clearly superior.

"No"

"What's going on? Have I been corrupted? No, I didn't even notice before, and it didn't show any signs of a mythical creature!"

"Based on what He just said, He shouldn't be as strong as I thought. Oh right, I know what that strange feeling on 'Tracy' is!"

"That's the Stitched-together monster from Roselle's diary! To deal with me, it actually stitched its own spirit together with Tracy's!?"

"No, for a being of his level, transmitting his own contamination would probably be more appropriate!"

"you……"

Klein Moretti's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched, and veins bulged on his forehead. Although he didn't know how the other party had bypassed Ron's blockade, this was clearly not the time to think about such things.

Since we can't rely on kids, we can only rely on ourselves!

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. Although Klein had always kept his distance from "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun," he couldn't care less about that now.

Even if they don't want to face it, this damn fate will still bring them together, it's just a matter of sooner or later!

Taking a sniff of the strange scent surrounding him, Klein's expression changed, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

He laboriously raised his hand, removed the white lace panties that had been placed over his head, and threw them away with great effort.

Damn, there's poison hidden in B!

As the suspiciously contaminated underpants disappeared, the mad adventurer's delirium subsided considerably. He could no longer care about cursing "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" for his despicable and shameless behavior. He staggered to his feet, and the writhing hunger on his left palm instantly transformed into a deep and majestic golden color.

The interrogator—a mental piercer!

To deal with a mental anomaly, only extraordinary abilities targeting the mind will work.

Unfortunately, Klein happens to possess two different abilities.

Two white lightning bolts flashed in the mad adventurer's dark eyes, and his entire body was filled with dazzling majesty.

Tracy, who had already gotten up from the ground, let out a muffled groan and suddenly froze in place, trembling uncontrollably, with blood gushing from her eyes, nose, and ears.

efficient!

However, before Klein could feel any joy, he saw Tracy's hazy blue eyes, clouded by illness, suddenly change, filled with cunning and treachery.

"Ha, how foolish! Even if the judges came, they couldn't do anything to me!"

Blood was spurting from the corners of her eyes, nose, and ears, yet she still stubbornly persisted, forcefully kicking at Klein Moretti, who was heading straight for the door.

"Where do you think you're going!?"

Her fair body glided gracefully in mid-air, showcasing the allure of the "sick girl" to its fullest extent.

Unfortunately, Klein Moretti didn't even turn his head in the face of this incredibly alluring scene.

Some say that dying under a peony is a romantic death, like Russell and his ilk.

But who is Klein? He's a man who only loves money and life. Women will only slow down his advancement!

Damn it!!!

"Why are you running? Are you incompetent?"

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" obviously did not expect that Klein would not be tempted by the witch. In His opinion, the person who would inherit the Source Castle must be a bad seed.

Although they appear glamorous on the outside, their inner character is definitely not as upright as they seem.

However, the resurrection vessels deployed by the first two Source Castles were quite normal, so why did the third one deploy such an unlucky thing?

Seeing that Klein Moretti's hand was almost touching the doorknob, the old celestial being was too lazy to pretend anymore. Her two soft mounds in front of her breasts writhed and eventually transformed into dozens or even hundreds of fine tentacles.

The tentacles secreted a large amount of viscous liquid, which seemed to be composed of translucent, fine fleshy buds. The old celestial being stood tall and proud, and hundreds of tentacles shot out like bullets, instantly wrapping around Klein Moretti's hands, feet, and neck.

Come here!

Although it was merely a form of mental pollution that had taken over the witch's body, it was still enough to torment Mr. Fool to the point of crawling around in terror.

Frankly speaking, for the Celestial, there was no more efficient way to corrupt Klein and possess his body than through "intimate" communication.

Since you don't want to come in, then I'll go in myself. Anyway, I'm just spreading pollution, not having to give birth. Whether the socket is compatible or not doesn't matter, as long as it works.

As for why not spread pollution and invade Klein Moretti's mind out of thin air, it's because blocking Klein this time is essentially deceiving fate, or to put it more abstractly, deceiving the secrets of heaven.

Although He and Klein are now experiencing a heart-wrenching separation, to outsiders, everything that is happening in the captain's cabin is still a series of scenes of Gehrman Sparrow assassinating the ailing admiral.

It's not easy to deceive an all-knowing and all-seeing god, and to make Klein Moretti's fate one with his own, he would have to wait for him to come to him.

If the pollution spreads, it won't just be a matter of two people's fates; it will cause an undesirable change in the environment. Trying to cover it up will not only be time-consuming and laborious, but more importantly, it will be inefficient.

"Holy crap!!!"

Klein, whose limbs were bound by tentacles, screamed loudly. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, but that even if the ancients outside the barrier came, they would be frightened and run away in the face of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun".

This is so exciting!

A witch with a perfect figure and flawless looks, but whose chest was covered in slippery tentacles, was not only pulling at his pants, but also shouting as she did so:

"Hehehe, don't worry, you won't get pregnant. Just once, just once!"

At this moment, the towering, majestic, and mysterious image of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" in Klein Moretti's mind completely collapsed.

"Gun, gun, gun!!!"

He stretched out his right foot and kicked "Tracy" who was pulling down his pants wildly, kicking her delicate face until her eyes and mouth were crooked and cracked with fine fissures.

Inside the crack, plump, translucent maggots crawled in and out, quickly covering most of the face, and were climbing up Klein's thighs and into his skirt.

Seeing this, Klein Moretti felt a chill run down his spine.

He can't unleash the full power of his "Diviner" pathway, Sequence Six, right now. It's completely suppressed, like drinking a magic potion that's been wasted. While the writhing hunger has some effect, there's probably not enough time to launch a continuous attack to inflict damage.

Eerie, terrifying, horrifying.

This was Klein's first impression of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun," and his second impression was...

Shameless, despicable, utterly shameless.

Suppressing the horror in his heart, a layer of brilliant gold suddenly covered the surface of his writhing hunger. Klein was no longer able to stand up, but he still struck a pose of praising the sun.

Priestess of Light — Holy Light.

A beam of light descended from nowhere, instantly covering Klein's entire body. A sizzling sound echoed in his ears, and the plump, translucent maggots began to emit billowing white smoke under the purifying power. Even the tentacles that were wrapped around him trembled violently in the scorching sunlight.

"As expected, no amount of pollution can escape the sun's purification. I should have brought out 0-21!!!"

Seeing that it was really effective, Klein immediately manipulated the writhing hunger to launch another attack.

"Damn it, you bastard, even in death you're still this troublesome!!!"

The scorching heat from the sun thoroughly enraged the Celestial Venerable. He never expected that the insect entangled by the tentacles would be so provocative.

It immediately abandoned its slender tentacles and exerted force again. Although it trembled violently from the scorching sunlight, it was nothing more than that to "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun".

A flurry of actions, seemingly powerful, ultimately amounted to only 0.5 damage. Without divine intervention, it was all in vain.

"Heh, push harder, didn't you eat?"

In his spare time, He even had time to let out a sarcastic remark, which left Klein dumbfounded.

What kind of monsters are these? How come they're still alive?

At this moment, Klein was completely helpless. How could a Sequence Six player like him possibly escape the trap that "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" had meticulously crafted?

Just then, as Klein's mind raced and he had already prepared his last words, the world before his eyes suddenly trembled, as if a convex lens had flashed past his eyes. Then, everything in the captain's cabin froze in place, unable to move an inch.

The flame of the burning candle stopped flickering, the worms that had covered his body stopped climbing, and the previously arrogant "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" also stopped in place.

"What, what, how come I'm alright?"

"That's Ron's ability. I've seen that bastard before. Do you know how I survived those last few minutes?!"

Klein's heart gradually calmed down, and the joy of surviving the ordeal welled up in his heart. He quickly looked around, trying to find the blond boy.

But after looking around, he still couldn't find his good brother who was both a teacher and a friend.

When they're useful, they're called good brothers; when they're useless, they're called little brats. Even Mr. Fool can't escape the "it's actually good" law.

Although he hadn't found Ron, Klein didn't waste any time. With hope in his heart, he suddenly felt an inexhaustible surge of strength throughout his body. With a forceful swing of his body, he instantly broke free from the tentacles' restraints.

The tentacles that had been tightly wrapped around the carpet were now loose and drooping.

Without thinking further, he hurriedly shook off the tiny insects crawling on his body, leaving none untouched, inside or out. At the same time, he used the wriggling hunger to cast a divine light, purifying himself five or six times. Only after confirming that neither his body nor his body had been invaded by this strange pollution did Klein finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness."

Klein, who had survived the ordeal, gasped for breath, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief.

Although he was still in a daze, he had already grasped some of the situation. If "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" hadn't been trying to conceal his corruption, there probably wouldn't have been any need for this trouble.

At that moment, a malicious gaze swept over him, and Klein trembled all over, a chill suddenly rising from his tailbone.

He looked incredulously at the diseased general, who had mutated to the point that even a glance at him would make him dizzy. He never expected that the pollution from "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" would still have consciousness even when time had stopped.

At that moment, He was staring intently at him!

Without hesitation, Klein turned and ran.

To make running away easier, he transformed his physique and appearance into that of Gehrman Sparrow. Although the Faceless Man potion didn't give Klein much strength, biologically speaking, someone with more muscle at the same weight would definitely run faster.

He kicked open the captain's cabin door, leaped to the ship's side in three quick steps, and jumped down without stopping.

Klein had intended to dive into the sea to find the giant fish that could be controlled by the scepter of the sea god, and have it carry him quickly across the seabed. However, when he saw that the outside world was also black and white, he immediately abandoned the idea.

With his feet on the water, the Crazy Adventurer rolled over to dissipate the impact without creating a ripple, and immediately ran towards the shoreline without stopping.

During the stillness of time, the sea provided him with solid support.

"I hope I have enough time, and that I don't fall into the sea halfway through my run, or get caught by that pervert."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he have the mind to mutter a curse in his heart to ease the tension.

Suddenly, he heard a faint, shattering sound, like a echo from a dream. Klein unconsciously turned his head and glanced at the Black Death, which was a few hundred meters away from him.

The Black Death was still the same Black Death, unchanged in the slightest, but Klein grinned and sighed in relief, muttering to himself:

"The disease-stricken general is truly formidable. Even though I removed her magical artifact immediately, she managed to stall me for so long. Fortunately, I was more skilled and, thanks to my thorough preparation, I defeated her."

"Of course, this is most likely due to the sudden stop of time, but is my ability to move freely here because of the sequence pathway Ron gave me?"

"It's truly unexpected that the Governor's Office of Bayam was secretly in contact with the ailing Lieutenant General. No, it shouldn't be the entire Governor's Office, but only a portion of the important generals planted by the royal family."

"Tsk, this is difficult."

As Klein ran, he recalled everything that had happened on the Black Death, mentally reviewing the entire battle and identifying several weaknesses that could be considered his own.

Fate changed silently, the chaotic and distorted turning points in destiny disappeared, and everything returned to normal without a single mistake.

"What a lucky guy!"

In the unknown, the great being that dwells above fate let out a helpless sigh.

As the waves surged, Klein used his last bit of strength to swim from the sea to the beach. When he had run three-quarters of the way, the black and white world mischievously disappeared, leaving the already disheveled Gehrman Sparrow even more disheveled.

"Wearing a skirt, and with my upper body torn to shreds—that's not the worst part. The worst part is that my 'rubber' is gone, and my women's underwear is hanging on my chest. Luckily, there's no one on this beach, otherwise, the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow would be on the front page of the archipelago's newspaper tomorrow!"

Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed helplessly. Just as he was about to look around to see if there were any suitable changes of clothes, he heard a familiar exclamation from not far away.

"Mr. Schermann Sparrow, what happened to you? Do you need my help?"

Audrey Hall waved hesitantly, knowing full well as a "spectator" that greeting someone in this situation would make the other person quite embarrassed.

but.

"Mr. World looks to be in serious trouble. We don't know why he's wearing a skirt, and it even seems like he's been subjected to violence, but we're all members of the Tarot Club, so we should help him if we can."

"Consider it for Mr. Fool."

Noticing the noble lady's gaze, Klein stiffly turned his head, giving an awkward yet polite smile.

I am Gehrman Sparrow, I am the mad adventurer, I am "The Fool," I cannot give myself away, I absolutely cannot give myself away.

He brazenly ripped off the ominous sign hanging around his neck, threw it into the sea, and then asked in a dry voice:

"Who are you? I don't know you. I killed Lieutenant General Tracy, who was suffering from disease!"

"Nobody asked you if you killed him or not, Mr. World, what are you so guilty about? Wait, who did he just say he killed?"

"Was it someone dressed as a woman who killed him?"

The noble lady scanned Klein's entire body once more, immediately realizing something, and asked with considerable excitement.

"."

"It's not cross-dressing, it's infiltration and disguise!"

Gehrman Sparrow defended his last shred of dignity.

(End of this chapter)