Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 506 The Primordial Beginning: Ron Sothos is a Troublemaker! (Two-in-One) 6.5K

"I'm here today as mayor to do only three things!"

"That's fairness, fairness, it's fucking fairness!"

Ron casually pulled up his pants and shouted his election speech.

Judging from his appearance, he could be considered fair in the "City of Calamity," a place where gender relations are extremely distorted.

In Ron Sothos's view, since these monsters could survive inside the "Source Matter," they must also be part of the "City of Calamity."

An endless cycle of twisting, hatred, struggle, and helpless coexistence.

Their characteristics are directly linked to the "City of Calamity," which may be some of the outward manifestations of this source.

If one can gain the approval of all, or most, the "residents," then that would be equivalent to a portion of the authority of the "City of Calamity."

"It seems that the one who destroyed the natural disaster and caused the root of all evil did indeed have his own plans. He seemed to have foreseen something before his death. Even though he could not resist the death monster and the narcissist, he still left his own preparations."

What can Ron say about this?

If you're not twisted enough, you won't gain the approval of the City of Calamity; if you're not distorted enough, you won't even get its attention.

For example, players like Medici seem too conservative.

"If He can manage to sleep with both the bearded man and Amon, I'm sure the mayoral position will be his for the taking."

The audience below the podium was completely silent.

All the monsters, dressed in clothes but with their own mutated bodies, were dumbfounded.

To call them monsters would be somewhat prejudiced; at least they possess some level of thinking and rationality. But to call them normal people is also unnecessary.

In Ron's eyes, they were nothing more than puppets of the "City of Calamity".

Suddenly, they shouted in unison:

"You're not from here!"

Each eye, bloodshot and dull gray, like the eyes of a long-dead person, stared intently at the blond head that didn't belong to this city.

Even worse, the grayish-white eyeballs sometimes burst open, oozing thick, yellowish pus.

The entire city, shrouded in blood red, trembled, and the monsters seemed to set aside their prejudices and turn their attacks on Ron as one.

The blond boy had sneaked in and had not been recognized by the "City of Calamity".

"What are you talking about? I snuck in, but this guy down below me isn't!"

"You are discriminating against disabled people without cause. Do you have any conscience?!"

Ron, without realizing it, removed his head and patted his chest with the hand that controlled his headless body.

"you"

Is someone without a head considered disabled?

Upon seeing this, the monsters on the podium were completely dumbfounded. They looked at each other, none of them knowing whether this was in accordance with the rules of the city.

This is what the source matter is like when no one is controlling it. Even if it has a set of operating logic, there are still some rigidities in certain places.

Just like the "Source Castle" now has two masters, although the poor ghost is naturally crushed by the dead ghost, it can still put up some resistance by using the source matter.

At least I can die in a cool pose.

"Who are you!?"

Soon, some local residents realized what was happening, and they roared angrily as if they had finally found a mistake in Ron's words.

The blond boy raised an eyebrow and said with a calm smile:

"I'm the mayor's advisor!"

"You can tell from his appearance that he's not very bright, so I usually have to come up with ideas to help everyone get along."

This is more than just being mentally challenged; it's practically brainless. Even headless monsters are quite rare in this city, and they basically occupy the lowest rung of the social structure.

The advisor?

Does this position exist in our city?

The puppets of the "City of Calamity" were once again dumbfounded. Ron's reasons made them know that something was wrong, but they couldn't find any evidence to support them.

The headless monster has no brains and seems very fair, so it definitely needs the assistance of a "master strategist".

At this moment, most of the monsters have quieted down, with only a small number still struggling and trying to break free from their mental blind spots.

Then, they suddenly raised their rotting heads and roared in voices filled with phlegm:

"Where's your butt!?"

"It's stuck in the tree," Ron replied calmly.

"Which tree!?"

"The Mother Tree of Desire".

"."

The puppets controlled by the City of Calamity were completely speechless. They wanted to verify it, but the "Mother Tree of Desire" was not something anyone could just look at.

Not to mention finding a body on it.

Seeing this, Ron felt that the time was almost up. He took a deep breath, causing air to leak from his trachea.

"If this guy next to me becomes mayor, who's in favor, and who's against?!"

"."

The monsters below the stage were still hesitating, but seeing their gestures as they tried to raise their hands, Ron felt reassured.

He hadn't expected that dealing with the "City of Calamity" would be so easy. All he had to do was remove its head, prevent it from being contaminated by the source matter, successfully erode a small portion of its permissions, and finally maintain "ZZZQ" to easily take it down.

"Medici is such a waste! He couldn't even take down something this simple in thousands of years. He's lived in vain!"

Ron muttered disdainfully to himself, never considering how many people could actually replicate his tactics.

Just removing their heads and putting them into the "City of Calamity" would probably cost ten of the Red Angels their lives, not to mention finding the patterns and daring to try and be perverse.

"I'll ask you one more time, who's in favor, and who's opposed?!"

This time, Ron didn't repeat his usual mistake. He grunted and unleashed an immense pressure that sent chills down the spines of all the monsters below the stage.

That's the kind of presence and status that only a "pillar" can display!

"I know you still have doubts, but I can help you get revenge and kill your real enemy!"

A big stick in one hand, a carrot in the other.

Ron's negotiating skills were very successful, and soon everyone in the audience shouted in unison again:

"You can only serve for three years; you will automatically step down after three years!"

Inside the cabin, which was filled with anomalies and heavily polluted, the boy's thin body moved, and then the flesh on his neck rapidly rolled back, and a new head actually grew back.

"Three years should be enough time, but for the 'mayor' to mobilize the resources of the disaster-stricken city, he still needs the consent of the councilors and residents. Isn't that too much of a restriction?"

The newly grown head had even whiter skin, Ron muttered to himself, not paying much attention.

In any case, all that is needed is the "City of Calamity" to stop the Deathly Ghost, and the Deathly Ghost was one of the culprits who caused the fall of the "Root of Calamity".

This hatred is so deep that he doesn't even need to sow discord.

The advantage of dealing with "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" is that almost no external gods will cooperate with Him.

However, to be fair, I can't help them, but being tricked into cooperating is their skill too.

We still need to be careful in this regard!

Ron raised his slender, fair hand to straighten the misalignment in his cervical spine, then went to the cabin door. As soon as he pulled open the wooden door, the space and time behind him suddenly darkened and vanished without a trace.

It was still night on the northern continent, and Alger Wilson was still standing at a distance, gazing at this place.

At that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted as he saw the blond boy walk out of the cabin, his face even paler, rubbing his neck as he went.

Solved!?

It hasn't even been half an hour!

At that moment, Mr. Hanged Man's heart pounded wildly. He instinctively wanted to step forward, but then suddenly stopped.

"You look exhausted; perhaps you should ask Mr. Fool for help?"

"Alright, stop testing me. I didn't expect you to be so cunning despite your honest and simple appearance."

"Fool... Hmph."

The blond boy arrogantly raised his head and glanced disdainfully at the Tarot Club members hiding in the distance.

Seriously, you're from the "fortune teller" route, aren't you?

"I'm sorry, I have to be very careful when dealing with this kind of thing."

You have the nerve to criticize me? You didn't give me a single word of advice and went straight into the source of danger. Sigh...

Such a powerful figure, on par with gods, probably wouldn't care about my thoughts anyway...

Alger Wilson's mind raced, but without showing the slightest displeasure, he quickly stepped forward to look behind Ron.

"Has it been resolved?"

He asked cautiously, quite curious about the source of the anomaly.

"I suppose that's settled. You'd better leave things as they are and don't open the door without permission, unless you want to die silently."

After leaving a head containing numerous special powers in the "City of Calamity," Ron destroyed the passage.

Now he can indirectly control that source essence through his senses. Although it's a bit troublesome, what he puts into his mouth is what truly belongs to him.

Compared to the "Celestial Master's" considerations, Ron clearly preferred the straightforward "City of Calamity."

We have already made contact with two sources of essence. To stop the Deathly Ghost, we need at least three more. Where can we find the remaining ones?

"..."

Just as Ron was pondering this, and was about to use his authority to seize the future, his pocket suddenly vibrated twice.

His expression remained unchanged as he looked at the "Hanged Man" standing in front of him.

"You go first, I'll be there in a bit."

At this point, the boy took two steps forward, patted Alger on the shoulder, and then said in a gentle tone:

"You've been a great help to me this time, and I'll repay you handsomely."

"Enough to change your future rewards!"

"I have high hopes for you!"

Ron's PUA moved Alger to tears, and tears almost welled up in his weathered old face.

The status and position of a "deity" represent the weight of his words; so gentle and sincere, no extraordinary being can resist them.

"Okay, I'll go back first."

Mr. Hanged Man immediately turned around, forgetting even to ask what the reward was, and walked away, afraid of disturbing Ron's business.

Tsk, he's so easy to fool. But I don't even have a high-level seal on the Storm Path right now. How should I reward him?

Are you suggesting we give Gohchinam to him as his wife?

With a silent grumble to himself, Ron pulled out the "Hidden Sage," which was sealed and bound by a metal shell, from his pocket.

Within it lies a message originating from the essence.

【make a deal】

Upon seeing this, the boy immediately revealed his purest smile, which made the dim corridor seem even brighter.

Today is a wonderful day!

…………

Today is a terrible day!

A cargo ship sailed slowly through the fog, the waves like the hands of giants tossing the hybrid steam-powered sailboat high and then slamming it down.

We've been lost for thirty-eight days!

I don't know where I am, or where I'll end up. The ship's food has run out, and we can't hold on any longer...

Whoever finds us, remember, do not go near that island!!!

[The above is all fake!!!]

They will come aboard with you, they will come aboard with you!!!

A middle-aged man with a gaunt face and sunken eyes put down his fountain pen in despair and closed the notebook on his dirty desk.

His blue but undeniably gray eyes scanned his surroundings, spotting the rotting corpses and the maggots wriggling on them.

At least, this can be considered as upholding the bottom line...

The captain, who hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a long time, thought to himself. He struggled to his feet, went to the corpse, and with trembling fingers picked up a maggot. He couldn't wait to put it in his mouth, as if he were savoring some delicious delicacy.

Suddenly, his expression became dazed, his eyes lost focus, and he muttered frantically:

"Go to that island, please save me, go to that island, please save me..."

…………

"So, one of your missions this time is to gather intelligence on the pirates' activities, and another is to find the Saint Barnega, which has some connection with the Church of Storms?"

With his cheeks puffed out, Ron looked like an adorable hamster, picking up a sea cucumber with a fork and putting it in his mouth, chewing away.

His complexion has improved considerably, clearly indicating that sea cucumbers are beneficial in many ways besides playing football.

"Yes, are you leaving?"

Frankly, this was not within Alger Wilson's expectations.

Who knew that this "God of Time and Space" would act so quickly, eliminating the biggest threat on the ghost ship in less than an hour.

No, after this guy arrived, he became the most dangerous and terrifying hidden danger on the entire ship!

A thought flashed through his mind, and Alger, who was actually only in his late thirties, suddenly sighed, then secretly glanced at Ron, who was still eating sea cucumber.

Seeing that he didn't react, she sighed again as if nothing had happened.

Hey kid, can't you just say what you mean?

How come it's even more convoluted than Klein's?

Ron twitched his lips, knowing that this was Mr. "The Hanged Man" subtly reminding him that it was time to pay.

Although the guy didn't show it obviously, Ron could still tell.

"To be honest, I feel like you're only now starting to show signs of a storm passing through you."

The boy didn't mind. Instead, he reached into the air and created a fountain pen and parchment, on which he scribbled something.

"This is a potion recipe for Sequence 4 to Sequence 2 of the Stormpath. You haven't even achieved Sequence 5 yet, so this is probably a bit too early for you."

"I don't have the corresponding characteristics. If you want me to find them, there will be a different price."

Sequence four to sequence two!?

This ship is actually worth that much?!

Upon hearing about this incredibly generous reward, even the usually composed Alger Wilson could not contain his excitement.

That's Sequence Two, it's an angel!

It is the highest level of existence in the Storm Path besides the "Lord of Storms"!

At that moment, Alger even had the urge to steal the ghost ship, betray the Church of Storms, and become a pirate.

"I advise you not to be too happy yet, I have something to remind you."

"After you advance to demigod status, you can apply to be transferred to the Backlund diocese. With just a little adventure, I guarantee you'll have more money than you can ever spend in your life."

"Of course, if you like the sea, then disregard what I said."

Ron stood up and gave a reminder, secretly securing an ally for the noble lady, before ignoring the astonished "Hanged Man" and heading into the cabin.

It's getting late, time to rest.

…………

Where is my husband?

"Have you seen my husband?"

"He is nearby; I can sense Him!"

Inside the spacious and comfortable guest room, Ron lay back on the soft bed, flipping through a book on the geography of Kita-Oji.

He glanced at the "Goddess of Beauty" trait placed under the crimson moonlight, and muttered with a slight pout:

"Don't look for your husband, look for me instead. Actually, I can do it too."

He remained silent for a few seconds, but received no reply, and even the female voices surrounding him disappeared.

It's quite a pure love story...

As the embodiment of the past, present, and future, Ron's precognitive abilities need no further explanation.

He can even make a flawless choice without any prior knowledge.

After all, countless futures are in His hands, so surely copying Him wouldn't lead to any mistakes?

What just happened was a clue to the next source of matter that he had foreseen.

To His surprise, the clues were still on the ghost ship, and they were even connected to two items on His person.

One of them is "The Shadow of the Goddess" from within the Rose School.

The second item was the prison lamp on his body.

"You brat, you secretly sensed the source energy without telling me? Are you tired of living?"

"Or have you forgotten the agreement between the three of us in this alliance?"

Ron took the wishing lamp out of his waist, twisted open the lid, and dug it out with his fingers.

"Fuck, are you crazy?!"

What a load of rubbish, it's all a scam...

The "genie" was naturally furious but dared not speak out. His golden, twisted figure appeared in a flash, snatched the lamp's oil-drained body, and loudly condemned:

"Putting aside the facts, aren't you also right?"

"?"

These words were spoken with such sincerity that Ron was momentarily stunned, feeling as if he had heard them somewhere before.

Question the Celestial Venerable, understand the Celestial Venerable, become the Celestial Venerable, and transcend the Celestial Venerable.

The Child of Chaos has clearly gone astray lately, and it's unclear who he learned it from.

"It definitely wasn't me..."

Ron muttered something under his breath, then turned his gaze to the gossipy "high-dimensional observer," his purpose being self-evident.

The room fell silent for a moment. After a long pause, the wishing lamp chuckled twice and said:

"Actually, I don't think the starry sky is all that great. If you have time, you could send me to the Western Continent."

"Don't worry, we have a contract. Even a pillar will be severely damaged if it breaks it. I will definitely help you, not someone else!"

What strange things are you saying now?

Since the uniqueness of the Judgement Path was established, the Chaos Child has become much more confident, and even their boasts have risen accordingly.

"Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly," the boy said indifferently.

"What I mean is, we have a contract, and even breaking it in the past will be severely punished. You can completely trust me; I will absolutely not compromise with that old man!"

The Son of Chaos spoke with absolute certainty, his thick skin clearly already possessing some of the skill of the Old Celestial Venerable.

Ron looked at Him with a complicated expression, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but a wave of powerlessness washed over him.

Honestly, he now regrets allying with this group of idiots. If he had known it would turn out like this, he would have just played the role of a manipulative woman and seduced the "Fallen Mother Goddess."

Seeing Ron's hesitant and reluctant expression, the Son of Chaos felt a pang of unease. He straightened his expression and questioned him:

"Ron Sothos, you'd be dead long ago if I hadn't gone to retrieve the Blasphemous Tablet. Don't you trust me at all?!"

What are you saying?!

How dare you say such a thing!?

The blond boy's lips twitched, and just as he was about to explain why, he heard the silver pocket watch in his arms making a chattering sound.

"He doesn't distrust you, he distrusts your intelligence."

"Haven't you noticed that the current situation is strikingly similar to what it was thousands of years ago?"

"You still dare to go in alone? Next time you'll end up as a chamber pot and no one will pity you."

"No, this time I'm absolutely certain, you know nothing!"

"Ha, when have you ever lacked sufficient confidence?"

Fuck you!

The "high-ranking observer" was not without his sharp tongue, leaving the "Child of Chaos" speechless with just a few words.

He looked at Ron, only to see that the pillar simply shrugged helplessly, clearly lacking the ability to judge character.

"snort!"

The Child of Chaos snorted coldly, feeling discriminated against, insulted, and hurt by this cold world. The golden, twisted figure scurried back into the pot and ran to the window to drown its sorrows in the scenery.

One day, He will use the rules to create a world without gossip!

Not very smart, but quite cunning.

The blond boy raised an eyebrow, silencing the still-talking "high-dimensional observer," and then entered the mini-drama in his mind.

Although he hadn't been here for a long time, the place was still bustling with activity.

"Narcissist, the air in the Western Continent is so sweet, it's filled with the fragrance of freedom."

Sure enough, as soon as Ron entered, he saw "Primordial" fighting "Mystery".

"Yes, the air over the sea smells sweet, and there's no secondhand smoke."

As soon as the words of the endless wisdom were spoken, the small theater lost its previous liveliness and became deserted.

The "Primordial Will" immediately put on a sour face and stood aside.

The Celestial Venerable, however, remained silent with a forced smile, fearing that his secret plot might be discovered.

Cold violence, blatant cold violence.

The three of them have completely broken ties, and there is no longer any brotherhood between them as they did a few months ago.

"I said."

"Shut up!"

"Shut your foul mouth!"

Ron was about to speak and try to connect emotionally when he was stopped by the two pillars. However, this was no problem for the shameless "God of Time and Space".

The blond boy, completely oblivious, slowly said:

"We two are best friends, bound by life and death, why are you so heartless?"

"Have you become so cold-blooded that you no longer recognize your own family?!"

What a masterful attempt to distort the truth!

His words caused the "Celestial Will" and the "Primal Will" to spasm in anger, with the former almost losing its mind and bursting out laughing.

"Fatball, shamelessness belongs to you, not me. In this respect, I call you the strongest!"

"However, there's no possibility between us anymore. Wash your neck and wait to die!!!"

"That's right, Sothos, the more we trusted you then, the more we hate you now. You completely broke your promise; you're a shameless scoundrel!"

"That's right, Fatty. I helped you so much back then, and all I got in return was betrayal. You despicable scoundrel!"

???

Do you want to hear what you're saying again?

When did you ever trust me? You've been the ones secretly causing trouble all along, haven't you?

Who would have thought that you, the "Primordial Creator" with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would be black inside!

Ron was shocked to hear these words. He thought he had been shameless enough, but he didn't expect there to be someone more skilled.

"Shut up, you two! I get annoyed just hearing you talk!"

These words, filled with utter disdain, immediately enraged the "Primordial Will," causing it to jump up and down in anger.

"Sothos, you're a troublemaker, you have no right to say that."

"Shut up, you narcissist! He's the troublemaker, and what are you, shit?!"

"No, you're the shit, I'm the one wielding the shit-stirring stick!"

Damn it!!!

As expected, with the addition of the troublemaker, the small theater successfully regained its former vitality, with laughter and cheerful voices filling the air.

(End of this chapter)