Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 507 The Primordial Beginning: I'll Show You How Perverted You Are! (4K)

They've been arguing for three years, and the three pillars of the alliance are still as stubborn as ever.

When mortal enemies get together, there's only one outcome: a fierce and explosive argument!

But just as their insults reached their peak, the blond boy suddenly changed the subject:

"Original Primordial, are you really going to just stand by and watch this freak steal my 'uniqueness' as a diviner and live a carefree life on the Western Continent?"

"Don't you feel ashamed about the pace of recovery?"

Upon hearing this, both the "Primal Will" and the "Celestial Will" were stunned, clearly not expecting Ron to pull this stunt.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"The fortune teller is clearly mine, what's it to you!?"

In less than half a second, the "Celestial Venerable's Will" immediately jumped out to defend its innocence, clearly in a hurry.

He didn't want to let Fatball's trash talk continue.

Who knows what unpleasant things might happen in the future?

However, the "Primordial Creator" showed no surprise at such provocation, simply reverting to his composed demeanor and coldly stating:

"Being with you two shameless scoundrels is truly torture."

"Ha, it's better to let this characteristic of mine remain dormant, so as not to get tainted with scandal."

"Sothos, even gods should know shame, at least they can't be shameless. Don't you feel ashamed looking at your holy scriptures?"

Although the grand and majestic voice of the "Primordial Will" was tinged with a hint of mockery, it was still spoken in a very tactful manner.

The gist of it is: you damn bastards, we're already locked in a life-or-death struggle, how dare you come here to sow discord?

Yes, in the current situation, the "Primal Will" can see what its nemesis, Ron Sothos, is thinking.

It's nothing more than testing the waters, or exploiting the feud between Him and "mystery" to achieve some despicable and insidious purpose.

Even if you try to fool me, I will never fall for your tricks!

The "Primordial Will" occupied a portion of the small theater with a blank expression, while He Himself appeared fearless and arrogant.

It's as if they don't care at all about losing all their own characteristics, having their source essence sealed, and having no chance of recovery in the short term.

Frankly speaking, beings at their level are not afraid of death at all. Although their consciousness is dormant, it will return one day.

The worst outcome is simply waiting for the next initial aggregation to split again and return. They can split again, but Ron Sothos cannot.

This is also the greatest source of confidence for the "Primordial Creator": Can you withstand the coexistence of heaven and earth?

The blond boy was not discouraged when he heard this; instead, his eyes sparkled as he nodded repeatedly.

Are you sick in the head?

The thought of "Primal Will" had barely crossed his mind when the despicable Ron Sothos said with a gleam of delight in his eyes:

"I understand what you mean, I get it!"

What do you know?

The "Primordial Will" was even more confused.

But Ron wouldn't let go of Him. As the boy spoke, he secretly glanced at the old Celestial Venerable. Seeing the look of surprise and uncertainty on the other's face, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed the terrifying will that was like a humanoid ray of light, "taking his arm and traveling together."

Fortunately, the "Primordial Will" still has a human form. If it were a tentacle monster like the Old God, Ron might have been in a situation where he couldn't make a decision.

Is this how you try to appease me?

When did we become this close?

The "Primordial Will" was completely baffled by Sothos's almost delusional behavior, having no idea what this bastard was thinking.

However, the "Heavenly Venerable Will," standing on the other side of the small theater, was utterly horrified by what he saw.

This great being, known for his cunning and shamelessness, suddenly showed a look of surprise and uncertainty. He looked suspiciously at the two mortal enemies who were arm in arm and very close together.

"When did their relationship become so good?"

This was the Heavenly Venerable's first thought, but His second thought was...

"Those two are teaming up against me!"

This inevitably made Him suspicious. Cunning is innate, and suspicion is instinctive. Although this nature can bring the Heavenly Venerable extraordinary intelligence, it also makes Him quite uncomfortable in some ways.

This feeling is like seeing your girlfriend flirting with another man, or like a cat seeing something new and exciting, always wanting to find out the cause, process, and ending of the matter.

Curiosity killed the cat, and it will also make "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" suffer terribly!

"Are you two perverts, standing so close together?"

The old celestial being stepped forward, his tone mocking, attempting to blend into the group of three, creating an extra little clique.

However, Ron Sothos wasn't about to give him that chance, and immediately whispered:

"Giegie~ Let's go over there..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the "Heavenly Venerable's Will" with disdain, his sassy demeanor leaving the old Heavenly Venerable stunned.

What the hell is this thing?

Finally, the "Lord of Mysteries," known for his despicable, unpredictable, deceitful, and untrustworthy nature, experienced his own confusion.

Although "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" is full of evil intentions and has no sense of martial ethics, he is ultimately not associated with "bitch" or "green tea" and "evil and filth".

Seeing Ron Sothos with a clear smile on his face, relaxed brows and eyes, and a coquettish expression, he was almost in disbelief.

When did their relationship become so good?!

What did they do behind my back?!

These two adulterers, no, these two bastards!!!

I really want to know what they're talking about!

You can even insult me!

"So annoying!"

The "Celestial Will" went berserk, waving its tentacles, while the Miracle Worker trait that formed the heart of this body throbbed wildly, as if trying to break free from the body's constraints.

However, in the next second, the blond youth revealed a cold and indifferent face, kicking the old celestial being away without giving him the slightest chance.

Now, this body is under Ron Sothos's control.

Leaving aside the old Celestial Venerable cowering in the corner like a defeated dog, the "Primordial Creator" was clearly somewhat shocked by Ron's indescribable performance.

The so-called indescribable quality is more like a temperament, or a style of doing things, just like the "Lord of Mysteries" is despicable, which is quite unacceptable.

"You're really quite the newbie..."

The great creator, pinned to the spot by Ron and only able to speak, offered a fair assessment.

The blond boy's actions were clearly meaningless and provided almost no external help to him.

But its advantage lies in its disgusting nature, which is not fatal.

Sometimes, when it comes to killing someone, it's often the latter—breaking their spirit—that's the most effective tactic.

"No, no..."

Ron maintained his amiable demeanor and offered a few words of modesty.

But in the next second, the boy's joyful expression suddenly froze on his face, and then became quite a sight to behold.

Suddenly, the luminous figure he had his arm around suddenly materialized.

Her long, golden hair, each strand radiating a dazzling light, cascaded down to her waist. Her golden eyes, filled with majesty, were sharp as swords, revealing a look of disdain as if she were looking at trash.

There was an extremely intricate sun mark between his eyebrows, and his figure and face were perfect, no less than the previous incarnations of the Heavenly Venerable. He was only wearing a simple nun's habit, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

The overall atmosphere is both sacred and decadent.

"Holy shit!"

Upon seeing this scene, Ron felt his heart skip a beat, and it seemed as if he had awakened something extraordinary. He wanted to lie on the ground and be trampled under the feet of this majestic golden-haired older sister.

In an instant, the blond boy sensed something was wrong, and he cursed inwardly.

Damn audience!

This is an influence originating from the spiritual level, a dominance from the "pillar" position.

"Sothos, I heard you're not used to us becoming like this..."

Look me in the eye!

A grand and majestic voice, indistinguishable between male and female, came from the "Primordial Will." As He spoke, He grabbed Ron's arm, scaring the small fry so much that they retreated repeatedly, their faces turning pale and nearly collapsing to the ground.

This is bizarre, extremely bizarre!

This kind of evil is something Ron Sothos absolutely cannot accept.

He simply couldn't accept that his former mortal enemy, whom he hated to the extreme, had become like this, and was even going to fight him in bed.

Beast!

When it comes to disgusting people, you guys are the real deal!

You guys only care about disgusting women in drag, but I, Ron Sothos, have much more to consider.

Ignoring the old Celestial on the other side who looked like he'd seen a ghost, Ron opened his tightly closed eyes and fled from the small theater.

Although the three of them can now determine a winner, in the long run, none of them are inferior to the others!

They were all pretty perverted; it was a thoroughly enjoyable and intense battle of wits and strength!

"Phew, that was close..."

Taking a deep breath, Ron opened his eyes and immediately looked at the "Shadow of the Goddess" placed under the moonlight, trying to use the "beauty" of this sealed object to cleanse his eyes.

But the next second, he scrambled around in terror.

Because he discovered he couldn't get an erection!

"You bastard, is this how you use your mental abilities?! Is this how you use suggestion?!"

If he had been just one second later, he might have developed some unknown quirks, such as liking to be stepped on like a pet.

"It seems the narcissist held back during that battle. If he had no bottom line, he could have implied whatever he wanted."

Upon thinking of this, Ron Sothos, who was fearless, shuddered. Ignoring everything else, he immediately raised the crystal pendant on his left wrist and began to examine the abnormality in his own mental state.

After a long while, the blond boy's serious expression finally relaxed slightly, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

He's just being overly concerned. The little "Primordial Creator" has already given him the best he can do by using certain techniques and impact to give him a hint. If he wants to go any further, He would have to be resurrected again.

"That scared the hell out of me, you son of a bitch!"

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On a windless, dark night, the sea reflected a delicate, crimson glow.

The waves had long since subsided, leaving only small ripples less than a meter high, propelling the ancient ghost ship forward on its own.

The fog gradually thickened, soon obscuring the sea surface that reflected the crimson moonlight.

"It's getting foggy?"

Alger pushed open the window of the captain's cabin and stretched out his palm to carefully feel the coolness of the mist.

He frowned in thought, looking at the clock on the wall.

"There's a problem. Even if it's due to the weather, it's impossible for fog to form at midnight, especially since this is at sea."

As a seasoned navigator, he was quite sensitive to changes in the sea.

Alger Wilson lit his lantern, pushed open the wooden door to the captain's cabin, and went up to the deck.

The deck was quiet, with only the remnants of the previous banquet remaining. Not a single sailor was patrolling or standing guard there.

This was something he had planned long ago; his original intention was to take Ron to investigate the dangers on the ship while the sailors were drunk.

But now it seems like they've shot themselves in the foot.

"Generally speaking, this isn't a problem. The ghost ship will sail on its own, and I've been keeping a close eye on things. Besides, Mr. 'Destiny' is still on board. Whoever it is, they're probably doomed!"

Now, Alger Wilson was bursting with confidence. He took a few quick steps to the ship's wheel, and his expression changed from calm to astonishment.

The rudder, which had been automatically adjusting its direction, had completely malfunctioned and was spinning rapidly like a top.

Amidst the creaking and scraping sounds, Alger's mind went blank.

He took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, then looked around and made his own deduction.

"It must be the fog that caused the ghost ship to lose its bearings."

This is the simplest of speculations, but it still needs to be verified.

He clenched his arm, which was hidden under his robe, and stretched the sleeve so that it tore. Then, Alger seized the opportunity and clenched his fist forward, trying to steady the wildly spinning rudder and manually take control of the direction.

But as soon as his rough hands clenched, his expression changed, and he was lifted into the air by a tremendous force.

The wind pressure generated by his spinning body compressed the muscles on Alger's face into a thin layer. He wanted to let go immediately, but then he suddenly remembered that if he were thrown into the sea, he would probably be lost in the fog forever.

Without the slightest hesitation, he shouted with all his might:

"Help! Someone's here! Help!!!"

He learned this from the newspaper, from the story of Backlund, a poor detective being chased by a serial killer.

However, for the sake of appearances, he used more elegant words, since besides him, the only other person awake on the ship was Ron Sothos, who entered the room halfway through the banquet.

In just a few seconds, a hand gripped the wildly spinning rudder in Alger's hazy vision.

Before Alger Wilson could even feel happy, he was suddenly thrown more than ten meters by the inertia of the "emergency braking," and almost flew off the ship's side and fell into the sea.

Although he was a sailor, going into the sea in such an obviously abnormal environment was clearly not a wise choice.

He got up from the ground and was about to politely thank him when he saw the boy, whose presence was still strong in the darkness, holding the ship's rudder in one hand and pointing into the distance with the other.

"What is that?"

Alger looked in that direction and suddenly a huge island appeared before him, brightly lit, with a magnificent palace faintly visible at its highest point.

The experienced "navigator" was suddenly stunned, his mind went blank, and he couldn't find any corresponding information.

What did I do here? Is this still Rune?

From the outside, this island is even larger than Bayam, more than twice the size. If Alger hadn't been an Extraordinary being with a clear and expansive view, he would have thought he had arrived on land.

It was strange that he had no recollection of such a large island with such peculiar architecture.

(End of this chapter)