Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 508 Bring the ship closer! (Two chapters combined) (5.2K)

"Do you know what island that is?"

"Uh... I don't know."

Faced with Ron's question, Alger Wilson blushed, clearly still burdened by his image as a seasoned veteran.

"Do you know which country this place belongs to?"

"Uh... I don't know."

Mr. Hanged Man was clearly somewhat ashamed, as he was stumped by such a common-sense question.

"You pirate, you know nothing about this and that, haven't you just wasted your time?"

Ron's golden eyes glanced at Alger from the island, his words tinged with disdain.

Alger Wilson gave a slight smirk, bowed respectfully, and then sincerely asked:

"Do you know where this is?"

Upon hearing this, the blond youth immediately dropped his disdainful expression, his face turning cold and arrogant as he said:

"Nonsense, if I knew, would I need to ask you?"

?

Alger's breath hitched; he was clearly taken aback by those words.

"It seems that to become a high-ranking person, potion recipes and special properties alone are not enough; the most important thing is shamelessness..."

He inwardly scoffed, realizing the essence of a certain aspect, but of course, he only thought it to himself and would never dare to say it aloud.

"Mr. Destiny, based on my many years of sailing experience and the knowledge of navigators, I can confirm that this island is not any of the islands of the Northern Continent."

"The palace at the center of the island is likely not a recent creation; it is probably much older than we thought."

"There might be danger here..."

Alger Wilson felt that since the goal had been achieved, there was no need to complicate things further. However, seeing the blond boy's unruly demeanor always made him feel somewhat weary.

I've become a nanny!

Hearing Alger say that, Ron slightly raised his chin and replied nonchalantly:

"Who do you think I am? Move the boat closer!"

The handsome young man waved his hand and stepped to the bow of the ship, carefully gazing at the seemingly bustling island in the distance.

His golden eyes swept across the area, spotting the strange buildings and the densely packed crowd that seemed to be holding some kind of celebration.

He turned to look at the "Hanged Man" and said:

"Don't move around here, I'm going to buy some oranges."

After saying that, the boy took another step forward and landed on the solid ground again.

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"Sera, have you found any clues? I feel like something's getting increasingly wrong!"

Inside the guesthouse, a man wearing a tricorn hat, with short blond hair and a beard, asked in a low voice.

Sera was a girl from Fussack. She had fair skin, a pretty face, long, taut thighs, and was over two meters tall.

She looked at the captain of the adventure team, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"No, absolutely no clue, Pearson. Very few outsiders come here, and our ship is destroyed; we can't get out at all!"

"Moreover, the people here are unwilling to sell us the boat, and besides, we simply can't afford it."

Before the tall, sturdy girl from Fussack could finish speaking, the burly man in a sailor uniform beside her, seemingly unable to bear the psychological pressure, shouted impatiently:

"With a storm raging, this isn't a matter of not wanting to sell us the ship; it's clearly an attempt to kill us all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the other three people changed drastically.

"Shut up!"

Wearing a tricorn hat, Pearson's face turned pale. He muttered something under his breath and then frantically pulled a crumpled handwritten note from his pocket.

[Fengqin Island Travel Guide - Important Information for Guesthouse and Inn Visitors]

First, in order to create a beautiful, peaceful, and enjoyable environment, everyone is prohibited from making loud noises.

Secondly, the hotel will offer hot spring services after nightfall. The staff will invite guests to take turns going there, where guests can chat and interact freely.

Third, all hotel staff are dressed in formal attire, conforming to symmetrical aesthetics. If any guest encounters someone wearing asymmetrical work clothes, please move away immediately!

Fourth, no more than four people are allowed in each room; otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences.

5. During the day, guests are free to leave the hotel, but must register at the front desk where staff are wearing symmetrical uniforms; otherwise, they will be responsible for any consequences.

Sixth, do not talk to curly-haired baboons.

Seventh, always remember that you are an ordinary person.

8. Within the Pond Island, no other gods may be mentioned.

9. Have a great time! Please keep a cheerful smile on your face while on Fengqin Island, or you will be responsible for the consequences.

As he read the contents of the note, Pearson, the captain of the adventure team, felt increasingly disheartened, and his usually upturned lips stiffened.

Although the island appears glamorous on the outside, it hides extreme and terrifying hidden rules on the inside.

The rules are densely packed everywhere, and the rules seem to change for each building. If you don't follow them, you will inevitably attract extremely terrifying and bizarre evil spirits.

They are like law enforcers, easily tearing the necks of "lawbreakers" and devouring their flesh and soul.

The most obvious result was that the expedition team, which originally consisted of more than twenty people, was almost completely wiped out in just one day, leaving only the four of them!

If they weren't extraordinary beings, if they weren't all in the middle order, if they didn't have trump cards and extraordinary ways of thinking, they probably wouldn't have noticed the rules of killing hidden beneath the glamorous exterior.

At this moment, Brandt's heart pounded in the room. Her face turned pale and bloodless, but the corners of her mouth still turned up as she pointed to the first and eighth items on the handwritten list.

Despite his anger, Brandt retained a sliver of reason and said in a low voice:

"Damn it, those ** followers are always so impatient. Ferrante, can't you keep your voice down?"

Before the young woman in her early twenties, with an ordinary appearance but a perfect figure, could finish speaking, the sound of leather shoes clattering against the wooden floorboards suddenly echoed in the hotel corridor.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound didn't come from afar; it came directly from the doorway, clearly audible in the quiet night, sending chills down the spines of the four adventurers inside.

"There's someone at the door..."

"Just now... when I went out with the waiter... it wasn't there yet..."

The adventurers trembled uncontrollably, and even the tall, burly girl from Fusak, who dared to go out alone to soak in the hot springs and gather information, couldn't help but hold her breath.

This inevitably makes people think a lot.

No normal person would actually pace back and forth in front of the door to mimic footsteps!

At this critical moment, Pearson, wearing a tricorn hat, was surprisingly calm. Although he had just been quite frightened, he took a deep breath and forced himself into audience mode.

Pearson held out his hand and waved it in front of the three members to signal them to be quiet. Then he gestured for a while, pointing to the peephole and the gap under the door, and finally to the open window behind him.

The remaining three members nodded, clearly understanding what their captain meant.

If you can follow the rules, it's best to do so as much as possible. If you encounter danger, don't hesitate to run first!

Seeing that all his teammates were ready, Pearson took a deep breath, lay down on the ground in an awkward position as if he could slip away at any moment, and carefully looked at the corridor outside the door.

"No!?"

The footsteps continued, like a deadly rhythm, each step causing everyone's heart to pound.

"The footsteps were right next to my ear, right outside the door, how could I not hear them!?"

Pearson felt a chill run down his spine; things had become so bizarre that they were beyond his expectations.

Without any hesitation, he gestured to his team members, then suddenly stood up and peered through the cat's eye.

This time, Pearson saw a bizarre head with a hideous face and black spots all over its face, except that the head connected to the neck was upside down.

The evil spirit outside the door was actually pacing back and forth on the ceiling!

Before the pale-faced captain could react and warn his teammates, the peephole in the door shattered with a "whoosh," and a rotting, pus-filled finger plunged straight into Pearson's eye socket, then ripped it out viciously.

"ah!!!"

A sharp, pitiful scream, accompanied by more chaotic footsteps, echoed in everyone's ears. Before the captain could give the order, the team members, who were already prepared, grabbed Pearson, who had lost an eye, and quickly climbed over the window, then turned around and ran out of the hotel.

What they all had in common was that none of them used their extraordinary abilities.

If you only violate one rule, you can avoid danger by circumventing it. But if you violate two or more rules, then you're in trouble!

The anomaly we just witnessed is a perfect example!

That evil spirit was intelligent enough to lure people to look through the peephole, thus launching a sneak attack on this only vulnerable spot and causing them to break more rules.

Simple, rigid monsters aren't scary; what's scary are monsters that are smarter than you!

Inside the hotel, they undoubtedly violated the rules of "making a loud noise" and "not mentioning other gods." As for whether they spoke to the "curly-haired baboon," that's a matter of opinion.

At least at this critical juncture, no one is in the mood to joke about something like this.

boom--

The sound of a wooden door shattering came from behind. Pearson, who was being supported by the girl from Fussac, seemed to have regained his senses. He suppressed the sharp pain in his eye sockets and gritted his teeth, growling in a low voice:

"Let's go to the tavern!"

This is the only place to stay at night; the only way to survive is to fight the rules with the rules.

"Do I look drunk?"

"no."

"Then why didn't you let me drink more!?"

"Minors are not allowed to drink more than three cups; that's the rule!"

"Bullshit! Rules are meant to be broken!"

The bar was packed but unusually quiet. Ron picked up his glass and slammed it heavily on the bar counter, pounding the table in frustration.

What kind of rules are these that dare to interfere with your grandfather Ron's affairs?

After giving the "Wishing Lamp" hanging at his waist a punch as if in a disciplinary manner, the blond boy glanced around and felt a little bored.

"Does your emperor go to work on time every day?"

Ron tapped on the bar counter and leaned closer to the bar owner, whose face had already turned sour, to ask him curiously.

The city has problems, which can be seen at a glance by great and boundless wisdom. However, these rules did not arise out of thin air; they are more often distortions caused by human influence.

In terms of the path of order, the so-called "emperor" often represents a very important position or symbol.

When Ron saw the palace on the island, he knew that the problem most likely lay there.

However, since it was after get off work hours, Ron, who forced his way in, did not find the so-called emperor. Instead, he was wanted by the guards throughout the city.

So it's better to lie down than to stand. Rather than be chased and killed, it's better to find a place to lie idle and wait for the "emperor" of this island to come to work.

"Nine to five, two-hour lunch break, and that's pretty regular, even more carefree than me..."

After shaking the palace's schedule, Ron pursed his lips and downed the remaining unidentified viscous liquid in his cup.

As for the bar owner, he had no expression at all, and his rules were quite bizarre.

Each sentence you speak to him costs 10 gold coins, the second sentence costs 20, the third sentence costs 40, and so on.

These kinds of rules are quite unfriendly to some poor people, but they're not a problem for Ron.

Therefore, a completely different style of painting has emerged in his work.

When the bar owner saw Ron finish his drink and not pay, blood began to gush from his eyes, nose, and mouth. He was so angry with Ron that his old problem flared up again.

This is the extreme emotion of having to work without sleeping at night, and not many people can withstand it!

As the blond boy chatted and laughed, he suddenly raised his hand to grab Ron's neck, but just as he was about to strangle him, he saw his son run down from the second floor.

Yes, son!

As a place with perfect order and rules, everyone can marry and have children, except that what is born is a different kind of bizarre and grotesque monster.

"Daddy, Daddy, can I eat this big brother? I want to eat his brain."

A humanoid monster, entirely black with black hair and eyes in its nostrils, pointed at Ron and asked in a childlike tone.

"Go away, Dad's busy. Have you finished your homework?"

"..."

Big brother, you're actually quite polite.

You're in this state and you're still doing homework? Forget it!

Seeing this, even someone as strong as Ron couldn't hold back anymore.

The last time he did his homework was when he was with Melissa, and given the scene before him, Ron really couldn't come up with anything funny.

"You wanted to create a warm and happy order for the people here, but then you encountered uncontrollable distortions and mutations. Trunsost, you're truly a wonderful person."

After roughly figuring out what had happened, the blond-haired boy tapped on the table, but before he could speak, the tavern door was slammed open.

Two men and two women walked in, supporting each other. They were covered in blood. One of them was over two meters tall, and his Twilight Armor was shattered. His arms and legs were covered with dark green wounds.

The moment the group of outsiders entered, dozens of malevolent gazes immediately fell upon them.

"Taverns are much more dangerous than inns..."

Upon seeing this, the already exhausted four tensed up again, standing rooted to the spot, not daring to make the slightest movement.

They haven't had time to summarize the rules here yet. What if there's a rule like "if you step on your right foot first, you'll die"...

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

At that moment, a voice tinged with youthful exclamation suddenly rang out in the tavern, causing all the patrons to turn away and silently continue drinking.

Pearson and his three companions were taken aback, and then they saw the handsome young man sitting in front of the bar.

Who is he? Why do these strange drinkers listen to him?!

"You're an outsider!?"

Suddenly, the expedition leader, who was missing an eye, asked in surprise.

"His clothes, demeanor, and appearance are definitely not from here; he's an outsider!!!"

"If he has a boat, we can get out!!!"

At that moment, not only Pearson realized this, but the other three also realized it. Without hesitation, they quickly came to Ron and wanted to ask him.

However, the boy didn't pay much attention to him and instead focused his attention on the bar owner who was bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Do you have anything to eat here?"

Before the so-called "Emperor" went to work, Ron planned to linger here a while longer and address the root of the problem at dawn.

As for the four people from earlier, he was just helping them out casually.

Ron Sothos has sacrificed far too much for the peace of this world.

"Yes, but there will be consequences if you don't eat it!"

The bar owner stared intently at Ron, then said in a sinister tone.

However, it seems that this time, because new people broke in, they did not attack Ron.

The handsome young man raised an eyebrow and asked curiously:

"Oh? Tell me the names of the dishes so I can see what they have?"

This time, before the bar owner could speak, his son spoke first. The short, ugly "son," while greedily staring at Ron's face, said at breakneck speed:

"There is a cow's head, bones, blood, small and large intestines, and brain."

As he spoke, he licked his lips, seemingly already imagining what it would be like to cut open his brother's belly and leave his warm intestines scattered all over the ground.

"You little rascal, you're quite enthusiastic."

Seeing this, Ron smiled and immediately took out a large book of practice problems that Melissa and he had studied together from his pocket, and solemnly handed it to the child's father.

The bar owner was stunned. Although he was only acting on instinct and according to the rules, he could still feel the deep love that the stranger had for the child.

"This will cover the meal cost. Let's not let the child suffer, even if it means hardship for everyone else!"

The blond boy put on a compassionate expression, as if he were a saint who only wanted to give and not expect anything in return.

Upon hearing this, the bar owner's malicious gaze softened slightly. He nodded silently and placed two heavy stacks of study materials on the child's shoulders.

Phoenix Island is isolated from the outside world, so the books that Ron sent are priceless.

"Big brother, I won't eat you anymore, please take these back, okay?"

However, the uniquely shaped little creature was still struggling, no longer displaying its previous arrogant and domineering demeanor. The eyes inside its nostrils even revealed a human-like fear, as if the handsome young man sitting at the bar was the local.

Seeing his son being so disobedient, the bar owner immediately slapped him hard across the face, tearing off a piece of rotten flesh before getting up and saying in a hoarse, indistinct voice:

"Emperor, there is danger at 9 and 10 o'clock every day."

Hearing this, the blond boy nodded without paying any attention, even though he knew the bar owner was just being grateful for his care of the kid and was reminding him.

But in reality, these are just instincts that remain in the body.

The real boss and his children probably passed away thousands or hundreds of years ago.

"Sigh, the only thing I can do is collect your corpses."

Ron sighed, then pulled out a revolver and used it to reunite the father and son.

The four adventurers were stunned, unable to understand why the heartwarming scene had turned out this way.

Could this guy be one of those bizarre monsters?!

(End of this chapter)