Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 509 The essence of the "Wishing Lamp" is the Fiji Cup (two-in-one) 7K

"Pearson, he's dangerous. My spiritual intuition tells me. I can't even muster the thought of resisting; we'd definitely die a horrible death if I did!"

Brandt, who had an ordinary appearance but a perfect physique, lowered his head, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and dared not look directly at the leisurely blond boy.

The scene before them completely overturned the four-person team's understanding.

At this moment, only one sentence echoed in Brant's mind:

Do not look directly at God!

"I know this feeling all too well. I remember once divining about an item involving the 'True Creator,' and that feeling—that divine pressure that left me trembling and powerless to resist—I will never forget it in my life..."

She shrank her neck, wanting to warn her companion, but with a glance from the boy, she immediately shut her mouth, wishing she could bury her head in the ground like an ostrich.

Oh no, could this be an evil god?!

Should I pretend to be a cult member?

"Brandt, you're a Sequence Seven magician, can you divine anything?"

Pearson, seemingly unaware of his companion's odd behavior, asked cautiously in a low voice.

Damn it, do you want me dead? You're already a spectator of Sequence Five, why don't you go and observe properly?!

The timid "fortune teller" shook his head, rejecting what seemed like a reasonable suggestion.

At this moment, a burly man in a long robe, with bulging muscles, asked in a deep voice:

"So what should we do now?"

"Should we go straight back to the guesthouse, or stay here?"

Surviving in this strangely governed place is not easy, and the reason they have been able to hold on until now is partly due to two manual laborers, one a Sequence 6 warrior and the other a Sequence 7 sailor.

On the other hand, it relies on the meticulousness of the "Dream Walker" and the spiritual intuition and divination of the "Magician".

This configuration is indispensable!

Pearson thought for a moment, glanced at his disheveled companions, and gave them a wink.

"Pearson, are your eyes bothering you? Why are you blinking so much? Are they dry?"

"..."

I've already had one eye gouged out, and you're still asking me if I'm willing to do it?

The man wearing the tricorn hat suddenly felt deflated, thinking that hypnotizing himself to lose the sensation of pain in his eye sockets was completely unnecessary, and that he would have been better off dying in the mouth of that evil spirit.

"Don't forget our covert identities!"

He emphasized this point, boosting morale, then turned and walked towards Ron.

"Have you reached an agreement?"

"Tell us what your secret identities are."

Seeing this, Ron didn't care, and waved his little hand with a smile, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.

"Your Excellency, we come from an ancient and secretive organization."

"A secret organization that keeps up with the times!"

Upon hearing this, Pearson seemed to gain some confidence and gradually relaxed, almost wearing the words "we are henchmen of the Twilight Hermits" on his face.

"When you're traveling, you choose your own identity. Escaping here on our own is absolutely impossible; we need sufficient leverage."

He thought to himself, while bowing politely to Ron, like a true gentleman.

Ron was taken aback upon hearing this.

Why does your organization sound so familiar?

His lips twitched slightly, then he looked at the four disheveled people in front of him with a hint of condescending amusement in his eyes.

Are you threatening me?

"That's truly a righteous death!"

How could you tell I was threatening you?

The four adventurers turned pale with fright. Seeing the handsome blond youth looking at them, the spectator with only one eye forced a smile and explained:

"Your Excellency, I have absolutely no such intention!"

"Oh? So you mean my judgment was wrong, that I was blind, and that you were right?"

"Are you accusing me of being wrong? Are you calling me blind and ignorant?!"

"Damn it!"

"..."

Pearson's only remaining eye's pupil dilated; he clearly hadn't expected a powerful figure to be so unscrupulous as to provoke him to this extent, and for a moment he was somewhat flustered.

Is there no reasoning involved?

"Your Excellency, our organization is not lacking in angels, and there are quite a few like you..."

"And even, there is a true God!"

The adventurer leader spoke seriously, his words carrying a hint of arrogance, and even his chin was slightly raised.

However, Mr. Ron was no pushover. The young man curled the corners of his mouth and said in a crooked manner:

"So, you're using your background to forcefully pressure me?"

"What, so what if you have a powerful background?"

Are you going to arrest me and make me your servant?!

"If you dare to bully me today using your connections, you'll dare to declare war on all the righteous gods tomorrow!"

"Sir, no..."

"What do you mean 'not'? Are you not, or am I not?"

"Kid, just admit it. You died a worthy death."

me……

Who's bullying whom?!

"You, you, you..."

The boy's foul mouth made Pearson's face flush red with anger. He stammered incoherently for a long time, looking extremely anxious.

In that instant, the four-person team felt that Ron was more dangerous than those monsters who only followed the rules.

Extremely arrogant, unreasonable, distorting facts, and talking nonsense...

Of course, you can only think these things in your heart; no matter how angry you are, you absolutely cannot say them out loud.

The atmosphere remained silent for several seconds until finally, seeing an audience member being completely overwhelmed by the criticism, Brandt, who was of average appearance but had a perfect figure, hesitated and said:

Have you ever heard of the "Fool"?

Ron Sothos's eyelids twitched upon hearing this.

"Your Excellency, I am an Intis, a member of the Secret Order, and belong to an ancient and secretive organization. This being is widely known within the Secret Order."

"No matter who you are, if you can help us, our organization will reward you handsomely!"

"?"

So, what does this have to do with that poor guy?

Trying to fool me!?

His golden eyes narrowed slightly, making the boy's already handsome, fair face appear even more cunning and sly, like a treacherous golden fox.

"Hmph, your two sentences are completely unconnected, lack a proper subject, and what you said is true, but only part of the truth."

At this point, the handsome young man looked at the ordinary-looking magician, making her heart pound and her cheeks flush slightly.

Although she was still in danger, Ron's appearance still made it difficult for her to remain calm.

"Ha, that's how despicable 'fortune tellers' are, only telling part of the truth to fool others into doing things for them."

Ron grunted, almost slamming his hand on the table to send the group into a deep, baby-like sleep.

This kind of trick has been used to death by the despicable Mr. Fool!

Ron picked up his wine glass, swirled the empty liquid, stood up as if he had found some great amusement, and circled the four of them from all sides.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

He hesitated for a long time, then approached Pearson, who was missing an eye, and said in a low voice:

"You are that old Hermes's mole."

Although Ron's words sounded like a question, his calm expression and indifferent tone clearly indicated that he was simply stating a fact.

The handsome young man's voice carried a hidden authority, like a sharp sword hanging over his head.

How could he have known?!

"Heh"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the "Dream Walkers" was shocked and his breath almost stopped. It took him several dozen seconds to regain his composure and begin to fabricate a lie with a straight face.

"Sir, you know my teacher!?"

"Then we're on the same side!"

"My teacher is that 'Hermes,' and He is a brother to the true god within our organization!"

Seemingly to make his words more persuasive and to highlight his hidden value, Pearson continued to add more information.

"Moreover, that great being greatly admired my teacher, even wanting to acknowledge Him as an elder brother, and was also a capable assistant to my teacher within the organization—all of this was told to me personally by my teacher!"

"Sir, you should be able to see our sincerity. I absolutely did not lie. After you leave, I can help you contact my teacher!"

In an instant, the tavern fell silent.

"you"

Upon hearing this, Ron was completely stunned. He opened his mouth, his astonishment evident in his expression, as if he hadn't expected that old bastard Hermes to be so arrogant.

With such a boastful tone, anyone who didn't know better would think you were the ancient sun god.

Mouth

The blond boy sighed inwardly, returned to the high stool, and elegantly crossed his legs, not wanting to stoop to the level of arguing with a little bug.

"Tell me, why did you come here, and what are you going to do?"

Lord Ron has been very busy lately. He hasn't participated in the Twilight Hermits for a long time since the Bearded Man died, and he has no idea how things are going now.

According to the boy's plan, they should simply divide the sealed items and go back to their own homes. You go back to your Intis, and I go back to my Fusak, never to meet again.

However, such a large community of interests cannot be easily abandoned. The bearded man can only maintain stability by organizing a gathering once a month, taking advantage of Ron's unique "dreamer" status.

This is tough on the high-level employees, as the leader is only responsible for organizing the gatherings, while the subordinates have to consider many other things.

Pearson hesitated, his expression shifting several times before finally revealing a fanatical look.

"We want the Creator to return. We are infiltrating various forces so that divine light may reappear on earth, no longer obscured by evil, impurity, and defilement!"

"."

What do you seem to be implying?

Upon hearing this, the handsome young man pursed his lips guiltily.

The creator of the past was killed by this evil, unclean, and filthy being.

"However, the bearded man is already beyond saving. Even if I were to intervene, I could only piece him back together; I couldn't restore him to his ancient sun god form."

"What is that old Hermes doing? Isn't he letting Him..."

"Wait a minute, this old man doesn't seem to know the true relationship between the bearded man and the ancient sun god, does he?!"

"So, He actually took the bearded man's plan—using it as a slogan to awaken the Creator—as a real one?"

For some inexplicable reason, Ron suddenly felt ashamed.

However, He quickly composed himself, a dangerous smile appearing on his handsome face, and slowly said:

"I asked what your mission is, not what our organization's goals are."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, everyone present paused, and all noticed a single word.

Our organization!?

The surprise came so suddenly that the four-person team was completely unprepared.

"You are...?" Pierce's voice trembled with excitement.

"I'm your teacher's brother!"

Ron said through gritted teeth.

After some conversation, Ron, using his position as the second-in-command of the "Twilight Hermits," successfully learned what these people were doing here.

Ever since the bearded man became unable to get an erection, many of his carefully crafted plans have gone awry.

Although the news of Adam's death was kept secret, many intelligent people still sensed that something was amiss.

Therefore, the emergence of traitors and double agents is inevitable.

"Your Majesty, we came here to track down the traitor, but we never expected to be trapped here."

"It's truly shameful to say, but if we hadn't met you, we might all have died here."

At this point, a hint of sadness appeared on Pearson's face. He touched his empty left eye socket, quickly composed himself, poured Ron a glass of wine, and asked curiously:

"Your Majesty, do you know where you are?"

After their conversation, the group was no longer as unfamiliar with each other.

However, the four-man team was still separated from Ron by a pitifully thick barrier.

Unbeknownst to them, they had become servants, spontaneously serving this powerful figure who was said to be the organization's second-in-command.

"This place is a place where the rules are disordered. It should have been a prosperous island, but it was corrupted by high-level forces and turned into this horrific state."

"In professional terms, this place has fallen into meme contamination, and normal rules have been bizarrely distorted, giving rise to all sorts of strange and deadly invisible rules."

What is a meme?

Among the four, only the two extraordinary individuals who needed to use their brains through extraordinary pathways had such thoughts. One continued pouring wine, and the other performed magic tricks, but their eyes were both on Ron, on this great being who seemed to know a lot.

"Hmph, you don't understand, do you?"

Ron raised an eyebrow, looking quite smug.

He has a great interest in imparting knowledge.

"I've explained memes very clearly. They are some kind of twisted and disordered rules, such as fire burning to produce ice, tree fruit turning into placenta, or simply making a loud noise to attract deadly danger."

"This is a summary of the distortions hidden within the rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy looked at the group of people who were frowning and deep in thought, and curled his lip in disdain.

"These foolish humans are such a headache; they're not smart at all, it's frustrating to watch."

Ron never paid any attention to such weak creatures. In fact, according to common sense, although the Old Ones and the Outer Gods were crazy, they never went too far and slaughtered all living beings in the universe.

Even the despicable Old Celestial Venerable was the same, because if he killed everyone, there would be no fun left.

At that moment, Ron suddenly sensed some strange noises coming from the Royal Treasury. The gaze of the Great Being pierced through layers of obstacles and saw the "Shadow of the Goddess" from the Rose School emitting a faint, sorrowful hum.

The song began, like a nightingale singing softly under the moonlight, so affectionate and moving that it touched everyone's heart.

"Is there another reaction?"

The handsome young man stroked his chin thoughtfully and waved to the four-person team who were exchanging words silently.

"You guys go and scout out the area first. I have things to do. Don't worry, you're all my subordinates anyway, and I'll take you out."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Hearing the assurance from the great being, the four of them were instantly invigorated. All that talk and boasting before was just to build connections so they could escape from here.

Now, they can finally put down the heavy weight in their hearts and breathe a long sigh of relief.

The four people exchanged a glance, then quickly dispersed without a word, cautiously surveying their surroundings.

A melodious, sorrowful tune, tinged with resentment, bloomed from Ron's palm. In the dim candlelight of the tavern, a dreamlike figure appeared before him.

"A true goddess of beauty is truly rare."

The boy muttered something to himself with a complicated expression, and carefully examined the illusory figure in front of him.

With black hair, bloodshot eyes, and a gentle and beautiful appearance, she wore an elaborate long dress adorned with jewels and a crown. Her figure was delicate yet possessed an indescribable resilience, radiating boundless charm.

The phantom stared blankly at the boy, and finally bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, thank you for letting me meet Trensoust again!"

"Hey, why are you being so polite? If you really want to thank me, just repay me with your body! I'm fine with that!"

The red phantom was momentarily stunned, seemingly pondering the amount of information contained in the words.

Everyone hates Cao Cao, but everyone wants to be like him.

"Your Excellency is joking; I already have a husband."

"It's alright, I have a wife, it won't cause any trouble."

The boy smoothed his hair, looking like a local thug.

"I'd rather be a cow or a horse in my next life."

"It's alright, I wouldn't mind if you were my slave for the rest of your life."

After all, they've already sent the demon wolves; there will be dragons and female ghosts later on, and bulls and horses won't be far behind.

"."

The red phantom opened its mouth, unable to find any more reason to refuse, and froze in place for a moment, seemingly about to completely dissipate.

Clearly, Ron's level of perversion far exceeded the scope of this mental imprint's processing.

After a while, the ethereal figure, brimming with feminine charm, stared resentfully at Ron's face, her expression revealing grievance and inner turmoil.

"If, if you could let me see Trensoust one last time, it wouldn't be impossible."

Hearing this and seeing that mournful look in his eyes, Ron felt an indescribable feeling instantly creep up his spine and awkwardly questioned:

"Hey, why are you giving me that look, like I'm scum?"

"You're just a piece of scum, what's there to pretend about? You wouldn't do something as underhanded as taking advantage of someone's kindness."

These words were not spoken by the blood-red phantom, but by the wishing lamp hanging from the boy's waist.

The little fish's face suddenly darkened, and he immediately retorted:

"You don't know anything! This is called a fair trade. I don't need the payment, but you can't refuse to give it to me!"

"What's wrong with me challenging my weaknesses!?"

Before Ron could finish speaking and before the genie could refute him, they suddenly heard a series of orderly footsteps outside the door.

The footsteps sounded like they had been professionally trained, their precise, rhythmic thuds causing the ground to vibrate slightly, unconsciously conjuring the image of a fully armed army approaching.

The footsteps abruptly stopped, followed by a loud shout:

"The Emperor commands: The Empress to enter the palace!"

The moment the order was given, before the blood-red phantom could react, two heavily armored knights with no skin exposed kicked open the door.

"He has come to take me away."

The crimson phantom seemed to murmur in a daze, but then its gaze turned to utter astonishment.

"Why are you arresting me? I'm a man!"

Ron was completely bewildered as he watched two heavily armored knights grab his arms and rush out of the tavern like a gust of wind.

At that moment, the handsome young man did not choose to struggle. This was not because Ron had awakened the Little Southern Liang physique and wanted to become the empress, but because he sensed that the rules around him seemed to be changing in some way.

In an instant, his vision blurred, and everything around him suddenly twisted and changed, as if it had been liquefied, eventually transforming into an extremely spacious bedroom.

The bedroom was lavishly decorated, inlaid with gold and gemstones everywhere. Ron touched the blanket covering him with a complicated expression and found that it was even more luxurious than the one he used at home.

"."

Silently lifting the covers, the boy walked barefoot to a full-length mirror and, by the bright candlelight, saw himself clearly.

Her long, golden hair was piled high, adorned with countless jewels. Her golden eyes were calm and serene, and her exquisite makeup made Ron look like a painting.

What a pitiful little Nanliang!

"So, those armored knights aren't normal humans either; they're puppets controlled by the rules. But why did they drag me in? If they were going to drag anyone, they should have dragged that phantom."

"You weren't the one causing trouble for me behind my back, were you?"

As he spoke, Ron tapped the wishing lamp at his waist. In this chaotic land where the rules were twisted, it would be easy for the "Child of Chaos" to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble and retaliate for his past inhuman behavior.

Although he didn't know if it was the genie who did it, that didn't stop Ron from blaming Him.

"Don't talk nonsense. I can sense the aura of a chaotic nation here. What reason would I have to disrupt your operations!?"

Even if we can't go to the Western Continent and truly reclaim the Origin Essence, this time it's definitely a win-win situation for us!

"Hmph, I'm controlling the source matter here, and you're getting my help. I have no reason to risk offending you at this crucial juncture!"

The Child of Chaos clearly understood Ron and immediately provided a reasonable explanation, leaving no loopholes or opportunities for the small fry to find fault.

"Then why did you choose me?"

The boy tugged at his elaborately layered dress, which resembled a formal gown, still somewhat puzzled.

"Perhaps it's because you're good-looking. Rules don't know how to be flexible. In Trensust's mind, his wife must be the most beautiful."

"."

The face and body sculpted by the Celestial Venerable, the skin and hair color adjusted by God, and the demeanor and temperament of the god Ron—who wouldn't be confused when they're pieced together?

She's nothing compared to a mere goddess of beauty.

"Hmph, Sothos, don't you think your outfit is strange? I worked for Trensost for a while, and this looks like a women's wedding dress."

"I wonder who she's waiting for in her bedroom in a wedding dress so late at night."

"Sothos, for the sake of the disordered kingdom, I have no choice but to let you sell your body. If you can let Trensost relive the good old days, maybe I can find a chance to contact that source."

Seeing the blond boy's face darken little by little, the "Child of Chaos" had never felt so comfortable.

Manipulating the source matter is clearly a technical skill, and it's not a matter of who is stronger or more capable.

"Ha, so you mean I can only find an opportunity to manipulate the chaotic nation by selling hooks?"

Ron asked in a flat tone.

"That's right. Although we don't know how Trensost died, he must have left behind a lot of preparations. Maybe we can use the power of the source matter to exploit the loopholes in his death and be resurrected on this island?"

"You and I both know that a true god cannot fully utilize source matter, and the only consequence of doing so will be becoming a monster eroded and enslaved by source matter."

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate the poor of yesteryear!

Now it's time for His Son of Chaos to have some fun.

The three-meter-high bedroom door opened silently. Ron looked out the door with a grim expression and saw a figure in his early twenties with brass-colored hair, golden eyes, and a handsome appearance but with a nerdy air standing there.

This is Trensoust.

However, at this moment, His expression was blank, no different from those residents outside who were controlled by the rules.

After the handsome man entered the bedroom, he started taking off his clothes without saying a word. Ron's anus tightened at the sight, and he quickly took out a monocle made of crystal from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

The next moment, the genie seemed to sense something and immediately howled in terror.

"No, Sothos, you can't do this!!!"

"I admit, I just wanted to joke, I didn't mean to really hurt you. You are the pillar, you are the present, the past, and the future. You have a million ways to solve this problem, there's no need for this!!!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy scoffed dismissively.

"Now you regret it? It's too late!"

Ron raised his right hand, aimed at the wishing lamp that was rolling and crawling on the ground, and twisted his right wrist sharply, stealing the identity and destiny of the Child of Chaos.

Then he turned his palm toward himself, stealing his own physical appearance and returning it to the roaring, resisting Chaos Child.

"Go to hell, go be your Fiji Cup!"

Ron gave a low shout and kicked the now extremely handsome brass lamp onto the bed, and even thoughtfully pulled off the lamp cover.

"These are all necessary sacrifices."

The blond boy shook his head and sighed, then lifted his skirt, found a chair, and sat there leisurely, watching the Child of Chaos frantically resist the attack of "Trenthos."

"Sothos, I work 8 AM, no lewdness allowed here!"

"These rules are invalid!"

"Here... Waaah..."

Oh dear, this is terrible.

(End of this chapter)