Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 510 Respectfully Inviting the Return of King Kelong! (6K) Two-in-One

"Don't come any closer!!!"

The beautiful brass lamp shook for a moment, and a cluster of blue-green flames suddenly ignited on the wick.

A golden, distorted figure floated in mid-air, having lost its former majesty, and declared in a somewhat exasperated manner:

"These rules are invalid!"

"This place should be restored to order!"

As a great being who holds the power of "rules", He ultimately resisted the infusion of "Trensost"'s source matter.

Although the Genie is somewhat lacking, he is ultimately a member of the Old Ones, and apart from his questionable intelligence, he doesn't have any obvious flaws that are worth criticizing.

Illusory, golden, chains imbued with sacred rules spread all around. Under the rules of the entire world, there seemed to be some new order, rewriting the original rules and replacing the later ones.

In an instant, the puppet figure controlled by the "Disorderly Kingdom" flickered, appearing intermittently like a projection.

On this island, the flawed, abnormal, and distorted rules were gradually improved and modified, eventually returning to the right track.

Potential is often unleashed under pressure...

Feeling everything happening on the island, the blond boy immediately showed a relieved smile.

"According to the 'Genius,' the Night King was besieged on all sides at the time, and no one knew what Trensust would do."

"However, based on the 'Ghost Empire' I found, and this island I located according to the Law of Extraordinary Characteristics Aggregation, it undoubtedly indicates that the Night Emperor at that time was preparing to use Source Matter to achieve some kind of goal."

Ron's handsome brows furrowed slightly, his eyes fixed intently on everything before him, gradually forming a conclusion about this place.

"It seems the Child of Chaos was right; Trensost must have wanted to be resurrected to escape his dangerous situation."

"Based on my understanding of history, Trensost witnessed the resurrection of the 'Black Emperor,' and He most likely wanted to exploit the loopholes in death by using the power of the source matter."

"Yes, in this way, both the vast ghost empire, which is as large as a city, and this island can be clearly explained. They were both attempts and preparations, but the former failed because the passengers did not have time to board the ship and lacked the order established by the Night Emperor..."

"The island seemed close to success, but for some reason, order was distorted, all the residents died tragically, and the rules changed, becoming inconsistent with the rules set by Trensost, thus failing to meet the conditions for exploiting loopholes..."

"That's really bold."

Ron sighed and then clicked his tongue.

These guys are all true gods, but they're all ruthless, completely disregarding the consequences when they go crazy.

So it wasn't that the seven gods were hiding, but that those who didn't hide all died...

Upon realizing this, Ron's body, which was leaning back in his chair, suddenly swayed, and dark cracks suddenly appeared in the void around him.

"Order is paramount here; those who violate it shall be judged!"

As the genie promulgated the rules, the entire space in the bedroom suddenly collapsed, collapsing in large sections without any discernible pattern.

Just like when Ron first came in, everything in sight turned into liquefied oil paintings, both distorted and abstract, seemingly containing some kind of pattern.

"As expected, this is merely an anomaly created by distorted rules. The 'Shadow of the Goddess' fulfilled the triggering conditions, resulting in the generation of the corresponding distorted rules."

However, the scene just now seemed to come from Trenshorst's memories.

"Is it your wedding night?"

Ron smirked, noticing that the elaborate long dress he was wearing had reverted to its original, respectable attire, and muttered to himself,

Luckily, it was me and the "Genius" who came in. If it were someone like the "Fool," we probably wouldn't be able to "pass the level" until after our wedding night. And by then, our butts would probably be a bloody mess...

The distorted, liquid-like world rippled, and white light and a piercing buzzing sound spread throughout the island.

Without a sound, the brightly lit island was suddenly plunged into a long period of darkness, all the lights disappeared, as if they had never been lit at all.

The buildings on the island quickly lost their color; their walls were dilapidated and on the verge of collapse, their wooden planks corroded beyond recognition by time, and their fabrics turned directly into ashes, burying the withered skeletons lying on the ground, their postures contorted as if they had died in agony.

With the loss of its twisted and bizarre rules, the island returned to normal.

A crimson moon hung high in the sky. The boy looked around and found himself in a hall that resembled a royal palace.

Above the main hall stands a throne nearly three meters high, made entirely of brass, with two sharp swords of judgment inserted behind it. On it are two symbolic symbols pieced together, one large and one small, which looks quite strange.

There are forty-two candlesticks on its left and forty-one on its right, the candles on them long since extinguished, silently telling the final fate of the throne's owner.

"Alas, order is order, and shadow is shadow. Adjacent paths do not represent the complete unity of authority. If they are forcibly mixed, unknown, distorted, and unpredictable mutations will inevitably occur."

"That's the root of the problem!"

The golden, distorted figure sighed dramatically, pointed to the throne that possessed the qualities of both "Judge" and "Black Emperor," and offered its opinion.

Upon hearing this, Ron shrugged and did not object.

After all, in such places, the "genie" has a say.

When you are in a high enough position, you can do whatever you want. But when you cannot control order and disorder, it is best not to place your hopes on unknown changes.

Everything that happened on the island is the best illustration.

At that moment, Ron felt another strange movement coming from his pocket.

The sealed artifact from the "Rose School" seemed to sense something, emanating an extremely sad and somber mood.

Even the melodious and graceful singing voice now carried a hint of hoarseness and resentment.

"The throne holds the high authority of the judge; once I reclaim it, I will surely be able to..."

bang-

Before the lamp-wielding deity could finish speaking, Ron kicked him away.

"Don't you have a heart? No wonder you're still single. You might as well find a place and live by your rules for the rest of your life..."

The blond boy muttered to himself as he released "Shadow of the Goddess".

Lord Ron was the kindest of all and couldn't bear to see such scenes of life and death.

The young woman in crimson first gave Ron a polite bow, then quickly went to the brass throne and circled it repeatedly.

Her eyes were already filled with tears. Although it was only a lingering spiritual imprint and her intelligence had not fully recovered, "Olnia" could still feel the familiar presence on the throne.

He knelt on the ground, as if still holding some expectation, waiting for the bookish nerd from his memory to sit on His throne again.

Thinking of the night, thoughts flow like a spring.

Nianye Sword, I can never forget him.

The Night Emperor's Palm, for all eternity.

Night Emperor, Night Emperor~

The "genie" who had been kicked away was stunned for a moment upon seeing this, then, remembering Sothos's usual ways, he chuckled and said:

"You want to possess this angel? Even though she's a spiritual imprint and has a husband, it's not impossible..."

"You can use Trensust as leverage. After all, He doesn't know if you can actually save Him. A little deception is all it takes to get this angel to do it willingly..."

You big-eyed, thick-browed fellow, when did you become so despicable?!

Ron was startled by these words, and then carefully examined the genie with a strange look in his eyes. After confirming that He had not been parasitized or controlled by the "Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Profound Yellow," he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Are you stupid? They are long dead, but they still retain some traces of their past and act according to their obsessions in life."

"And even if He were saved, He might not still be the original Trensost. Unless I intervene in history, He would just be a mixture of madness and spirit..."

After all, not everyone has a background like Medici, so even if they die, they only lose their traits and don't even drop in rank.

Pushing aside the genie who still didn't understand love and was quite an obstacle, the boy went to the throne and said in a serious tone:

"He is not here. This place has been corrupted by the source matter, and the resurrection failed..."

Upon hearing this, Ornia, who was sitting beside the throne humming a mournful and melodious tune, opened her mouth and said blankly:

"His essence is here, His breath is here, His memories are here..."

"Can you save Him?"

The beautiful, blood-red figure asked expectantly.

"If you can save Him, I can, I can..."

Olya blushed and fidgeted, making Ron's teeth ache. He suddenly remembered the gossip about Mr. "The Door".

The history of the Quaternary period is a vast body of literature...

For example, Chick and Arista Tudor.

For example, the Night Emperor and his vampire girlfriend.

For example, the unspeakable secrets of Solomon the Black Emperor and the true Creator.

"..."

"There's no need for that. I usually do things on a case-by-case basis, just for the money."

Ron has not yet squandered the legacy of the Ghost Empire, and the great, boundless wisdom will not forget the money that has allowed him to live comfortably.

I'm not like the "Lord of Mysteries," a guy who doesn't keep his word...

Taking a deep breath and silently weighing his options, the boy suppressed his chaotic thoughts and slightly raised his chin.

You have three choices.

"First, completely abandon the past. I will allow you and Trensost to be reborn and return to wholeness in your next life."

"Second, to remain in this state until the end of the world."

"Thirdly, my personal intervention in history will lead to considerable variables, potentially even triggering a crisis that could lead to the end of the world. Of course, it's also possible that nothing will happen..."

"You are free to choose, but you need to be careful; you only have one chance."

The beautiful, blood-red phantom paused for a moment, then reluctantly touched the brass throne. Her eyes flickered as if she had already made a choice, before she spoke in a surprised voice, not entirely intelligent:

"You are such a kind and benevolent gentleman, I choose option one!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy scoffed dismissively:

"Okay, this is your choice."

"And don't get too excited yet. You said you'd be my slave in the next life."

…………

Bayam.

Ocean Breeze Hotel.

"ah!!!"

"call……"

Winchester was jolted awake from her sleep. Her azure eyes, which seemed to contain lightning, widened in shock as she stared blankly at the golden retriever looking at her.

"Susie, do you know who Trensost is?!"

She scratched her head, feeling that the name sounded familiar, but not quite.

They occasionally appear in my dreams, but they quickly drift away with the wind and are forgotten.

"Woof, I'm just a dog, how would I know?"

The golden retriever sat on the chair without turning its head, enjoying the morning sunlight as it flipped through psychology books on the desk.

"ah"

The careless elf scratched her head, grimaced, then got out of bed and picked up the "Book of Calamities" that was on her bedside table.

"Do you know who Trensost is?" she asked curiously, clearly holding great expectations for the ancestor of the elven race.

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"I don't know. More importantly, I think you should focus on digesting the potion so you can reclaim the legacy of the elves."

"Moreover, the task of strengthening the elven race will be entrusted to you. You must be responsible, after all, you are considered to be of the purest bloodline of the elven race."

You old woman.

The Queen of Calamities' answer was even more outrageous, making Winchester Kyle's eyelids twitch.

"Then why don't you go and reproduce?! You are the Elf Queen! Don't be ashamed, there are advantages to being older, and married women have their own charm."

"Let me tell you, some people just like this kind of thing."

Boom—

In the brightly lit room, a bolt of lightning struck out of nowhere, right in front of the elf lady, causing her to swallow her next words.

How stingy! Why don't you chop it on your own grave so my ancestors' graves can emit auspicious smoke?

She pursed her lips, then picked up the guitar leaning against the corner of the room and began to hum a tune.

The humming had no words, yet it was beautiful and melodious, each phrase purifying the soul. However, this street performance skill, which he had learned since childhood, was now tinged with a strange sadness.

It's impossible not to feel sad; I don't know what sins she committed in her past life to be treated like a "pet."

The Blue Breeze Hotel is a few streets away from the Ocean Breeze Hotel.

In the bathroom, Klein carefully adjusted his facial skin and the arrogant expression that blended authority and irreverence in front of the mirror.

"Hmph, ╭(╯^╰)╮."

With Ron's face on his back, he imitated the arrogant humming of a little brat. His haughty yet refined and handsome face exuded a unique charm that even made Klein Moretti pause in surprise.

"Well, conservatively speaking, the similarity is about 98%."

"Wow, so handsome! What's the difference between him and Xiao Nanliang in a dress?"

"If I had been this handsome in my past life, why would I have to work every day and get rejected after confessing my feelings?"

Mr. Fool muttered to himself, his eyes reddening with jealousy. Although the Faceless Man could transform into anyone, Klein still felt somewhat disgusted by that face.

They are naturally endowed, while I am artificially enhanced; there is simply no comparison.

After the last Tarot gathering, with Ron's permission, he began to plan the next phase of the operation with "Justice" and others.

Until yesterday, with the help of the audience, all the details were finalized.

Klein's role is of paramount importance, and his task is incredibly challenging.

That is to go to the Governor's Mansion as Ron to collect the bounty for the "King of the Five Seas" and do his best to delay time, so as to attract the attention of all the extraordinary people in the Governor's Mansion to himself, especially that admiral, a true demigod.

Audrey Hall, of course, disguised herself and used psychology to infiltrate the Governor's mansion to search for clues.

Of course, the help of Mr. Fool was indispensable in this process, and the interference of divination and the protection of the paper angel were also necessary conditions for the operation.

Otherwise, if someone were to sneak into the governor's mansion, the demigod's spiritual intuition through the arbitrator's pathway would surely warn them.

As for Susie and Winchester, these two conspicuous individuals were assigned to provide backup outside, while also serving as lookouts, sending out signals to alert others should any changes occur in the outside world.

boom--

Standing at 1.69 meters tall, Klein, with Ron's face on his head, kicked open the bathroom door, perfectly embodying the essence of arrogance and domineering.

After "time-traveling" for so long, it's finally his turn to "raise his head high"!

"No, that's not arrogant enough."

Recalling the brat's actions, Klein slightly raised his blond head, using the same cool technique he used above the gray fog.

In an instant, an invisible aura enveloped the room, making everyone in the empty room unable to lift their heads.

"Hmm, that's more like it. If Danitz, whom I sent away this morning, were here, he'd probably be groveling over here already, offering me top-notch service."

"But I can't overact. I hope he can control his temper when he's being arrogant in front of the demigod, and not slap me to death. The kid's arrogance comes from real strength, while I..."

Klein silently grumbled to himself, then, maintaining Ron's appearance, humbly prayed to the great "Fool".

"Great Fool, please tell Miss Justice that I am ready and am going to the Governor's Palace now."

Then, he took four steps backward to the gray fog, cast a "paper angel" spell on himself and "Justice", and carefully admired the image of "Ron" bowing and praying several times. After satisfying his wicked sense of humor, he then transmitted the blurry projection to the crimson star that represented "Justice".

After doing all this, Klein, back in the real world, once again imitated Ron's actions, kicking open the door and leaving.

Governor's Palace.

Inside the admiral's office.

Lu Er'an knocked lightly on the door, quickly entered, and came to Emilius Levitt's side, handing a document to the admiral who was wearing a cloak.

"General, our patrol squad on Red Hat Street has reported that they have spotted the blond-haired boy that Ireland mentioned."

The middle-aged man with black hair and blue eyes suddenly stopped writing. His azure eyes seemed to hold an unyielding and undeniable authority. He frowned slightly, reached out and touched his receding hairline, asking as if to confirm:

"Ireland, I remember him, he provided important intelligence before."

"Are you sure it's the blond-haired boy who defeated the King of the Five Seas?"

"General, I'm afraid so. After all, he has a very distinctive appearance. Many of our informants in Bayam have seen him strolling around the streets."

"According to the investigation, he was closely related to the death of the 'Clever Speaker,' and there are also rumors that he had an ambiguous relationship with the Mysterious Queen."

"As per your instructions, we did not dare to conduct an investigation on our own. However, we found that he is currently staying at the Ocean Breeze Hotel in the weekly hotel staff list."

With his blond hair neatly combed back and a slightly high hairline, and a pair of light blue eyes, the handsome and refined young secretary was very professional. He meticulously placed all the documents on his leader's desk, awaiting the demigod's reply.

Emilius Levitt pondered for two or three seconds, not looking at the intelligence on the table, but instead squeezing it into pieces in his hand, before asking in a flat tone:

"Is he heading towards the Governor's Mansion?"

"Yes, General."

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"Then everyone get ready, this is a very important guest."

The admiral's serious lips curled into a slight smile, but at this moment, it seemed somewhat ironic given his solemn and rigid face.

"Yes, General, I'll take care of it right away."

Lu Er'an responded tactfully, then left the office, closing the slightly ajar door behind him.

Only then did Emilius Levitt breathe a sigh of relief, having successfully maintained his success and dignity in front of his subordinates.

He quickly got up and took out a stack of paper documents from a hidden safe.

Name: Unknown.

The King of Angels, a powerful being, is suspected to be a true god and is most likely an incarnation of the "God of Time and Space" from the Southern Continent.

The kingdom has prepared Nast's bounty, and the king's secret order is to do everything possible to win him over, no matter the cost.

Note: He enjoys alcohol, beautiful women, and desserts, and is not particularly interested in money.

To win them over?

His azure eyes swept over the area quickly, and the sarcastic smile on the admiral's stern and serious face became even more pronounced.

"Those stupid pigs in the kingdom, they can't even see the situation clearly! He didn't come to collect the bounty; he clearly has ill intentions!"

"If he wanted to cooperate with you, he would have come to us back in Backlund. There was no need for him to contact me at sea. And the fact that he doesn't care about money means that he has probably already forgotten about the bounty."

"The fact that the target came directly to the Governor's Mansion is suspicious to anyone with a brain."

In principle, the "God of Time and Space" who is accepted by the Seven Gods must belong to the "righteous gods".

As a "righteous god," he naturally cannot tolerate the royal family's sneaky actions. At this time, you still eagerly seek cooperation with them. Isn't this just offering yourself up for the taking?

As a naval admiral, Emilius couldn't understand why the royal family wanted him to secretly protect the witch cult, keep the sea routes open, and covertly transport slaves.

As an arrogant and preachy law enforcement officer, this is absolutely intolerable.

But as a nobleman of the kingdom, how could he refuse the royal family's orders?

He still has family, brothers, relatives, and friends. Once he falls from power, everything will be over.

(End of this chapter)