Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 513 Leodorus is here to defend himself! (Two chapters combined) 6K

"Luckily, my experience got me in the bag. All that keyboard-clicking involved arguing with silly netizens in my past life."

Compared to Klein's deception, Amon's title of blasphemer seemed somewhat undeserved.

In the mystical world, Klein's actions at this moment were beyond the reach of any con artist, cultist, or wild extraordinary.

This is not to say that no one uses this method to swindle money or sex, but rather that even if someone were to swindle, they wouldn't pretend to be a god; they would more likely pretend to be a prophet or something similar.

It should be understood that the true names of gods contain a certain power, and merely writing them down is a risk that weak and extraordinary beings cannot withstand.

If Klein were to become a "true god" one day, then the unremarkable name "Klein Moretti" would also carry similar qualities.

Sometimes I think about it: a "historian" who overcame countless difficulties and risked offending the gods finally found the name of "The Fool" in a secluded place.

When he sees this name, which tends to be more common in Ruen, I wonder if he'll be so frustrated he'll vomit blood.

At this moment, the demigod-level witch trembled as if she had lost her mind, completely submitting to the tyranny of the "Fool".

He acted so convincingly, it was as if a truly great being had personally appeared.

"I can't tell the difference, I simply can't."

The witch took a deep breath and put on an innocent expression, saying:

"Your Majesty, it's not appropriate to discuss such matters here."

"Moreover, this was all orchestrated by the Royal Family of Ruen; we were merely accomplices. In truth, I also find this behavior very objectionable."

Cut it off, it must be cut off! Putting aside the facts, isn't this all the fault of the Ruen royal family?

Seeing this, Klein felt nauseous, but feigned displeasure as he withdrew his left arm and expressionlessly wiped the water off the witch. He then slightly raised his chin and said in a casual tone:

"No rush. I'm not some kind of devil. If you don't tell me, I can ask someone else. I don't have any other merits, but I never force people to do things against their will."

Even Klein couldn't keep up his composure when he heard such high-sounding words on that face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"A great being smiled at me!?"

However, this smile caused the witch, whose imagination was already running wild, to develop an even more serious case of unfounded deductions.

A far-sighted scheme, a divine plan—her mind was racing with thoughts, almost making the Witch of Despair's brain burn.

"Uh, Your Majesty, what I mean is, we could talk in a more private place, like my room..."

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"The Governor's Office has a prison for extraordinary individuals right there. This is information from an insider. It seems there are some other secrets in the prison as well."

Holding two shrub branches, Rajud led Audrey to a secluded spot, deceiving himself into believing it was a legitimate business.

The journey was surprisingly smooth; they didn't encounter a single guard or soldier.

"Isn't this a bit too lucky?"

Audrey stared at the old man with her emerald green eyes, her expression slightly strange.

This extraordinary ability greatly intrigued the noble lady who already yearned for the mysterious world.

But before she could have any more thoughts, she saw Rajud suddenly crouch down and beckon her to hide together.

Audrey Hall moved swiftly, quickly finding a corner. Because she was already in a psychological stealth state, she didn't have much trouble concealing herself and began to observe the situation.

"Is that... Mr. World?"

Before his eyes was a handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes, who was none other than Klein in disguise as Ron.

Behind the young man was a woman of exceptional beauty, with a graceful figure and a gentle yet slightly ingratiating demeanor.

The two men walked quickly, their faces beaming with excitement, as if they were hiding some secret, and they kept whispering to each other.

"That's the Witch of Despair, who's on duty here!"

"Your partner is really something, they didn't give themselves away..."

Rajud first whispered a reminder, then exclaimed in surprise, while concealing himself even more.

"..."

Upon hearing this, even though Audrey was a respectable and elegant noblewoman, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, and a rather comical guess flashed through her mind.

Although this is Mr. Ron playing himself,

But last time, "World" Gehrman Sparrow, dressed as a woman, directly defeated "General of Disease" Tracy. Will he try the same trick again this time and kill a "Witch of Despair"?

"I hope they're not going to resort to selling their bodies..."

Audrey, what are you thinking about?! You absolutely mustn't let Mr. Ron influence you!

The plan has changed, with an additional demigod than predicted. So it's normal for Mr. "World" to flexibly change the plan in order to hold off the witch, who is clearly a greater threat.

As her thoughts raced, she saw the blond boy and the witch sneak into an attic. With a click of the lock, the noble lady's eyes widened in surprise, and she twitched her lips in astonishment.

For the sake of the mission, the mad adventurer Gehrman Sparrow was willing to sacrifice himself to this extent; no wonder he is a member of the "Tarot Club".

No wonder he's an extraordinary person who can put his arm around Mr. Ron's shoulder!

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During the banquet, Lü Er'an approached the Kingdom's naval admiral, bowed, and whispered his report:

"General, that woman and the witch have left. Shouldn't we find someone to protect them?"

Emilius Levitt's face remained as serious as ever, radiating an undeniable aura of authority.

He pondered for a few seconds, rubbing his furrowed brow, seemingly unable to understand why this "God of Time and Space," who originated from the Southern Continent, acted so strangely.

It was as if they were attending a banquet simply for the sake of attending the banquet.

"Since you're on the Seven Gods' side, why don't you come and confront me? I had all the evidence ready, and then you ran off with the witch?"

At this thought, Emilius Levitt shook his head.

As a Sequence Four "Law Master" of the Judgement Path, despite his corruption, his forced purchase of resource-rich estates, and his embezzlement of naval funds, Emilius still considers himself a good person.

After all, everything he did was in accordance with the rules. Even if it was a forced sale, he paid money close to the market price and even took out a considerable loan from the bank for it.

However, cooperating with the witch cult to transport people, secretly providing venues, using the army for protection and cover, and evading the church's supervision—things that go outside the rules—are not so easy to do.

"If things really come to light, I will inevitably become a pawn of the royal family. A royal admiral, a semi-autonomous tyrant in a colony—there is no more suitable candidate..."

Few people who can become demigods are fools.

Whether out of a barely perceptible conscience, for his own benefit, or for the development of his family, Emilius Levitt had to get rid of this trouble as soon as possible.

As long as I shift the blame to the royal family first, then no one can retaliate by slandering him.

Before this, it was just an idea, because Emilius knew that if he did it, he would not have a good ending.

After all, this is no different from reporting your boss for embezzlement and bribery.

Even writing an anonymous whistleblower letter requires certain skills.

However, as Emperor Rosell once said, there is always a way out.

This elusive "God of Time and Space" has provided a perfect opportunity.

Even if the blond boy wasn't there to interrogate him, Emilius still intended to expose some minor issues to clear himself of any involvement.

In this way, at most he will be suspended from his post and not given important responsibilities, and even the royal family cannot say anything about him.

Because no one can hide a secret under the watchful eye of a god.

But now, this great being has run off with the witch...

Emilius Levitt, his expression serious and rigid, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority, looked at his secretary beside him and instructed:

"Wait a little longer, let's see."

"Lü Er'an, write everything that happened in the report."

"Yes, General!"

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Inside the Governor's Mansion prison.

"You won't find anything, and nothing will happen here. If someone else enters the cell, you will be awakened, and you will shout out the name or title of the person who entered."

A hazy, dreamlike, and gentle voice came from the noblewoman's mouth. Her emerald eyes seemed to swirl with layers of eddies, bright yet carrying a certain intoxicating charm.

Hypnotist – psychological suggestion.

"Sir, we may go in now."

Thanks to Gehrman Sparrow's perfect delay, Audrey, who had been waiting outside the attic for just a minute, did not notice anything unusual.

Without wasting any time, she immediately found the prison entrance, hypnotized the guards, and entered the prison without causing any disturbance.

The governor's prison was a semi-underground structure. It was dark, damp, and stuffy, filled with the stench of urine and other indescribable foul smells. However, a gentle breeze blew from above, making the prison's interior environment seem less terrible.

As soon as Audrey entered, she immediately shut her mouth and held her breath.

Looking through the oil lamps that emitted black smoke every few meters, Audrey frowned slightly, lost in confusion.

The prison here is so large that it takes about ten minutes just to patrol it.

Time is of the essence, and there is no time to waste. She must find and preserve the evidence as soon as possible to serve as crucial evidence for overthrowing the Ruen royal family.

"Sir, do you have a way to accurately locate the target you want to rescue?"

"As you can see, this place is very large, and I'm worried that my companions won't be able to hold out for that long."

"While one could certainly seek help from Mr. 'Fool' for this, it's a small matter. Perhaps this demigod has a better solution?"

"have."

Rajud nodded, and after a couple of seconds, he said in a deep voice:

"You've been lucky enough. I'm going to find Roy King now, and you can go find the person you're trying to rescue."

Lucky?

Upon hearing this, Audrey Hall was stunned. She stared blankly at her hands and carefully examined her body, but found nothing unusual.

"Sir, how should I use this good fortune?"

"It's simple, just wander around."

Just browsing around!? Really?!

While Audrey was still in a daze, Rajud had already taken the lead, confidently choosing a direction and heading forward, as if he was very certain that his luck would allow him to encounter the target he needed to rescue.

"."

"Although this is very unscientific, it is also very mystical."

Audrey Hall muttered to herself, her heart filled with uncertainty, and randomly chose a direction to look ahead.

Throughout the journey, she remained hidden in her psychology, causing no disturbance. With each step, she carefully observed her surroundings, afraid of missing any important details.

Just as Audrey turned right to take a different look, she suddenly felt her foot slip and stepped on a mouse.

"Squeak squeak squeak"

The grayish-white mouse squeaked twice in protest, then quickly leaped forward and crashed into the wall with a "thud".

The previously uneven wall surface suddenly rippled, eventually revealing a heavy, black iron door.

This works?!

Audrey was completely stunned by what she saw.

Does "just browsing" really mean just browsing aimlessly?

The iron-black gate was pushed open forcefully, and amidst the sharp, grating scraping sound, Audrey, draped in a black robe, saw the scene inside.

Deep within the cold dungeon, in the dim light flickering, a group of hunched figures were reflected through the iron bars, numbering nearly a hundred at first glance.

Their clothes were tattered, their bodies covered with whip marks and shackle marks, and they looked desperate and numb. There were young girls covered with whip marks and bruises, as well as gaunt old beggars huddled in a corner, and all sorts of pale-faced men and women who had fainted on the ground.

Without exception, their bodies were covered with scars, some blue, some purple, some new, some old.

The air was thick with the smells of mildew and blood, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Although the kind-hearted noblewoman could imagine what it would be like inside, she was still speechless when she actually arrived.

The child lost his father, the wife lost her husband, and the parents lost their children.

She had only heard about this scene before, but now she saw it with her own eyes.

"."

Faced with such a scene, the noble lady could not manage a smile, and even managing to calm her heavy heart was incredibly difficult.

"So this is what Mr. Ron meant: to let me come out and see for myself, instead of always relying on rumors or intelligence?"

When she learned of the miserable lives of the residents of the East District, she felt sympathy, pity, and wanted to help. When she learned that the royal family was secretly kidnapping people, she was angry and wanted to uphold justice.

This is the most genuine feeling from the heart, and also the most authentic self.

Originally, she didn't understand why Ron said those things and did those things, believing that she could change the status quo and prevent the tragedy from happening again by relying on the "justice" in her heart.

But now, she realizes how naive her previous thoughts were. They were just based on momentary emotions and impulses. When people cannot truly experience something firsthand, they can never achieve empathy.

Now, seeing these people in the prison, Audrey Hall no longer felt resentment, nor did she rely on a surge of passion to become the embodiment of justice and expose the mastermind behind it all.

"In this era, in this world, I have to do something."

Yes, someone has to do it; simply patching things up won't help at all.

She pursed her lips, picked up the portable camera hanging on her waist, and recorded the entire scene.

To overthrow the Ruen royal family, one not only needs the support of the church and powerful forces behind it, but also needs to seize every opportunity to weaken the opponent's strength and find a crime that no one can accept.

And now, the evidence is in our hands!

"Only in this way can we achieve our goal legitimately. Audrey, when did you become so 'dirty,' just like those politicians and congressmen?"

With a self-deprecating thought, the noblewoman put away her camera and quietly left the area.

According to the plan, this was just a preliminary reconnaissance mission to gather intelligence and collect evidence. If it actually caused any disturbance, it would alert the enemy and make the subsequent rescue more difficult.

Moreover, she couldn't take all these people with her, so she could only hand over the collected intelligence to the "Storm Church".

Although Ron spoke highly of the "true gods," Audrey, who had received this kind of education from childhood, still held them in high regard.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, a thunderous roar exploded from the sky, the earth shook violently, and the rumbling continued.

What happened outside?!

ten minutes ago

"Your Majesty, these are the routes for transporting people by sea, and evidence of our transactions with the royal family. However, this is not all; I only possess a portion of it."

The desperate witch, who had been completely fooled by Mr. Fool, respectfully handed a bag of paper documents to Klein. Klein opened it, glanced at it, and nodded after confirming that there were no problems.

"Very good, you're a smart person."

The blond youth spoke calmly, but as soon as he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the pages of detailed internal documents documenting bloodshed and brutality. Suddenly, a smile crept onto his lips as he asked:

"Besides these, what other bad things have you done?"

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The Witch of Despair opened her mouth, her whole demeanor somewhat blank.

As a cult member, there is no doubt about it. If witches were simple and honest, only liking straw dolls or being strawd, they would certainly not be wanted by the Church of the True God.

"I, I once seduced other women's husbands, plotted to seize their property, deliberately provoked their wives, and finally died from a disease caused by anger."

"Their children will also be tempted by me, watching them kill each other for my sake, ultimately killing their last remaining relatives, and falling into endless despair and regret."

"I will also give potions to male assassins who crave extraordinary power, inciting them to become assassins, to kill, to fall into depravity, to gradually lose their conscience, and finally to be transformed into witches by myself."

"I will also whip those slaves, deliberately let them escape, and then bring them back to punish them until they lose all will to resist and fall into boundless despair and fear."

"."

Octavia became more and more excited as she spoke, and in the process she licked her lips, as if savoring the despair that had brought her to the extreme.

As for why the deity asked that question, Octavia thought it was just a casual remark and wouldn't do anything to her.

Because of this level of existence, most people have already lost some of their humanity.

"It's just a few ordinary people dying. Would He really kill a demigod like me, who's somewhat useful, for these complete strangers?"

As expected, the blond boy didn't say anything after listening. He just nodded, put away all the evidence documents in the paper bag, and then patted her on the shoulder.

"Very good, you're very honest. Did Emilius Levitt participate in anything similar?"

"Your Majesty, no, that's not true. That rigid fellow is inflexible and always gives me a sour look, as if I were a prisoner."

Klein nodded upon hearing this, then smiled and said:

"You're not bad, you're worth something, so I'll let you go this time."

The boy paused abruptly, as if deep in thought, before continuing:

"In that case, I will allow you to recite my true name, and I can personally help you if you encounter danger."

Upon hearing this, the Witch of Despair's eyes suddenly lit up, and her breathing became slightly more rapid.

Betraying the "sect's" information and using one's own connections is undoubtedly a despicable and shameless act.

"But what can I do when faced with a true god?"

Quickly finding a reason in her mind, the Witch of Despair looked at Klein with a bright smile.

"Your Majesty, what is your real name?"

The mad adventurer disguised as Ron dropped the pretense, pulled a "World" tarot card from his pocket, picked up a fountain pen, adjusted it to an angle where the witch couldn't see, and scribbled in Giant's Tongue:

"Ron Sothos, save me!"

He silently changed the line and quickly wrote four large characters in the Giant's language.

Leodoro

Without the slightest hesitation, although he didn't feel any sense of security from the little kid, Klein, who had a considerable understanding of the divine realm, knew that the moment he put pen to paper, Ron's gaze would inevitably turn towards him.

So he threw the pen and paper forward, snapped his fingers, and his figure was quickly engulfed by the surging flames coming from his pocket.

A few dozen meters away from the attic, a dry leaf suddenly burst into flames. As soon as Klein stepped out, he felt a gaze from the sky that made his scalp tingle and made him want to bury his head in the ground.

next second.

Thunderbolts fell from the sky.

Klein scrambled and rolled as fast as he could, unleashing hundreds of bolts of lightning, each as thick as a bucket, that were filled with destructive energy. In an instant, they reduced the attic, along with the witch inside and the tarot cards within, to ashes, leaving only a massive, black crater reeking of scorched earth.

"Damn, that's incredible!?"

Mr. Fool stared in disbelief, then touched his entire body until he found that not a single part was missing, at which point he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

But the next second, a familiar young voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Klein, you're pretty brave!"

(End of this chapter)