Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 516 Tarot Club (×) Poor Ghost Club (√) Two-in-One 5K

As the leader of the Tarot Club, Klein never gained the upper hand in his secret confrontations with Ron, but his defeats were due to his shamelessness and despicable nature, so it can only be said that he was still honorable in defeat.

After all, the blond boy's moves were so rudimentary that they were simply unbearable to watch. Even Little Sun, who had received a lot of help, still found it hard to imagine what the "God of Time and Space" was like in private.

After all, the "Creator's Hook Theory" had poisoned this innocent young man quite badly, and he hadn't recovered for two or three days.

It's like the shock of a naive young man who knows nothing, seeing NTR literature for the first time and having his worldview shattered.

"Hmph, that's his style. What kind of good person can be so friendly as to put their arm around Frank's shoulder? They may seem all smiles, but they never hold back when it comes to a fight."

As always, "The Hermit" Cattleya remembered the blond boy's unconventional style of doing things, even though she had only spent a short time with him.

She adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, maintaining a calm and detached demeanor, as "The Magician" Fors presented three pages of Russell's diary.

Then, he glanced at Mr. Fool without daring to look directly at him, but faced with the strange gray fog that was obscured by layers of mist, he could only make out the general outline.

Holding the three pages of Russell's diary, Klein didn't rush to start reading as usual.

After all, he had already witnessed the King of Angels walking arm in arm with a genuine god, becoming sworn brothers with the creator of the Silver City, and knowing a great deal of secret knowledge and history. He believed that no matter what Roselle wrote next, it would be difficult to shock him too much.

"Unless he was subjected to a 'witch's blessing' by some god or high-ranking being, temporarily turning into a woman and corrupting himself in one ball after another,"

He jokingly muttered something to himself, then glanced around with interest.

"Hmm~ Finally, it looks like a real secret organization..."

As he pondered this, he casually glanced at Russell's diary in his hand.

"Ah, the extraordinary path is truly amazing. I have created the patterned silver plaque that led me through the time travel, but no matter how I try to activate it, all I can see is an endless gray fog."

But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that my silver medal actually had a wonderful reaction with a sealed artifact within the Steam Church!

"There's definitely a secret here!"

"On August 23, after careful study in recent times and through the secret records within the church, I discovered that there are more than 22 ways of God."

Some of these possess properties that can only be used as magical items; they have no recipe and are more like strange objects composed solely of authority than properties.

"So here's the question: if all twenty-two paths originate from the Creator, where does this 'authority,' which humanity cannot contain, come from?"

That's a good question, but I think I already know a little bit about it...

As his gaze swept over the area, Klein smirked smugly.

To be frank, in the mystical world, he was already a seasoned veteran, so it was impossible for him not to notice the problems existing in the path to godhood.

Ron claims to be a god, but in every respect, this guy is somewhat out of place in this world.

Especially the extraordinary characteristics, which involve major issues concerning the very foundation of the mysterious world.

Klein once naively thought that Ron was so special that he was probably a time traveler from some country.

However, as his understanding of the world deepened and he learned that Ron was a born god, he abandoned this conjecture and accepted that He was actually an extremely ancient old man.

However, upon seeing Emperor Rosell's diary, his usual wild thoughts resurfaced.

Why is it that everyone can use the characteristics of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", and even the characteristics of all gods can be made into magic potions, but not Ron Sothos's?

Why are you so special, as if you have a cheat code?

And the most important point is, why would you be looking for a wife in this era? Logically speaking, since you're from an ancient time, what were you doing all that time before?

Unless you never had time before, or you simply didn't have time in this world.

Klein felt increasingly uneasy, even staring at Rosell's diary for several dozen seconds without looking away.

Damn, could this bastard be the real time traveler...?

"Well, I can only say it looks very similar, but I can't be sure."

Klein silently suppressed his guesses and, after the tarot reading ended, decided to test the waters by turning his gaze to the diary below.

"On August 25th, damn it, the sealed artifact that reacted to the mysterious silver medal actually spoke! It greeted me in a different language!?"

"Furthermore, it spread rumors about me within the Steam Church, saying that I like men and animals!!!"

"I immediately returned the greeting. I refuse to believe that I, Huang Tao, Rosell Gustav, am inferior to a sealed artifact!?"

"August 26th, a crushing defeat. With my limited knowledge, I couldn't even verbally defeat this bizarre sealed object that possessed the ability to live..."

"Fortunately, as long as I leave the silver medal for a while, it will automatically lose its activity; otherwise, my reputation would be ruined!"

Your Majesty, it's a good thing you died young. If it were now, your fingers would probably be broken off...

Klein chuckled inwardly, a hint of schadenfreude creeping onto his face.

"My daughter was born on August 27th, and I named her..."

"..."

Ron's golden eyes swept over the contents of the diary, and he raised an eyebrow, surprised that he had been in contact with Rosell so early on.

Although those minor, peripheral characteristics at most only retain a few traces of his spirit and do not meet the necessary conditions for revival, they are still flesh and blood of his, so it is normal for him to instinctively hate everything related to the dead monster.

Heavens don't know, when Ron first met Klein, he even thought about killing him outright.

A three-page diary entry is like an update from a struggling novelist—not only short, but also very weak, always ending at crucial points.

Yes, I'm talking about a certain "astrologer" who doesn't bother to digest the potion.

Klein finished reading it in just a few minutes and sighed silently, still wanting more.

"You may begin."

He looked at the members of the Tarot Club and said calmly.

As soon as "The Fool" Klein finished speaking, "The Hanged Man" Alger looked around and then spoke up:

"I need a powerful magical item, roughly corresponding to Sequence Level 5."

Although he was issuing the commission to all members of the Tarot Club, his gaze was directed at Cattleya.

For Alger, becoming a demigod is still too early. Although he obtained the potion formula by exchanging the secret of the ghost ship, his financial situation has already faced a major crisis in order to acquire the "Ocean Singer" property.

"Only by strengthening our combat capabilities as quickly as possible can we acquire more; I need to start saving money again."

In that instant, this rugged, cautious seaman felt like a rat, no different from the factory workers of Backlund.

"I'll keep an eye out for you."

Seeing the "hermit's" response, Alger followed up by asking:

"Madam, what kind of payment do you require?"

"I can gather clues in advance so that I can exchange them for magical items later."

What reward do I need? "The Hermit" Cattleya chuckled inwardly, sensing the subtle probing in "The Hanged Man" Alger's words.

"Leaving aside the fact that I've already obtained the 'Potion Recipe' from Sequence Four of the 'Secret Seeker' pathway, and am currently accumulating one of the main ingredients..."

"Wait, something's wrong! I've been labeled a traitor by the 'Morse Ascetic Order,' so what about my contributions?"

Upon realizing this, "The Hermit" Cattleya finally understood what she had forgotten recently. She gritted her teeth, wishing she could step forward and slap the blond boy who had betrayed her.

"That's demigod-level material, and I'm almost there!"

"Admiral of the Stars" gasped, her heart aching beyond measure, even her purple eyes welling with tears. She then forced a smile through gritted teeth and said:

"I need a drop of blood from a mythical creature, or a demigod-level magical item, one with relatively tolerable negative effects."

Her words were a double entendre; the first part was directed at Ron, while the second part was naturally a mockery of the "Hanged Man's" provocation.

At that moment, Alger, the "Hanged Man," almost blurted out that he shouldn't joke about such things.

Even the Church of Storms might not achieve such results in several years, let alone require a drop of blood from a mythical creature. Do you really want the Pope to bleed out the blood himself?

How big is that face?

"If there truly is a Level 1 sealed artifact with negligible negative effects, why wouldn't I use it myself, or exchange it with 'Fate' for the extraordinary properties of the 'Disaster Priest'? Although both are of equal value, given the favors I've accumulated, 'Fate' certainly won't refuse."

Alger understood that this was the "Hermit's" mockery of him, but unlike his colleagues, he did not fly into a rage. He took a slow breath and said:

"I'll keep an eye on it."

"But you should know very well, madam, that similar sealed artifacts and a drop of blood from a mythical creature, even as just a clue, could be worth as much as a decent magical item."

"Tsk, he's not angry. Was my provocation insufficient, or is he not a member of the Church of Storms? No, I can't think like that. It's very likely that under the watchful eyes of two deities, He wouldn't dare to do such a thing."

Thinking of this, "Hermit" Cattleya glanced again at "Fate," who had spoken so harshly, and, without being greedy enough to test the waters a second time, nodded and said:

"I know."

Hmph, you know? You know nothing!

Since you know why you shouldn't make a deal with "Fate," those in the Tarot community know that if you have money, you can get what you want from Him.

In the end, "General of the Stars" was just like me, a "poor man" who was also in financial crisis.

As Alger thought to himself, "The Hanged Man," his gaze softened unconsciously, causing Cattleya and the innocent dummy "World" to grimace in disgust.

Hey, what kind of look is that?

Klein, seated at the head of the bronze table, smirked. He hadn't expected that such a small probing by two members of the Tarot Club would affect him so much.

Actually, I also want powerful magical items.

Klein silently added in his mind that he did not control the "world" to mention this request, because he had already said it last time, and bringing it up at this juncture would have a hint of stirring up trouble.

I, "The Fool," have such a lowly status in the Tarot gathering.

Seeing that the two had finished their conversation, "World" seized the opportunity and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"I discovered an ancient book that seems to belong to the dragon race and has a close connection with the dragon king 'Angolvid'."

"From the dragon race, and with intricate connections to the Dragon King?" Upon hearing this, Audrey, who had been observing everything, slightly raised her hand and asked in a light voice:

"Mr. World, what is its function?"

"How would I know? Why don't you ask that little brat?"

Klein was momentarily embarrassed, then shook his head dismissively.

"I don't know what it does; I haven't figured it out yet."

He paused, then looked earnestly in the direction of the "Fool" and said:

"I paid a price, asking Mr. 'Fool' for help, and obtained the answer that this book is not simple and is connected to the Dragon King."

Relics of an ancient god!?

As soon as "World" finished speaking, not only was Audrey taken aback, but all the members of the Tarot Club also focused their attention on this usually unassuming guy.

Among these gazes was Ron Sothos.

Why does he always seem to encounter these strange and unusual things?

The blond boy's eyes flickered slightly, seemingly gazing at "the world" Gehrman Sparrow with a hint of fervor.

This isn't some stray kitten; it's clearly a lucky cat.

Noticing the hint of interest in his girlfriend's expression, the scumbag took the initiative and asked:

"How much?"

I've been waiting for you to ask that question!

Klein was overjoyed and immediately manipulated "The World" to say in a hoarse voice:

"Since you want it, we can talk in detail after the party, because one of the rewards I need is that you have to tell me the detailed function of this book."

"My payment is not enough to get me detailed answers from Mr. Fool."

As for why such a condition was added, it was naturally to prevent "Iceberg General" from losing too much money. Klein always felt uneasy about spending eight thousand pounds to acquire an ancient god's relic.

You're just bragging!

Ron rolled his eyes helplessly, and unusually, didn't argue with Klein, simply nodding and saying:

"Okay, no problem, I'll come find you after the party."

After the conversation between the two ended, no one made any further requests during the transaction.

Some members joined because they could pre-order what they needed instead of having to buy it elsewhere. This was mainly due to "Justice" Audrey and "Magician" Fors, who were currently processing potions.

Another group, due to limited funds and their own circumstances, are choosing not to make purchases in advance.

For example, there's "The Moon" Emlyn White, who always wants to acquire more of the vampire legacy, and "The Magician" Miss, who also wants to obtain a magical item.

Sure enough, as everyone gradually moved away from low-sequence trading, the trading frequency at the Tarot meetings also gradually decreased.

Previously, there were about two or three orders per week; now it might be every two or three weeks, and in the future, it might take a month. Even with a "rich" guy like Ron, accumulating enough rewards to redeem still takes a considerable amount of time.

"The Fool" Klein didn't know whether this was good or bad, so he simply nodded slightly, signaling the members to chat freely.

"Justice" Audrey immediately looked at "Sun" Derrick, waiting for him to tell her about the current situation in Silver City.

Derrick did not disappoint her, speaking before anyone else and saying sincerely:

"I met with the chief during a time when lightning was particularly frequent today; he seems to have just returned from Silver City."

"With such an important sealed artifact missing, it would be strange if they didn't go looking for it. If I hadn't happened to bring 'The Sun' into the Tarot Club, Silver City, having lost its food source, probably wouldn't have lasted much longer."

Klein analyzed the situation in his mind first.

But the sun continued unhurriedly:

"I took good care of these seeds and they grew very quickly. As long as there was sunlight, they could grow and fill the food gap in a short time."

"When the chief came back, he seemed very happy and surprised, and he said some rather strange things to me, and finally asked me a question."

At this point, "The Sun" Derrick paused, as if he was preparing something.

"What questions did your chief ask?" "The Magician" Fors urged impatiently.

Little Sun nodded, seemingly mimicking the demeanor of the Silver City's chief, and asked in a low voice:

"If a god has lost all his or her characteristics and is already dead, can he still possess authority?"

What's the question? Why emphasize losing all attributes, yet still being a god? This must be a hint from the Silver City chief, could it be...?

The sealed artifact lost in Silver City was either a dead true god or a follower god from the Second Era!?

The Hanged Man was startled and immediately tried to look at Fate beside him, but he stopped abruptly, realizing that such a gesture was not very polite.

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"That depends on what level you were at in your previous life. If you lose all your characteristics, a weakling can only retain his rank. Of course, he can still crush anything below the level of an angel."

"If you are talking about God, or angels, then you cannot retain the full power you had in life, and authority is out of the question."

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately thought of the "Wishing Lamp" and Medici, who had turned into an evil spirit.

These two guys vividly illustrate this kind of problem.

Even as a sealed object, the "Genius" is still incredibly powerful, while Medici is much weaker and needs to find demigod characteristics to escape the land that binds evil spirits.

The sun heard these words and carefully memorized them, then took a deep breath and continued:

"The sealed artifact in Silver City is a similar case. It's the second type of situation you mentioned, Mr. Fate: an angel who has lost all his characteristics but still possesses authority over the earth's domain and is already dead."

"He's alive!"

(End of this chapter)