Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 518 Klein: I'm going to fight the Time-Space Dominator, really?! (Two-in-one) 5.4K

Ancestors of the Abraham family

There are records within the Morse Order that this seemingly unassuming "magician" could be connected to such a being.

Those who could be dragged into this place by Mr. "The Fool" are definitely not simple characters.

Fors's seemingly ordinary words, which he himself didn't realize had much value, were so glaring to others.

At this point, "The Hermit" Cattleya's regard for the salted fish writer reached a new level.

Unlike the "Hermit" lady, who was focused on observation, the blonde, blue-eyed noblewoman, who had been observing from the sidelines, clearly noticed more.

"Hmm, Fors seems very insecure. While this is a normal reaction when she's with Mr. Ron, in the context of this topic, it's as if she's worried about something."

Is it because they feel they don't belong to the Abrahamic family and are afraid of being marginalized and ostracized?

Although Audrey knew her friend very well, she did not inquire about Fors' background in detail out of respect for his privacy.

Before "running away from home," I had only heard snippets of conversation and observed some details at a literary salon gathering.

"She's very independent and likes to show off in front of Hugh. Although she appears to be someone who 'works hard,' based on my observations and conclusions, she always wears a thick mask. It's human instinct, and I'm no exception."

"But someone as shameless as Mr. Ron is a very small minority."

After a slight, inward scorn for the blond boy, Audrey, in a light, righteous voice, said:

"Miss Magician, it seems that after so much time together, your teacher trusts you a lot."

Trust me?

Fors was taken aback, then remembered what Dorian Gray had told him.

"If you encounter danger, you can ask the ancestors of Abraham's family for help."

As a wild extraordinary being, this is undoubtedly a very important trump card.

Perhaps it was becoming a member of the "Tarot Club," or perhaps it was Mr. Fool's granting of every request that made Fors Wall forget the hardships of a wild extraordinary being.

Although they may possess extraordinary powers to varying degrees, they are insignificant to the gods, and some may even spend their entire lives without receiving a response from the deity they worship.

Audrey's cheerful voice continued without pause, offering words of comfort:

"According to Mr. Destiny, the return of that ancestor Abraham seems to have taken no more than a month. Your teacher chose to tell you this very important news for the family right away, which in itself is a sign of trust."

"Oh, I see. So the teacher does care about me quite a bit."

Fors Wall felt a warmth in his heart and was about to nod and say a few words when he suddenly felt that something was not right.

"Wait, what does Miss Justice mean by saying that? Why is she saying these things to me?"

No way... Her extraordinary method seems to be "the audience," does that mean she can see right through me?!

An incredibly awkward feeling surged from her heart to her mind. This socially suffocating feeling of having her true thoughts exposed inevitably left the writer frozen in place.

However, seeing that the Tarot Club members didn't react much, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and explained with an embarrassed smile:

"Uh, ha, ha, ha, actually I feel the same way. It's just a small thing, a very small thing."

You don't need to worry about it!

She silently completed the second half of the sentence in her mind.

"Simply put, this symptom indicates an unhappy family background, resulting in a lack of love and care from a young age."

Seeing Fors Wall's performance, and knowing part of her background due to the Full Moon's ramblings, Klein manipulated the world and stroked his chin.

He didn't say much, leaving Miss "Magician" with enough dignity.

As the conversation on this topic came to an end, just as Klein was about to manipulate the dummy "World" and "Hermit" to discuss the employment commission to find the mermaid, he saw "Moon" Emlyn, who had been preparing for a while, also raise his hand.

What trouble have you caused, you arrogant vampire?

"Hmph, you humans are so boring. Unlike us vampires, we gain the trust of our own kind no matter which country we go to, even if we don't know them at all."

"As a vampire baron, I will receive appropriate treatment wherever I go."

Emlyn White slightly raised his chin and glanced disdainfully at the "magician," as if to say that there was still a difference between humans and vampires.

"Alright, I know you've become Sequence Six. Actually, what you mainly wanted to express was the last sentence, right?"

Klein, the "Fool," felt a wave of exasperation. He racked his brains but couldn't understand when the members of the Tarot Club had become so abstract.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Little Sun, who had been listening in and trying to learn more about the outside world, scratched his head and blurted out:

"The ancestors of the Abraham family can return, but the progenitor of the vampires, 'Lilith,' cannot."

In an instant, the Tarot room fell silent.

Then, Emlyn White's slightly raised face turned ashen, then green, and his body trembled uncontrollably, looking as if he was about to jump up and punch someone.

You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, have actually gone astray! How could you be mocking people like this?!

Upon seeing this, "The Fool," "Justice," and "The Hanged Man" were all stunned, while only Ron nodded with satisfaction.

Young people are quick learners, they really do.

"Goddess, who did he learn that from?"

"Justice" Audrey stared wide-eyed in disbelief, carefully observing Little Sun's body language, but found nothing different from before.

"Ron, look what you've done! You're a scourge to the Tarot Society!"

Mr. Fool, on the other hand, was even more straightforward, immediately shifting the blame onto the blond boy without a second thought.

Is this still that gullible, naive teenager?

As for Alger, the "Hanged Man," he was completely numb and stood there for a moment, questioning the meaning of life.

"You, you, you"

Emlyn was so angry he stomped his feet, unable to speak. After a long pause, he regained his ability to speak and shouted in an almost hoarse voice:

"The progenitor never perished. The history of our vampire clan cannot be clearly recorded by a small city like Silver City!"

Hearing this, even the sun "Derrick" was a little flustered. He had just spoken out of the heart, never expecting this annoying vampire to react so strongly.

So, without thinking, he added insult to injury.

"All the ancient gods had their authority taken back by that creator."

This means that even if the progenitor of vampires had not perished, they would still have had to hide from the awakened creator.

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Okay, okay, you're awesome!

Emlyn, the "Moon," was speechless. Although he firmly believed that the progenitor had not perished and wanted to refute the sun's viewpoint, he had no evidence to support his claim at the moment.

"Hmph, the history of vampires isn't something humans can fabricate!"

"When I get back, I'll start researching the history of vampires!!!"

In the end, Emlyn's facial muscles twitched as he forcibly suppressed the urge to argue, and under the watchful gaze of "Fool" Klein, he returned to his seat.

"If it weren't for the 'Fool's' air of superiority, I'm worried these two would have kept arguing forever."

Klein glanced at the cheerful Ron, and his heart suddenly felt heavier.

With this in mind, he listened to the rest of the Tarot Club members' conversation, and as all the members bowed and said goodbye, he ended the Tarot Club meeting.

Mr. Fool breathed a sigh of relief, just as he was about to return to reality, when he felt a faint connection and then saw a pair of leather boots unceremoniously placed on the bronze table in front of him.

Klein's eye twitched as he saw the blond boy's rather arrogant demeanor.

"Is there something you need?"

He pretended not to see and asked tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Ron didn't mince words and went straight to Klein's side without any hesitation.

"Klein, you seem quite brave. You're only Sequence Six, yet you dare to provoke Leodorus?"

Have you been brainwashed by Leonard and actually believe you're the protagonist of this era?

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Upon hearing this, Mr. Fool became unusually silent. He opened his mouth, and his recent experiences immediately flooded his mind.

"Indeed, I seem to have gotten a bit arrogant lately. Even though I had a plan, based on my past personality, I definitely wouldn't have done something so risky..."

Seeing Klein's expression, Ron slightly curled the corners of his mouth and, as if testing his strength, nudged Klein's shoulder with his elbow.

"Hmph, what a weakling."

"I knew it! You're despicable, shameless, vile, and filthy. You lack reverence for the gods and think that everything will be fine just because I'm around. Have you ever thought about what you'll do if I'm gone one day?"

"Don't even mention a true god, even a Sequence Four could kill you a thousand or eight hundred times over."

"Young comrade, this kind of thinking is unacceptable!"

Comrade? Do you know a lot?

What else is there to say "you're gone"? Is this a dying wish?

Upon hearing Ron speak these words in Chinese, Klein, who had ignored the barrage of sarcastic remarks, felt a strange sensation welling up inside him.

Without hesitation, he quietly admitted his mistake:

"Ron, I understand. Thank you for reminding me."

The blond boy raised a handsome eyebrow, ignoring Klein's gratitude, and continued speaking as if he hadn't heard him:

"A person won't learn even after being taught a hundred times, but they'll grasp a skill after being taught it only once. Klein, I think you lack a certain amount of experience."

"Have you read the novel? Every main character has a standard training space. Actually, I've thought Source Castle is pretty good for a long time."

Klein's eyelids twitched, as if he sensed something, and hesitantly asked:

"So what do you want to do?"

"You poor wretch, don't look at me like that. I just want you to experience the power of the gods."

"Starting today, I'll be your sparring partner."

???

Really? I'll fight you!?

Klein was filled with question marks; even the Joker's extraordinary abilities couldn't hide his astonishment.

He took a deep breath and immediately retorted:

"Ron, I actually think I'm fine. There's no need for this. Look at me, I can take on a Sequence 5 all by myself when I'm Sequence 6."

However, the blond boy still ignored Klein, continuing to speak as if he were an invisible machine:

"Above the Source Castle, you will not truly die, and with me here, your mental body, spiritual body, and spiritual body will not be harmed."

"What, aren't you curious about my authority, or what the authority of the gods really looks like?"

Upon hearing this, the great "Fool" knew he couldn't escape a beating.

However, the great being above the gray fog wouldn't just sit and wait to die. After a moment's thought, he nodded under Ron's surprised gaze and spoke first:

"If you want me to fight you, there has to be a standard, and what will you do if I win?"

What a greedy fellow!

He slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, which didn't surprise Ron at all. He said calmly, seemingly unconcerned:

"If you can hit me, you win. If you win, our debts will be settled, and I will also give you all the future potion recipes and properties of the fortune teller."

"So, should we fight?"

You can't catch a cat if you're unwilling to spend money.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Mr. Fool immediately perked up.

When profits reach 10%, they will become restless; when profits reach 50%, they will take risks; when profits reach 100%, they will dare to trample on all human laws; when profits reach 300%, they will dare to risk being hanged.

When he could get something for free, Klein's back and legs stopped aching, and he immediately conjured a revolver loaded with silver-white demon hunter bullets, pointing it straight at Ron.

There are always creatures on earth that dare to face the divine might!

"bring it on!"

"Fool" shouted with great enthusiasm, while secretly preparing himself, wary of the little brat rushing forward to punch him.

However, what happened next was far beyond Klein's expectations. The gray fog in front of him surged, and before he could even process the shock, the blond boy appeared a hundred meters above him.

In an instant, endless radiance poured out, instantly dispelling the thick gray fog completely.

At this moment, Ron's eyes shone brightly, his long hair, which reached past his ears, rose upwards with the glow, and he was no longer the smug person he used to be, but only indifferent and aloof with endless majesty.

He stretched out his palm, surrounded by countless symbols: an illusory golden dial with intricate patterns, and sparkling points of light like stars. They were like individual worlds, constantly revolving around Ron.

No, buddy?

Upon seeing this, Klein was completely dumbfounded.

He glanced at the revolver in his hand, then at Ron, who seemed about to crush the gray fog space in mid-air, then at the gun, and then at Ron again.

Are you serious?!

Klein passed away peacefully.

In the instant that endless radiance emanated, the great "Fool" was crushed by the weight of the radiance into a cloud of ashes that vanished with the wind.

Klein felt a numbness in his body and his vision went black, but his consciousness did not become clouded. Instead, in the pitch-black vision, he saw a blood-red character for "vegetable".

Deceiving too much!

Inside a cabin on the Golden Dream.

Gehrman Sparrow sat slumped on the ground, his eyes lifeless and his face pale, his legs weak and powerless, as if he had been raped again and again.

He really hadn't expected that the heartless brat wouldn't tolerate him at all, and would kill him hundreds of times in all sorts of extreme ways.

Meteorites, earthquakes, natural disasters, gales, lava, solar storms, and even in the final blow, Ron used pure fighting techniques and ordinary human strength to beat him to a pulp in an almost humiliating manner.

Frankly speaking, whether he lives or dies is irrelevant; Klein has indeed witnessed the terror of the gods and gained a lot of experience.

"What's the use of accumulating this kind of experience? If you face that situation, you'll die sooner or later anyway."

"Well, at least it greatly increases my chances of survival when facing danger, and at least I'm not so easily nervous or instinctively afraid when facing those in higher positions."

Klein silently grumbled to himself, composed himself, and pushed open the hatch onto the clean and tidy deck.

"Here, dog shit, this isn't even clean yet. Do you want me to kick your asses with my boots?"

A gentle sea breeze blew in, and as soon as he arrived on the deck, he saw "Flame" Danitz arrogantly directing the sailors.

"This guy's pretty cool."

The mad adventurer stepped forward and asked in his usual indifferent tone:

Where is your captain?

"Oh, the captain is here."

Danitz intended to answer honestly, but when his gaze swept over Gehrman Sparrow's angular face, he suddenly became alert.

"Captain? What do you want with our captain? Haven't you already met him?"

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Klein was speechless for a moment, then glanced up and down at Danitz, who was quite wary of him, before calmly giving a Gehrman Sparrow-like smile and saying:

"I need to talk to her about something."

"What is it?!" Danitz asked cautiously again.

"It's a secret," Klein replied, suppressing a laugh.

Then he saw Danitz standing there, stunned, his eyes vacant, his mouth agape, looking at him with an expression of utter hatred.

Klein ignored him, pretending not to see anything, and leisurely returned to his cabin. He went to the captain's cabin door and knocked twice.

"Enter."

"Mr. Gehrman, is there something you need?"

With an oval face, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a pair of light blue eyes that resembled clear spring water, Edwina asked with some surprise.

However, before Klein could reveal his purpose, she quickly asked, as if she understood something:

"You're planning to buy that copy of 'Grossell's Travels'? Do you know what secret it holds?"

"Yes, madam, in fact I only know the general idea myself, and it requires a professional to examine it carefully. But please rest assured, I will write to you to inform you of the specific effects after I receive the answer."

Making a profit to pay off debts is no easy task. Klein must get his hands on Grosser's Travelogue before Ron arrives. What if Ron abandons him and makes a deal with the Iceberg General alone?

Given that kid's level of education, he's absolutely capable of doing something like that!

The crimson moon hung high in the sky, and the sea was as calm as a giant mirror.

"Damn it, they've been in there for five hours already, why haven't they come out yet?!"

"Flame" Danitz crouched furtively in front of the captain's cabin door, his eyes wide with fury as he stared at the door, a chill running through him.

Behind him followed a large group of pirates who had come after hearing the news, all looking blankly at the captain's cabin door.

"How about we knock on the door and say the captain hasn't had dinner? That would be a good excuse," a cowardly pirate suggested from the crowd.

They quickly reached an agreement and decided to send two people, one carrying a tray and the other gently knocking on the door.

"Knock knock knock"

"Knock knock knock"

"Knock knock knock"

Time ticked by, but there was no response from the captain's cabin.

The pirates looked at each other, but it was the first mate of the Golden Dream who finally noticed something was wrong. He took a deep breath, his face grave, and pushed open the door.

He found the captain's cabin clean and tidy, not at all like the scene he had imagined. He breathed a sigh of relief and then leaned his entire upper body inside.

The room was empty except for a book with a brownish-yellow cover, lying quietly on the desk.

Oh my god, the captain eloped with Gehrman Sparrow!?

(End of this chapter)