Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 519: I gave you a chance, but you were useless (Part 2)

What did I do here? Is this still Rune?

The biting wind was like a knife, whipping up large swaths of white snowflakes that danced in the sky. The boundless snowfield reflected a blinding white light, causing Klein to squint involuntarily.

"Is this a snowfield? Grosser's Travels ability is teleportation?"

In the next second, thoughts flashed through Klein's mind instinctively, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

"Most of the audience's abilities are concentrated in the mental realm, and the Grosser's Journey was created by the Imaginary Dragon, so how could it possibly have teleportation capabilities?"

Yes, the imagined objects will surely materialize, the fantasized kingdoms will surely descend upon the material world, and the proclaimed future will surely unfold and become reality.

Rather than teleportation, I'm more inclined to believe this place was created through imagination, given its similarity to the characteristics of the Imaginary Dragon recorded in Silver City.

An hour earlier, Klein, who had been repeatedly smashed into "scum" by the meteorite created by Ron, was now surprisingly clear-headed.

We have gained a greater understanding of the power of the gods.

"This is not the polar region, nor is it the Eternal Night Plain of Fussac. There are no stars in the sky. Although the spirit world exists, I cannot summon my messenger."

At this moment, "Iceberg General," who was a few meters away from Klein, slightly furrowed her brown eyebrows. She first waved her palm, secretly performing a secret technique to summon a messenger, and then gave her conclusion.

She and Gehrman Sparrow looked at each other, their light blue eyes unconsciously revealing a hint of confusion.

Compared to Klein's vision and understanding, Lieutenant General Iceberg clearly lacked knowledge of the world's secrets.

Upon seeing those light blue eyes, still tinged with a thirst for knowledge, Gehrman Sparrow tensed his face, trying to project a wildly restrained demeanor, and said in a hoarse voice:

"This is interesting; it looks like it's going to be another brand new hunt!"

Please don't ask me what's going on right now, because I don't know either!

Upon hearing this, Edwina Edwards' light brown eyebrows furrowed even more deeply.

In such a harsh environment with unknown dangers, having a teammate who acts erratically and is mentally unstable seems like a bad choice.

"German..."

She was about to speak, trying to calm the other person down.

However, in the next instant, "Iceberg General" saw the corner of the Crazy Adventurer's mouth twitch slightly by a millimeter, as if he had sensed something and turned his body around.

"Run!!!"

Gehrman Sparrow was like a nimble but timid black cat, who darted away more than ten meters away in an instant as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

Weren't you being a little crazy just now?

At this moment, even the mature and intellectual Edwina Edwards couldn't help but mutter to herself.

However, she was also quite fast. Although she started a little later, she was only a meter away from Gehrman Sparrow who had darted out.

In this situation, the experienced pirate general immediately chose to believe the powerful adventurer who had supposedly hunted down the "Disease General," thinking that the other party would not make an irrational choice in such a dangerous and unknown place.

But despite believing it, she had considerable doubts about it.

What could possibly make a powerful adventurer turn tail and run, without even a thought of resistance?

The thought had barely crossed Edwina's mind when her eyes widened slightly as she heard a massive roar.

"roar!!!"

An extremely violent, mad, and bloodthirsty aura descended from the sky, and she completely put aside her doubts and ran even faster.

Snowflakes danced and filled the sky, and a sudden gust of wind rose up, carrying with it tiny scraps of paper that instantly obscured the view ahead.

The biting cold seeped into his thin trench coat, and Klein felt his body temperature rapidly decreasing, his hands and legs going numb and almost losing all feeling.

In the next instant, the Joker's intuition kicked in, and without even turning his head, a clear image appeared in Klein's mind.

In the increasingly violent blizzard, a huge, ferocious dragon with sharp features and ice-blue scales poked its head out and suddenly spewed out a breath of ice-blue dragon breath.

"Damn it, why do I always run into this kind of mess? There's something fishy going on, there's definitely something fishy going on!!"

Enraged, Klein grabbed a paper figure from his pocket without looking back and sped up again.

The next instant, an icy blue breath descended from the sky, instantly tearing Klein's body to shreds, turning him into scraps of paper that mingled with the wind and snow.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Edwina, who had been running with her head down, finally caught a glimpse of what the monstrous, violent, and insane creature behind her was.

It was a massive, nearly five-meter-tall, semi-transparent dragon. It resembled a close relative of a lizard, with an ugly face, dark blue eyes, and a thick, powerful tail. Behind it grew a pair of enormous wings covered in a membrane, which, when spread out, seemed to blot out the sky.

"Julian, the King of the North!?"

"I've actually entered the world of a book?!"

In an instant, this iconic dragon immediately reminded Edwina of the descriptions in Grosser's Travels.

Her expression remained unchanged as she suppressed the thirst for knowledge welling up within her and first turned her gaze to Gehrman Sparrow, whose figure had appeared in another direction.

Whether she was fleeing or fighting, she needed the cooperation of this temporary teammate.

According to the travelogue, Yurian is of a higher level than Sequence 5 but lower than Sequence 4. It is a mad monster formed by a mixture of characteristics from various similar pathways, and I alone could not possibly contend with it.

However, Klein's thoughts were much simpler. Although he cursed inwardly, his mind was surprisingly calm, as if the one chasing him was not a giant dragon that could easily tear him apart, but rather a little Karami that had appeared out of nowhere.

Of course, being beaten up by Ron in various ways isn't without its advantages. At least he can react faster in this extreme environment, detect danger sooner, and come up with solutions earlier.

With a flick of his wrists, he pulled a brass penny from his pocket, letting it tumble and flow between his fingers. Within seconds, the angular, cold face of Gehrman Sparrow relaxed slightly.

"500 meters ahead, to your right, a cave. Go inside."

The diviner's divination skills are well-known; they are adept at gathering intelligence. Frankly speaking, at Klein's current level, he cannot perform divination during battle.

However, he was surprisingly calm at this moment and actually completed this extremely difficult operation.

As he spoke, he tossed out a silver-white talisman made of tin, engraved with a magical symbol representing the "wind" domain. This talisman was made by Klein using the Scepter of the Sea God.

Whether escaping or being chased, whether on land or at sea, talismans that enhance mobility are quite useful little tools.

Edwina raised her hand and took the talisman without changing her expression. She understood Gehrman Sparrow's meaning as if by telepathy. Without hesitation, she immediately simulated an extraordinary ability that she had seen from the witch.

As the wind howled, Klein saw his hands suddenly turn transparent, gradually disappearing from his body. He also saw the "Iceberg General" in his peripheral vision doing the same thing, disappearing in a few breaths, leaving only footprints on the snow.

The footprints on the snow disappeared in the next second, and the two of them rose into the air using the gusts of wind that surged from the talismans, covering a distance of several hundred meters in just a few breaths.

In the blizzard where the path ahead was obscured, the two, like snow rabbits returning home, burrowed into the narrow cave one after the other, completely disappearing without a trace.

As the wind howled and snowflakes flew wildly, Klein breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that the cave entrance above his head was covered with snow.

If he were being hunted by a true, rational demigod, Klein certainly wouldn't be so arrogant.

But a dragon so insane that it has lost its mind and can no longer even think clearly doesn't need such a cunning way to escape.

He lowered his head, about to say something, but almost blushed.

Because at that moment he discovered that "Lieutenant General Iceberg" was quite close to his position.

The cave was not spacious, but it was enough to accommodate two adult men. However, it was rather awkward for Klein and Edwina at this moment.

Even though Klein tried his best to pull back, their upper bodies inevitably ended up pressed together, since adult men don't have such large pectoral muscles.

What's even more awkward is that, due to the limited space, the two can only look at each other, with a distance of only two or three centimeters between them. They can clearly see the fine hairs on each other's faces and feel each other's breath.

"If I go back like this, I'll probably be shot by the crew of the 'Golden Dream' the first thing they do."

In that instant, Klein felt he needed to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere, so he suppressed his shyness as a virgin and said expressionlessly:

"That was the King of the North."

"That was the King of the North."

Edwards Edwina also spoke, and the two of them stopped mid-sentence, their light blue eyes and brown pupils meeting each other's gaze, both noticing the fleeting awkwardness in the other's eyes.

Clearly, the pirate general who was always pursuing scholarship was also a glass cannon.

"The 'mad adventurer' rumored to dislike women and show no mercy even to those suffering from disease is actually shy?"

"This 'iceberg general,' who seems like a teacher and only knows how to do academic research, and is always calm and expressionless, can actually be shy?"

What the hell?!

In an instant, having glimpsed the other's true nature, neither of them brought up the topic again, and the atmosphere in the narrow cave quickly returned to silence.

After a long pause, Gehrman Sparrow, his face tense, looked calmly at the Iceberg General, whose expression was similarly tense but slightly unnatural, and said:

"The Travels of Grosser was created by the imaginary dragon 'Angelwede' and is a true relic of the ancient gods."

"Many of its previous owners have disappeared, and based on the current situation, they have most likely been sucked into this book."

Relics of an ancient god? A dragon of imagination?

So that's how it is. No wonder this book is so durable, almost indestructible. Where did he get this information from? Was it from that extremely secretive organization behind him that believes in "Fools"?

It seems his intelligence isn't too low, and despite his apparent madness, he's actually extremely calm. He was able to perform divination while being pursued by the "King of the North," and after sensing danger, he ran away so quickly, completely disregarding his image as a "mad adventurer."

Hearing Klein's words, Edwina Edwards secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the stalemate continued, she didn't think she could outmaneuver the "Faceless Man" with her facial expressions.

Iceberg will continue to keep a straight face, pretending to be nonchalant as he calmly says:

"We are most likely in the story described in 'The Travels of Grosser' right now, and it's even possible that we've entered the world inside the book."

"However, we didn't do anything, so why did we suddenly enter the world of the book? This has never happened before."

"It wasn't me, don't get the wrong idea, it has nothing to do with me!"

Upon hearing this, Klein immediately denied it three times in his mind.

Although, in Ron's words, he was a real troublemaker, and wherever he went, the influence of "Source Castle" would trigger some potential problems.

However, Klein was exceptionally confident this time that it was definitely not his fault.

He didn't touch the book after it was taken out.

Seemingly sensing the thoughts in the mind of the mad adventurer, Edwina Edwards continued:

"I just think it's a coincidence, don't overthink it."

At this point, she paused, a hint of curiosity appearing in her light blue eyes as she looked at Gehrman Sparrow. The "Iceberg General," with a scholarly air, asked:

"I heard you dealt with the 'Disease General' by wearing a skirt, disguising yourself as a woman, and infiltrating the Black Death?"

What kind of question is that? The jump in the range is way too big!

Klein inwardly cursed, barely managing to suppress the astonished expression on his face by pushing the Joker's extraordinary abilities to their limit.

Seemingly realizing that her question was somewhat private, Edwina coughed lightly and added in a low voice:

"This is just an academic question. Based on my speculation, although Faceless Men can change their appearance, they can't truly become women. How did you manage to evade so many checks?"

"Well, you know, researching knowledge is the only way for me to become stronger, so it's perfectly normal to have some curiosity."

Madam, your explanation is so dry and lacks any technical sophistication. Although you don't seem like a bookworm, you do seem to have potential in this area.

Klein gave a helpless twitch of his lips. Actually, it wasn't a big secret about this.

Everyone on the high seas knows that the "Mad Adventurer" can transform into anyone, so Gehrman Sparrow didn't refuse, mimicking Edwina's tone as he explained:

"Breast pads, I added rubber breast pads."

"Oh, I see."

"What kind of gelatinous substance is it?"

"The kind that's commonly seen in Bayam."

"Oh, I see."

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In the strange atmosphere where the two sometimes stared at each other in silence and sometimes chatted about "academic issues," the violent and crazy blizzard outside the cave had disappeared.

"They're finally gone!"

Inside the narrow cave, the two, their faces pale from the cold, exchanged a glance and saw the joy in each other's eyes. So they started climbing at the same time. Inevitably, they bumped and bruised themselves along the way, but in such a critical situation, no one could care about anything else.

Even if the two were very close and could transfer body heat to each other, if they continued to stay in the ice hole, they would inevitably freeze into two lifelike corpses because they were not wearing very thick clothing.

On the white snowfield, two heads emerged from the snow at the same time. Klein looked around, but before he could get a clear look at the surrounding terrain, he suddenly froze.

Just a dozen meters away from them, a blazing, warm bonfire was burning, and beside the bonfire, there was a slender figure.

The figure was 1.69 meters tall, with blond hair and golden eyes. His handsome face was filled with disappointment as he looked at the bewildered, crazed adventurer who had poked his head out.

Ron growled in a deep voice, baring his teeth:

"Klein, I gave you a chance, but you still couldn't use it!?"

"Even if I gave you a chance, you still wouldn't be able to use it!!!"

"You're such a waste!!!"

I'm so angry!!!

I've already dug the hole for you guys, and you're inside discussing breast pads? No wonder you can't find a wife!

The blond boy was completely defeated by Mr. Fool.

(End of this chapter)