Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 521 A Great Miracle and a Great Strange Event Combined

"I am the embodiment of the past, present, and future!"

"Moreover, he is the god who wields boundless wisdom!"

Just as Ron's eyes lit up and he was seriously introducing himself to this group of country bumpkins, the giant with dark skin and a vertical single eye scratched his head.

"Who?"

"I"

The great, boundless wisdom was momentarily speechless, but it patiently patted its firm chest and explained to the simple-minded giant:

"I am the one to which all things return to oneness, the one who gives birth to all things."

"It is both the beginning and the end of everything!"

"Never heard of it."

Grosser remained oblivious to the situation, even though Ronzel had kicked his heel hard, it was to no avail.

"Hey, how did you, a giant, survive to this day?"

Fortunately, Mr. Ron never bothered with those who weren't intelligent.

He merely muttered something to himself, then swept his arrogant gaze over everyone and said indifferently:

"Alright, I see now. Giants aren't very bright, and they always seem to provoke others unintentionally."

"Perhaps this is all due to the covert influence of those in high positions, such as 'Badhail.' Although He is one of the Seven Gods, His mind is still not quite up to par. I am also very curious about how He has survived to this day."

The boy's casual words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly chilling everyone present to the bone.

Although most of the people present did not know who "Badhair" was, they did know about the Seven Gods that Ron had mentioned.

After the Rune soldier Longzel entered, these giants, elves, ascetics, and nobles of the Solomon Empire from different eras learned about the history of the world that would later come from him.

Those are the seven true gods who are high above, looking down on the real world and ruling over everything.

Unlike the ancient gods who have passed away and the creator of the Second Age, this being truly exists and is the biggest winner from ancient times to the Fifth Age.

And this young man so casually, and with a hint of disdain, mentioned the true name of a deity.

Could it be that he—no, He really is a god who looks down upon the entire world?!

"But I've never heard of His Majesty the Emperor behaving this way before..."

Mobert Zoroaster began to doubt life, feeling that all the beautiful dreams he had heard about gods had been shattered.

He subconsciously thought of his great-grandfather.

"Never mind, the old man was the same way. If He were still here, He'd probably get along quite well with this guy who appeared out of nowhere..."

His illusions about the divine have shattered further.

Having confirmed his inner thoughts, Mobert Zoroaster approached Ron, seemingly trying to discourage his companion, but actually defending himself:

"Your Excellency, in fact, it is not Grosser's fault. You know, no, you don't know, he is just a giant who can only shout empty slogans. And after so much time, he probably has to think for half a day to even do addition and subtraction within ten."

After saying that, he shrugged helplessly, looking quite innocent.

Upon hearing this, Ron merely grunted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, nor suggesting pursuing the matter further. He simply raised his chin slightly as usual and said calmly:

"Do you know how to get out of here?"

"I know that. Only by relying on you, our divine being, can we get out of here."

To everyone's surprise, Grosser answered first again, and this time his emotional intelligence was surprisingly high.

Although the flattery was somewhat crude, it still surprised everyone present.

He stared straight at Ron with his single eye, a sinister smile creeping across his face, before asking earnestly:

"Revered God of Wisdom, do you know where my homeland is now, and where the King of Giants is?"

Your laugh is worse than no laugh at all. Also, be more confident and remove the word "maybe" from your statement.

The blond boy muttered to himself, not refusing Grosser's question. After all, Ron was essentially an automatic wish-granting machine, unless you could bear the price.

"Your giant king is in the Fusak Empire. I have already told you his name. He is the eldest son of the giant king. He killed his father with his own hands and ascended to godhood after completing the ritual of becoming a god."

Before Ron could finish speaking, the gray-skinned giant suddenly froze in place, seemingly quite incredulous at the answer.

How could this happen? What kind of upheaval did the Giants' Court experience?

Although the "ascetic" Snowman had already recounted the glorious deeds of the "ancient sun god," Grosser remained optimistic about it.

This wanderer, who had been away from his homeland for thousands of years, still longed for the day he could return to his people. But now he learned that his home was gone, and the king was dead, murdered by his eldest son.

He slumped down, head bowed, and sat on the ground, no longer speaking.

"So the 'God of War' didn't betray the Giant King for his special ability, but to complete the ritual of becoming a god? That's ridiculous! What if he didn't have a father? Would he have to adopt one himself?"

Seeing this, Klein felt a sense of absurdity. He turned his head to look at the "Iceberg General" who was subconsciously staring at him, and remained silent for a long time.

"Was He just talking about the ritual of becoming a god?"

Such a secret, such hidden knowledge that only gods could know, has been revealed like this?

"He doesn't care about the value of this knowledge at all, as if he's just chatting casually, or perhaps in the realm of the gods, there's nothing left that can make such a being care."

"And then there's the omniscient and omnipotent wisdom—the deity worshipped by the Rose School in the Southern Continent—who is standing right before me."

True gods are not unfamiliar to extraordinary beings, but very few have actually seen them in person, especially in the Fifth Age, an era in which gods reside high in the astral plane.

While the other "people" here had no particular thoughts about the gods walking on earth, Edwina Edwards, who was usually quite calm no matter what major event was happening, felt incredibly shocked and deeply awe-inspiring.

This stemmed partly from the inherent influence of the gods, and partly from the fact that the seven gods turned a blind eye to this emerging faith, allowing them to erode the interests of the seven major churches in the southern continent.

"Moreover, the presence of deities on earth is something clearly only found in myths and legends, yet today it has truly happened."

As for whether this is deception or a lie, there is no one in the world who would dare to impersonate a god and be so arrogant and domineering!

She turned her head and scrutinized the seemingly aloof and eccentric adventurer once more, as if trying to see right through him.

Although Edwina didn't consider herself to be a sycophant or a woman who would do anything for knowledge, she was still filled with curiosity about Klein in this short period of time.

That is a thirst for the unknown, a desire for knowledge.

What kind of secret is this guy hiding?

"I can't believe it either, but it's probably true!"

At this moment, Klein was quite weak, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, and could only vaguely give a correct answer.

"Useless thing, I've helped you this far, how come you're not even as good as that bald-headed Dunn?"

The blond boy, who saw the interaction between the "Crazy Adventurer" and the "Iceberg General" from a different perspective, silently complained to himself, his blood pressure almost rising from his head in anger.

No one could see through the boy's high blood pressure; only two silent bursts of maniacal laughter in the small theater marked Klein's weakness.

"It seems it really isn't Amon?"

Having roughly grasped the current situation, Mobert Zoroaster relaxed his guard. He first performed a fairly standard bow, then hesitated before asking:

"Sir, may I ask why you have come here?"

"I'll get you out of here," the easygoing true god said calmly.

"Uh, why?"

"Isn't it natural for God to love the world?"

Listen to that, "God loves the world"—such a niche phrase.

The mercy, love, and greatness of the gods made everyone except Klein lower their heads in shame.

Even though the people here are more or less connected with ancient gods or great figures who are similar to gods, they have never seen any god who truly "loves the world".

God so loved the world.

Edwina was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to grasp such views and ideas.

Even the Church of Knowledge, one of the true gods, cannot claim to have universal love for its believers except for the "Lord of Storms" and the "Eternal Sun," let alone God's love for the world.

"Sigh... at least knowledge loves everyone equally, it's just that most people are unwilling to accept it."

Suddenly, the small resentment that Iceberg initially harbored towards Ron vanished completely.

Such a benevolent, loving, and great deity—who could not feel genuine respect for him?

Even the grumpy elves and the "ascetics" who lived only in their own worlds had nothing to say.

After all, the divine light was equally bestowed upon them.

"Your kindness makes me feel ashamed."

Mobert Zoroaster bowed again, expressing his sincere gratitude.

"Hey, don't let this guy fool you!"

Standing to the side, Klein was dumbfounded by everyone's reactions, looking like a gray-white sculpture.

"You always say I'm a con artist, but aren't you the same?"

"You claim to 'love' the world, but why do you always hit me for no reason? Am I not human? Am I even human?!"

"If you truly love the world, why don't you 'love' me? Just give me a million or two, I don't need more!"

The mad adventurer felt a surge of frustration. Even with his clown-like ability to control his facial muscles, he couldn't suppress the magnificent aura emanating from the boy.

Klein could answer these questions in his mind without even asking Ron.

"Hmph, that little brat will definitely say..."

Klein, a little scolding is a sign of affection; my concern for you is impeccable!

He grimaced, feeling a strange, inexplicable pain in his testicles.

Seeing that no one had any further questions, the lazy boy finally waved.

"Come with me, I'll take you out."

At this moment, a faint glow seemed to emanate from Ron's body, isolating him from the sky and the earth, from time and space, transcending everything, yet right before his eyes.

His long, golden hair, reaching past his ears, swayed in the wind, and his bright eyes seemed to reflect countless galaxies. His brows were relaxed, and a smile graced his face, just like a creator returning to see that his creation still existed.

"roar!!!"

As soon as the god lowered his hand, a violent and frenzied roar suddenly came from afar, as if it wanted to tear everything in the world apart.

The once calm snowfield storm has rekindled, with snowflakes and ice crystals being swept up and swirling in the gale. They are like knives, piercing everyone so that they dare not breathe, fearing that the cold wind will rush into their bodies and cause irreversible damage.

In an instant, everything around was buried by the storm, and a cold front rose up all around, causing the temperature of this snowfield to drop again, making it impossible for most creatures to survive here.

Yurisian, the King of the North.

A terrifying dragon, enormous in size and resembling a lizard!

Faced with the blizzard that had changed the situation to an extreme degree, the boy walking ahead paid no attention. His figure, which seemed to radiate light, was not submerged and was clearly visible in the blizzard.

He casually extended his finger, and before the terrifying dragon could reveal itself in the blizzard, an incredibly violent sound seemed to come from the highest point of the sky and the deepest part of the earth.

It is like muffled thunder, and also like a roar.

In the next moment, Ron flicked his finger, and the sky and earth suddenly flipped. The blizzard that was raging across the land changed direction in an instant and came to the dome. It seemed to have no follow-up power or environmental support, and it quickly disappeared.

Those still standing on the ground did not feel the sky and the ground flipping, as if the laws of physics here had undergone an unknowable change.

The powerful authority emanating from the gods can change the world with a wave of their hand!

"roar!!!"

Another dragon roar resounded, but this time, while it contained elements of savagery and madness, it was more of a declaration of the unknown.

The "King of the North," Yurisian, frantically flapped its wings, but the more it flapped, the faster its body sank into the sky.

The physical laws of its region have not been corrected. Once it stops flapping its wings, it will fall to its death on the ground above. But if it desperately flaps its wings, it can only go down to the bottomless sky below.

As it is not a demigod, its flight altitude must not exceed a certain limit!

Finally, amidst the utter shock of the adventurers, pirates, giants, elves, ascetics, nobles, and soldiers, the colossal dragon, which even all of them combined might not be able to defeat, landed in the palm of the hand reaching out from the sky below.

The hand was long, slender, and fair, with a smooth, jade-like texture. Klein recognized it as Ron's hand at a glance.

"Holy crap, is this some kind of exaggeration?!"

My family was stunned by your crazy adventure. So when you were brutally beating me on the Source Castle, you weren't even using your full strength?

"Phew~ Problem solved, let's go!"

Ron waved the giant dragon, no bigger than a thumb, in his hand at the people behind him. Although his expression was incredibly friendly, the majesty and arrogance hidden in his eyes made everyone afraid to look him in the eye.

A huge, illusory door slowly opened, and the young man stepped out first.

The crowd, still reeling from the sheer terror of the God of Time and Space, paused for a moment before obediently following behind like little chicks.

A thick, pitiful barrier has already separated the gods from mortals.

A flash of white light, and the originally spacious captain's cabin suddenly felt more crowded. Everyone looked at the largest giant, which made Grosser chuckle awkwardly.

"Finally back"

Upon seeing the familiar captain's cabin, Klein and Edwina exchanged a knowing glance, then turned their heads away in unison, pretending not to see each other.

At this moment, Ron, who was already sitting comfortably in the captain's cabin chair, tapped the wooden tabletop lightly with his fingers, making a soft tapping sound that attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing this, Klein's lips twitched.

"Everyone, I know you are in a hurry, but don't rush. You are trapped in the book, and the youngest of you are already over two hundred years old. If you rashly interact with time in the outside world, you will surely turn into a pile of bones."

"However, with me here, you have nothing to worry about. Sing my name and you will live forever."

Frankly, Ron could help secretly, but Lord Ron has to perform a great miracle!

Because Ron is a decent man.

"Hmph, if I don't explain all of this clearly, how can mere mortals know my greatness?"

(End of this chapter)