Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 524 Who exactly is plotting against Master Ron? (Part 2, 4.3K)

"boring."

"You are a complete bastard."

Under the bright light of the gas wall lamp, the pale-faced, delicate, sharp-tongued, and arrogant doll girl surprisingly rolled her eyes.

Although her tone was cold and indifferent, Ron, with his thick skin, managed to hear her silent adoration for him and her longing for the kindness and goodness of a great being.

Seeing Ron's expression of enjoyment, Sharon was slightly surprised, as if she had never seen such a shameless person before.

Before Ron could gloat for even a few seconds, she spoke again in a completely emotionless voice:

"You and your girlfriend are doing well at sea, so why did you come back to find me?"

???

These words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving the small fry stunned on the spot.

The puppet's words were laced with a hint of hostility, suggesting she was extremely dissatisfied with Ron's behind-the-scenes actions.

They dare to sneak around without even confirming their relationship today.

Once we confirm our relationship tomorrow, we'll be able to be open about it!

"How did you know?!" Ron's handsome face showed utter astonishment.

Holy crap, who's betraying me?

Amon? The bearded man? Or Medici?

"My teacher told me that."

Sharon said calmly, completely disregarding the boy who was just centimeters away.

"Your teacher? How could your teacher...?"

As Ron finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and immediately felt betrayed by Mr. Fool.

Klein, Klein, I trusted you so much, and you betrayed me behind my back?!

You despicable scoundrel, you dog!

Ron didn't need to think too much about the specifics. He had tried to imitate Renette Tinicol's stuttering, and although he eventually framed Amon for it, his method was far too crude.

So, given the chance, Renette Tinicol would definitely ask Klein about me, and I had just finished showing off at that time...

Upon thinking of this, the blond boy's face immediately scrunched up, looking incredibly distressed.

He could already picture that bastard Klein, in order to please his messenger, would put on a despicable, obsequious expression and sell himself out completely.

It's all retribution, retribution!

That being said, Lord Ron also had his own difficulties. The young man pursed his lips, made a troubled expression, and said in a low voice:

"Sharon, as a deity, I also have my own difficulties."

His expression held a sadness tinged with sorrow, a sorrow tinged with timidity, and a timidity tinged with helplessness.

'Does He truly have some difficulty, or some unspeakable hardship...?'

Seeing the deity before her reveal a vulnerability she had never shown before, Miss Puppet's heart softened.

However, in the next second...

"As a deity, I love everyone equally. Please don't be deceived by appearances!"

How could I believe he had a reason for his predicament?!

Upon hearing this, even the abstinent puppet couldn't help but distort his face, almost laughing out of anger at Ron's shamelessness.

"Oh, so you 'love' men too?" she asked sarcastically.

"No, I only have selective 'love'!"

Selectivity my ass! You only choose pretty girls, huh?!

What a scumbag!!!

"Ha, Ron, you're shameless! Has no one ever told you that you'll never find a wife like this?"

Sharon's pale face showed annoyance as she sarcastically retorted while struggling to break free of her embrace.

You guys don't all know each other behind the scenes, do you?

Upon hearing this, the boy felt a mix of emotions. His golden eyes were fixed on the evil spirit's pale, delicate face, and he kissed it with a soft "pop."

Miss Evil's lips were cool and tasteless, like ice cubes, constantly providing a strange stimulation.

Demon wolves have their advantages, young girls have their advantages, and female ghosts have their advantages.

Anyway, Ron wouldn't look down on this guy he thought highly of; otherwise, he wouldn't have flirted with him in the first place.

Sharon's body struggled even more violently, desperately resisting the malicious invasion.

However, the moment Miss Evil's desire was aroused, Ron crumbled at the slightest touch, drawing a thin, crystalline line of water between the two.

You bastard!

Feeling the burning heat on her body and the blush on her face, as well as the slight tremor in her mind caused by desire, the ascetic female ghost's breathing became a little heavier.

"go out!"

She said angrily, and kept pushing the boy's body with her palm.

Ron offered no resistance, moved swiftly, and even closed the door with a smile, locking it from the outside as well.

This smooth and effortless maneuver only fueled Sharon's anger, causing her to grit her teeth.

Damn it, weren't you being so proactive just now? Why are you chickening out now?!

You, you, move!

The door clicked shut and locked from the inside. A certain expectation in her heart was completely dashed. Sharon, with her exquisite appearance and doll-like features, stood there stunned.

To be honest, she's feeling conflicted right now. After spending so much time with Ron, she thinks this seemingly infuriating young man is a good person, no, a good god.

Everything we do is just, and everything we say is the truth.

Although the man was shameless, it didn't stop the puppet lady, who was often teased by him, from having certain stimulating, ambiguous, and uncontrollable desires and expectations.

"Teacher, what should I do?"

Suddenly, Miss Evil sighed deeply and muttered something to herself.

A figure emerged from the spirit realm, seemingly having watched the spectacle for quite some time.

Renette Tinicol glanced at her student with her eight scarlet eyes, then stammered:

"Overlord, hard, up, bow, raw dough, bake, become, bread."

After saying that, she added another sentence.

"That's what Rose, Ser, said."

Sharon's face stiffened slightly upon hearing this, staring incredulously at the teacher who had raised her.

What a terrible idea! Teacher, you didn't take that guy's money, did you?!

"But He, He, He already has someone he likes. If I go, wouldn't I become a mistress who breaks up a family?!"

Clearly, Miss Evil's moral standards are much higher than Ron's. Although she has many expectations, she still adheres to her bottom line.

Renette Tinicol shook the head in her hand nonchalantly and continued, enunciating each word clearly:

"If you're not married, that doesn't count."

Does this work too?

Sharon turned her head, her face expressionless, but her eyes held a complex emotion as if she had seen a ghost.

She hesitated again and again, but finally asked in a slightly hesitant tone:

"Teacher, why do I always feel like you're hoping I'll marry into your family...?"

"He is very rich!"

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After his intimate interaction with the evil spirit, Ron went down the stairs to the first floor.

His invitation to Sharon was not just empty talk; he was actually quite looking forward to taking the two of them, master and disciple, to the Southern Continent to search for traces of the "Bound God."

The Abyss had been destroyed by Lord Ron a few days ago, but the "Shadow World" was nowhere to be found. So, in order to increase the chances of success, he planned to make good use of the Law of Convergence.

Since aggregations outside of this path are beyond Ron's control, he can only create conditions so that when the aggregations begin to interfere with fate, Ron will be able to see the whole picture.

"I wonder if I'll ever come back."

The boy smoothed his long, golden hair that reached past his ears, looked up at the second floor, then looked away and picked up a piece of paper to examine it closely.

This is a letter that Habakak just delivered. Ron doesn't even need to open it; just by looking at its thickness, he knows who sent it.

I have already set sail to search for that island based on the clues you provided. This time, I've also sent several less important diary entries, hoping they might contain further clues.

Unpacking the thick envelope, the blond boy casually flipped through a couple of pages of the diary inside, and predictably curled his lip in disapproval.

Russell's diary, which contained nothing but straw men, only straw men, boosted Ron's confidence, making him feel that his mental state and moral standards had been greatly improved.

"Tch~ Who keeps a diary anyway?"

He grunted, put Bernadette's letter aside, and prepared to ask for help for her again when she found her father.

"Hmm~ I remember that the Black Emperor's uniqueness and special characteristics seem to be in the hands of the Loen royal family. We can have Roselle gather them over, and I can take them to complete the Genie. This will increase our chances of winning. Even if we can't beat the Dead Ghost, we can use it to block bullets and take a few more hits, right?"

"Tsk, this script is so similar to the Soren family of Intis. This seems to reduce the difficulty for Audrey a lot."

Ron was quite supportive of the noble lady's dream; after all, what's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?

What he hates most are guys who do nothing all day and just lie on the sofa and slack off!

"Hey, isn't this my great God of Time and Space? You've grown taller!"

"If you weren't lying on that conspicuous sofa, I wouldn't even see you."

Just as the young man was thinking about lewd things, an untimely and extremely annoying female voice came from outside the door.

Without even looking up, the boy knew whose voice it was.

"Hmph, Medici, you should call me master. I've been out working for so long, can't I even relax a bit after coming back?"

However, the red-haired woman walking towards them scoffed disdainfully:

"Busy? Are you busy dating, busy having a scandal with Roselle's eldest daughter, or busy with the extremely high-profile killing of the King of the Five Seas?"

"Oh, I see. You're not like a puppy in heat, just venting your pent-up energy everywhere, are you?"

As he spoke, he thrust his hips forward, clearly mocking Ron for his attempts to seduce Miss Evil, only to be rejected each time.

Damn it, after two months, this guy's mouth has become so venomous.

The blond boy smirked, sizing up the red angel before letting out a disdainful snort and a mocking laugh:

"Didn't someone say they wanted to go solo? Why are they still working like a dog for someone else?"

"The characteristics within you weren't personally bestowed upon you by your master, were they? This is Sequence Two, how generous."

Damn it, how come his mouth is still so venomous?!

"Don't hit someone in the face, don't insult someone by revealing their shortcomings." The War Angel was so angry that her chest heaved, and she pointed at Ron, her body surrounded by black flames.

However, in the end, He suppressed His anger and forced a smile onto His aloof yet arrogant face:

"I didn't expect that your foul mouth could still have such a pleasant way of speaking."

"Same to you."

"Go, I want to get a midnight snack!"

Seeing the boy's arrogant and domineering attitude, the War Angel, who was an excellent cook, could no longer tolerate it and angrily said:

"Hmph, don't you dare eat yourself to death tonight."

After spouting a defiant remark, Medici quickly scurried off to the kitchen, selectively ignoring Ron's warm, spring-like smile.

Just as the lobby on the first floor fell silent, a very disdainful voice came from the doorway.

"Hey, what are you doing back here?"

The Time Angel, holding the stone slab, looked at Ron in astonishment. The pleasant smile on his face instantly turned into an expression of disgust, as if he had seen shit.

Hearing this, Ron didn't hold back and said rather rudely:

"Have you eaten shit? How dare you speak so rudely?"

Who's really saying the nasty thing?

Amon pushed up his monocle, which was made of crystal, and felt that familiar feeling of putting on a hat had returned.

This bastard is even more inhuman than Him, having unwittingly pinned countless blames on Him, yet due to His inherent evil nature, no one believes Him to be innocent.

If He had truly done these things, it would have been fine; the Angel of Time would have shamelessly admitted it and thoroughly enjoyed the reactions of others. But the thought that He was merely a scapegoat only made things worse...

Time made Him angry!

I only did one bad thing, but you insist I did two. Aren't you bullying an honest person?!

Only those who have wronged you know how wronged you are. Amon has never longed for fairness and justice more than this in his life.

"I didn't have a choice before, but now I just want to be a good person."

Wearing a pointed wizard's hat and a classic wizard's robe, Amon tossed the stone tablet in his hand onto the sofa and walked away without looking back.

Before leaving, he even spat on the doormat.

Ugh, what a terrible day!

Having no time to pay attention to the strange Time Angels, Ron immediately sat up straight upon seeing the main figure arrive, his eyes fixed on the blasphemous stone tablet before him.

The boy pursed his lips and suddenly asked:

Do you think the Elf King statue is a trap?

"I can't give you an answer because I don't know either. Chronologically, you should know more than I do."

"Moreover, due to the infighting among the three of you, the seal on the Western Continent was quite perfected in the Second Era. Even the Primordial Era, which had already begun to recover at that time, was unable to break the seal and find any loopholes."

"So, the Elf King is very strange, but unfortunately, when I began to suspect him, he had already been dead for decades or even centuries. Moreover, due to the Primal Resurrection, I have never been able to investigate in detail. I have only sent believers to guard the sealed border of the Western Continent."

The blond boy nodded, then hesitated and said:

"Although I am very reluctant to bring up that old story, the seal on the 'Lord of Mysteries' cannot possibly have gone wrong, especially at that particular time."

After all, it was sealed by the "original" aggregate monster right in front of him, how could a volatile ancient god find a loophole?

Ron wouldn't believe a second that there's nothing wrong here.

Although it verbally expressed no concern about its own source essence, so much time had passed without it responding to its master's call or leaving any trace, and it was unclear what had happened.

Especially in the Fifth Era, when other source materials were more or less emerging, Ron felt that something was amiss.

Combined with the night the White Agate captured the fish-man, what exactly was it that made him feel a sense of danger?

"First, let's rule out the fishman who can be defeated with a single punch. That leaves only the ocean and anything related to the Elf King."

(End of this chapter)