Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 525 Doing bad things and being immoral are two different concepts

After that, having gained no useful information from the "Ancient Sun God," Ron nodded in a perfunctory manner and offered words of comfort:

"Sigh, it's obvious you're quite a failure."

The half-shafted "Ancient Sun God" didn't respond. Since he messed up two months ago, his state of mind was frighteningly calm.

Laugh all you want, the gentle breeze caresses the mountain ridge.

Just bear everything.

Having been turned from a strategist into a pawn, He has clearly suffered many setbacks during this period.

I originally thought that these "pillars" and "the past" were just less rational and abnormally crazy, and it was hard to say that they were capable of making ingenious plans and achieving dark and unseen schemes.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be all old, shady coins. They seemed to have completely seen through the petty calculations of human nature, like the moon before one's eyes, which could be held and played with at will.

Especially this guy in front of me, he's very good at removing the masks and subconscious psychological disguises from other people's faces.

Looking at the silent stone slab before him, Ron snapped his fingers and said regretfully:

"Looks like I made a wasted trip."

He straightened his wrinkled clothes, then took off the sunglasses that were perched on his head, whistled, and swayed his ponytail as he pushed open the door and went out.

My return to tease Sharon and check if there were any clues about the "Shadow World" at the "Bound God" site was just a side effect.

Ron's real purpose was to have a chat with the "Ancient Sun God".

"Given the abilities of the Deathly Deception, it's normal that I can't glimpse parts of the future. If I could see it completely, I would suspect that He is using 'deception' to confuse my judgment."

"However, the appearance of the Elf King is indeed quite strange according to the course of history, and I also have an instinctive sense of crisis regarding certain events."

Before its demise, even after traveling for so long and visiting incredible places, the great and boundless wisdom never felt any sense of crisis.

The implications are self-evident; it represents extreme danger, and if not handled properly, it could lead to complete annihilation.

This put Ron in a very difficult position, unable to advance or retreat, leaving him with no choice but to reluctantly take the risk.

"Hmph, should I ask Master Moretti to do a divination for me?"

As Ron muttered a joke, he was about to close the villa door and leave when he suddenly saw a ghostly figure appear on the lawn.

I have to say, seeing this in the middle of the night is actually quite scary.

I promise you.

"Just say yes or no. Anyone who didn't know better would think I forced you to do something."

Ron thought to himself, but outwardly maintained his haughty brat demeanor, snorting as he said:

Why?

Upon hearing this, Sharon did not reply, but simply floated in mid-air as usual, her demeanor terrifyingly cold.

"You can't exactly say, 'My teacher taught me about freedom in love and excluded all my competitors,' can you?"

Her expression remained unchanged; she stood frozen for half a minute before stubbornly saying:

"The God who saves faith."

"Hmph, I didn't realize you were so good at talking nonsense."

Ron scoffed dismissively and, without a word, grabbed the illusory arm of the evil spirit. The scene before his eyes rapidly changed, the white becoming whiter and the red becoming redder, like a vividly colored oil painting.

The next second, the boy's figure suddenly disappeared and entered the long-lost spirit world.

The spirit world and the real world completely overlapped, but there was no distinction between up, down, left, or right. Ron looked around and, from his peculiar perspective, saw countless tiny threads spreading across the deep red stars.

The Law of Convergence of Extraordinary Characteristics!

This law is also known as the "body part" aggregation law by Ron. Although these faint, hidden, and even nearly imperceptible "crimson stars" are too far apart to have any effect, the aggregation effect still exists.

Just like how each time an extraordinary person digests a magic potion, they can witness this magical scene in some peculiar spiritual world.

Among the crimson stars before him were Ron's own, the dead's, and the narcissist's. The blond boy took off his sunglasses and carefully distinguished them, his golden pupils narrowing slightly as if he had locked onto a target.

He did not let go, and crossed the raging sea within the spirit realm, arriving in an instant at a large city with relatively intact buildings.

For the Southern Continent, intact buildings meant they were untouched by war, and judging from the Rose School's previous arrogant attitude, this town did not seem to be within their sphere of influence.

However, this is indeed the case.

The Northern State, Hensley City, is located near the border of West Baron, forming a triangular terrain with Caesar Port and Berens Port. It is one of the colonies of the Northern Continent.

Although Lord Ron's fight against the Seven Gods may seem like a father beating his son, the forces under both sides are constantly clashing, and small-scale battles break out every now and then.

Gods are gods, and power is power. Even Ron wouldn't have the face to bully those little ants from the Church of the Seven Gods and the countries of the Northern Continent.

"This place looks alright; there shouldn't be any danger."

The boy emerged from his hiding place, then looked at the somewhat dazed Miss Evil beside him, and confidently smiled, a smile as beautiful as a blooming golden sunflower.

However, before he could finish speaking, a piercing whistling sound came from above.

A black, iron-colored shell fell from the sky, heading straight for the blond boy's head.

"Watch out, get out of the way!"

boom-

Just at this critical moment, just as the blond boy was about to be blown to bits by the shell, a gunshot suddenly rang out from a corner of the street.

The person hidden in the shadows moved so fast, as if they had been prepared, that they pulled the trigger.

Sparks flew as the bullet traced a perfect arc through the air, but instead of heading straight for the cannonball in mid-air, it maliciously aimed at the boy's golden eyes.

They pretend to be doing it for your own good, but in reality they're launching a sneak attack, which makes Ron a little frustrated and wonder if he's come to the wrong place.

Are you a "demon" or a "fortune teller"?

"Die, die! When you die, I'll gouge your eyes out. They're so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful!!!"

The figure hidden in the corner screamed hoarsely, like an old pervert, constantly scrutinizing the boy's handsome face and his extremely peculiar golden eyes with a savage gaze.

His eyes were cold, his expression crazed, as if killing a stranger who appeared out of nowhere was perfectly justified.

He only needs to kill one more person to complete the ritual and qualify for promotion to the fifth rank, "Apostle of Desire".

People are always so foolish. War-torn areas are the perfect environment for serial killings because it's impossible to tell whether the attack comes from the enemy or from some other situation.

This is the perfect crime; it will leave absolutely no trace!

"If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck. You just happened to appear in my 'hunting ground,' just happened to be within the range of the Rose School's air raid, just happened to be hit on the head by a shell, and just happened to be so perfectly shaped."

Yes, that's perfect!

Although he didn't know why there were so many coincidences, it didn't stop this idealistic and ambitious young demon from noticing Ron immediately and seizing the opportunity to commit a perfect crime.

Die, die, die!!!

He roared with rage in his heart, but soon realized something was wrong.

One second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds passed, the bullets continued to arc through the air, the shells continued to fall heavily, but the boy who seemed so close suddenly disappeared, as if his speed had suddenly reached its peak.

No, that's not right. It's not that he got faster, it's that I got slower.

Suddenly, a familiar, slightly immature boy's voice came from behind.

"It's quite a coincidence, isn't it? I was just taking a nap and someone brought me a pillow. Don't worry, I'll take care of your wife and children."

In an instant, endless fear and countless malicious thoughts filled the demon's mind, following the premonition of danger.

"No!"

boom!

The young demon prodigy, whose name Ron had never even heard of, suddenly swelled up and exploded into a cloud of blood mist. It was unclear whether this explosion was due to immense pressure or Ron's angry words.

The gold was instantly stained with blood, and Ron's entire body was covered in a bloody crimson, adding an eerie feel to his overall aura.

Ding ding ding ding

A metal badge, reflecting a blinding light, fell to the corner of a wall on the street, making a series of crisp sounds.

The boy stepped forward, picked it up, and wiped it clean. He saw that the medal had a pair of ram horns with mysterious patterns on it, and below the ram horns was an abstract pentagram pattern in purple and black.

Ron casually hung it on his blood-stained clothes, a neurotic smile spreading across his lips. He looked like an extremely dangerous scumbag, more devilish than a demon, more devilish than a devil.

A crisp snap of fingers echoed through the void, and the flow of time instantly returned to normal. Only then did Sharon realize what had happened, her azure eyes staring at Ron as if she had seen a ghost.

"Hey Sharon, this is pure Hellfire, a perfect match for you!"

Upon hearing this, even though she had already advanced to become a demigod, Miss Evil Spirit couldn't help but feel a wave of dizziness.

Who's your perfect match?!

You're not ashamed, but I am!

To be honest, she somewhat regretted listening to her teacher's encouragement and coming here with Ron.

What about striking first, fierce competition, and free love?

Her hopes were dashed in an instant by the boy in front of her.

Miss Evil originally planned to come to South Road with the boy and start investigating the "Bound God" and "Demon" from the outermost layer, while also confiding in each other and increasing the frequency of communication.

Ron started off being so freakish, who could stand that?

To be frank, she's still a bit confused.

"What's this? What's going on? What are you doing?"

Sharon simply felt as if she had entered the spirit world, then arrived in this unfamiliar city, and then the boy in front of her suddenly killed a demon and went mad there.

How did He know there was a demon here? How did He know the demon would attack Him instead of fleeing in terror?

A fleeting thought of doubt crossed her mind. She opened her mouth to ask a question when she saw a flash of blood-red light from the "Demon Badge" on Ron's chest, projecting a message.

[Iris Tavern, 3 PM, second-floor card room.]

"Are you the messenger of the Blood Worship Cult?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

The blond-haired boy with bright red dye grasped the hand of the young man in front of him, just like those politicians who come to comfort the wealthy. He exuded an extremely approachable aura, which was somewhat intimidating.

Miss Evil Spirit watched this scene expressionlessly, but a sense of absurdity lingered in her heart.

"Which eye of yours saw that He was an emissary of the Blood Worship Cult?"

Although Sharon wanted to suppress the churning emotions in her heart, Ron's audacious behavior made it difficult for her to maintain her aloof demeanor.

However, based on the logical sequence of events, she was able to piece together some clues.

"Did He somehow learn of the whereabouts of a 'Blood Cult' demon, so He suddenly appeared, killed the demon, took His identity, and infiltrated this unknown organization?"

"There are too many loopholes here. First of all, how did he know the contact person didn't recognize this envoy? You didn't even bother with disguise. And why would a Blood Worship Cult envoy be covered in blood? Demons may be cruel and brutal, but they wouldn't use such an appearance."

Although the young man who made the contact was somewhat surprised, he didn't think much of it. After all, according to the public's preconceived notions, wasn't the devil just like the seemingly refined but depraved young man in front of him?

According to the information, there should have been one messenger, but why are there two now?

He looked at Sharon thoughtfully, but didn't interfere.

"Sir, you can call me Thomas. I am the leader of this group. Please feel free to ask if you need anything. The elders will not arrive until tomorrow. I'm sorry, you will have to wait a little longer."

"Okay, I understand."

The blond youth curled his lips into a smile that was both handsome and alluring. Before the man who called himself Thomas could finish his sentence, he interrupted, asking very politely:

"Mr. Thomas, you appear to be a criminal?"

"Uh, yes!" Thomas, who had a refined appearance but a brownish complexion, was taken aback, seemingly surprised that this Blood Worship Cult envoy, whom even the family elders were wary of, was actually talking to him.

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

Ron grinned, revealing eight teeth, and asked.

"I've killed more than a dozen people."

The young man receiving the receptionist's facial muscles shifted, deliberately adopting a fierce expression, seemingly unwilling to be outmatched in front of this genuine demon.

Seeing this, the blond boy nodded in satisfaction, then asked with a puzzled look:

"And what about yesterday?"

???

What? Yesterday?

Thomas was stunned, then his heart pounded, but before he could react, he saw the "messenger" chuckle and whisper:

"Do you want to kill your father?"

What kind of outrageous words are these? You don't seem to be faking it at all, do you?

Miss Evil, standing behind Ron, was completely dumbfounded. Even though she knew Ron's background, she still couldn't help but mutter to herself.

You're instigating fathers and sons to kill each other, are you really not an evil god?

Upon hearing this, Thomas's expression changed drastically, showing a mixture of surprise and delight for a moment. Then, as if realizing something, his face turned extremely ugly.

Please don't make such a joke!

(End of this chapter)