Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 526 Let me introduce myself, my name is Amon (4K)

Thomas stared intently at the Blood Worship Cult envoy before him with his cold blue eyes, a glint of cold light flashing in them, but he ultimately suppressed it.

"This should just be a coincidence. All mid-to-high-sequence demons are utterly inhuman madmen; you can't speculate about them using normal human thinking..."

If it weren't for the badge on Ron's chest, composed of goat horns and a pentagram, he might have suspected that someone from his tribe was deliberately testing him.

The Blood Worship Cult is a loose alliance of three major demon families, a secret organization whose main belief is the "dark side of the universe".

The badge Ron wears on his chest is a mark and symbol of the Belial family's past glory.

Although it became a vassal of the North family along with the Andrerad family hundreds of years ago, it still retains the traditions and symbols of the ancient demon family.

Since there are three major demon families, there must have been some demon followers who were not very strong throughout history.

Perhaps it's because their ancestors had some connection with high-ranking demons, or perhaps it's simply because their family has fallen into decline, or perhaps their clan has one or two demigods.

Thomas's family is a prime example, having survived from ancient times to the present day.

Thanks to certain things and secrets that their ancestors obtained in the "Abyss" in ancient times, they can be considered a force of moderate size in this era.

This has become the target of various factions within the Blood Worship Cult to win over, which is enough to show their emphasis on this ancient family.

After all, given the demon's modus operandi, if they could forcibly swallow it up, why would they send a messenger to investigate?

"The Blood Worship Cult seems to be in turmoil; something major is happening. Otherwise, why would they send a madman as an envoy?"

He carefully examined the somewhat neurotic smile of the boy in front of him, and his vigilance only increased.

Ron's abstract thinking is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Even demons don't ask their own kind the stupid question of whether they should kill their own father upon seeing them.

This will do nothing but provoke the vengeful demons!

"No, he's using his power to intimidate me, he's giving me the warning Russell was talking about!"

"Damn it, this guy's crazy!"

"If he's just a madman, that's even better. I worked so hard to prove myself and earned the opportunity to receive the envoy—wasn't this all for this moment?!"

His mind raced, his face showing no trace of gloom. Before the boy could utter any more strange words, he sarcastically remarked in unusually calm language:

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have a father and cannot do as I please as you do."

Ron was taken aback, then his beautiful golden eyes widened, seemingly surprised that he could encounter someone who would mock him wherever he went.

Look at how they say it—they insult someone without using any vulgar language, and they're even quite tactful.

"Hmm~"

The boy shook his head, did not use the opportunity to lash out, and gave an ambiguous answer.

Because he truly had no father, in a sense, what Thomas said was simply stating a fact.

What does "hmm" mean?

Thomas, with his cold blue eyes, was taken aback, seemingly not expecting the Blood Worship Cult's envoy to be so shameless.

madman!

He cursed inwardly, took a deep breath, his icy blue eyes seemed to grow even colder, and said in a firm tone:

"The Wright family will not be threatened by anyone!"

"I refuse to believe I can't enrage you this time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas stared intently at Ron, seemingly eagerly anticipating what the man would do next.

However, Ron's actions surprised him greatly, and even the cold expression he maintained on his face unconsciously turned into one of astonishment.

The boy immediately showed an interested expression, nodding repeatedly while saying that it was a freebie.

"I knew I hadn't misjudged you. I never expected the Wright family to have such integrity. You truly are the standard among demons, and a demon family that has been passed down from ancient times. Your character earns my respect!"

Ron's words would apply to any family.

but.

"You admire your mother, huh?!"

"What benchmark?! We're a demon family, do you want to hear what you're saying?"

"What kind of character do you admire? I'm mocking you, I'm provoking you, so why don't you give me some reaction?!"

The boy's unyielding attitude, as if he couldn't understand human language, left Thomas somewhat bewildered.

He gritted his teeth, gave a cold snort, turned and left, showing no respect whatsoever to the renowned Belial family.

The card room fell silent.

After a long while, the light blonde girl glanced at Ron with some surprise, pursed her lips, and said coldly:

"He's trying to provoke you."

"Hmph, you think I can't see through this little trick?"

"I not only know why he provoked me, but I also know the hidden reasons behind it. Sharon, you need to see through the surface to the essence, so that nothing can escape your eyes."

The blond boy put his hands on his hips, struck a pose that made him look incredibly cool, and said smugly.

Why?

Miss Evil's tone remained indifferent; despite being filled with curiosity, she remained unusually calm.

"Because... humph, I'm not telling you!"

The boy grunted, and seeing the female ghost's pale face twitch slightly, he slowly explained:

"It's no fun if you say it out loud too early. Sometimes being omniscient is also boring. Actually, I prefer something a little more random."

Shrugging, Ron casually strode off, preparing to head to the Wright family's residence.

"Trying to use me as a pawn is utterly foolish. Do you think I'm a idiot like Leodorus?"

The blond boy muttered to himself, and was about to turn the doorknob of the card room when he suddenly heard a cold, eerie voice behind him.

"How do you know all this?"

Even knowing Ron's identity and that this deity possessed powerful and peculiar authority, Miss Evil Spirit was still extremely curious.

Because, in previous conversations, Ron had mentioned "seeing" and "gaze" more than once.

This seems to be a fairly common term for gods, but Miss Evil has a feeling that the gaze the Seven Gods speak of is not the same as the gaze Ron speaks of.

The blond boy stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and said in an unfathomable tone:

"Nothing can escape my gaze!"

Upon hearing this, Sharon clearly believed it. Her face changed, turning even paler. As if remembering something, she immediately turned away and asked in a panic:

"Then you must be able to see through things!?"

See beyond the surface to the essence!

"Uh, this, this."

The blond boy was taken aback, then stammered and couldn't answer, only scratching his long blond hair with his right hand to cover his embarrassment.

You can actually see through things!?

Snapped! ! !

"rogue!"

In that instant, Sharon's body suddenly lost the weight of flesh and blood and floated in mid-air. Her face flushed red, and she slapped Ron hard across the face. Then, in a flash, she disappeared without a trace.

"Is it really necessary? What's so interesting about those two ounces of meat? Humans are truly incomprehensible sometimes."

In the empty card room, Ron sighed, pushed open the door, and left.

Outside the city, inside a large manor castle.

A well-dressed, middle-aged man with a goatee and blue eyes who bore a striking resemblance to Thomas asked indifferently:

"You mean the Blood Worship Cult is an envoy of the Belial family? And they even threatened to annihilate our Wright family?"

"Yes, Father."

Thomas stood respectfully in place, his arrogant demeanor completely gone from when he mocked Ron.

Killing the head of the Wright family would mean destroying the entire Wright family, wouldn't it?

That understanding is correct!

Although Thomas knew that Ron was most likely just mentally unstable at the time, he still embellished the whole story when he returned.

After all, only in this way can disputes and conflicts be stirred up, and only in this way can the entire Wright family be completely destroyed!

Thinking of this, Thomas clenched his fists so tightly that his sharp nails pierced his skin, drawing out thin streams of blood.

He was just a weakling at the ninth level of the Sequence. How easy would it be for him to avenge himself and his mother?

Even if the Wright family were to decline, it would still be beyond his reach. A single Sequence 7 or Sequence 6 expert could kill him hundreds of times over.

The demon's power filled him with despair, and its cold-bloodedness terrified him. It was like dancing on a tightrope; if he lost his footing, an abyss awaited him.

"You seem disappointed, yet excited. Are you anticipating something to happen?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's voice, still cold and indifferent, entered Thomas's ears, instantly causing his pupils to shrink to the size of pinpoints.

"Father, it's me."

click-

With a muffled groan, the sound of bones breaking rang out, and Thomas's right arm bent backward in a bizarre way, the bone protruding from the flesh, and the stench of blood instantly filled the entire room.

The middle-aged man, who was about four or five points like Thomas, showed no pity whatsoever and continued coldly:

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Or do you think you can hide your little schemes from me?"

At this point, the middle-aged man with the goatee paused, then a chilling smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he said sarcastically:

"The messenger sent by Beria is a longtime friend of mine. He doesn't have blond hair or golden eyes at all. Do you think you can fool me with just anyone?"

"I raped you, the child your mother had just given birth to, and then dismembered her in front of you. Don't you hate me, your father?"

"I thought you would be like my other children, abandoning those heavy shackles and plunging completely into the abyss, but you seem to find being human more interesting?"

The middle-aged man's tone was sinister, while Thomas grew increasingly alarmed as he listened.

Although he didn't think his plan was foolproof, he never expected that he would be manipulated by his nominal father from beginning to end.

So what did he become? A complete failure who was nothing!?

Seeing Thomas's incredulous wide eyes and sensing the undisguised despair and hatred in his heart, the middle-aged man felt even more relieved.

"You were raised by your mother, and she instilled too many useless things in you. I won't kill you; I will further enhance your strength and make you a true cold-blooded individual!"

These condescending words filled Thomas with despair. He gasped for breath, his face flushed red, and he shouted angrily:

"You devil!"

As he shouted, he pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the middle-aged man's eyes.

Even if it means death, he will not back down an inch and will not choose to become a true "demon"!

However, all of this was still too fragile for a demon. Without even using any extraordinary abilities, the well-dressed middle-aged man grabbed the dark green dagger and broke it in two with just the strength of his hand.

Damn!

Upon seeing this, the blue-eyed youth was horrified. He staggered and tried to back away, but it was to no avail.

Just as the middle-aged man's hand was about to choke Thomas, there was a knock on the living room door.

"Lord Alexei, there is a man outside the manor who claims to be an envoy of the Blood Cult. Should we let him in?"

Alexei stopped what he was doing and asked in a deep voice:

"What does he look like?"

The waiter outside the door paused for half a second, then said woodenly:

"Blonde hair, golden eyes, and handsome appearance. He said his name was Ron Sothos."

Ron Sothos?

Alexei lowered his hand and coldly glanced at Thomas, who was slumped on the ground, as the name inexplicably tugged at his mind.

"Very well, I didn't expect your accomplices to deliver themselves to my doorstep. How foolish!"

"However, this is quite interesting. Let him in; I want to see what he's here for!"

It's rare to see a clown so shameless as to try to deceive someone who is a "devil."

After whispering to the servant, the butler's expression turned visibly astonished. He stared at Ron in disbelief, as if he were looking at some utterly idiotic fool.

"Sir, this way."

However, his strong professional ethics still kept him in a forcedly respectful manner, though his gaze had shifted from respect to mockery as if he were watching a clown.

I've lived for decades, but I've never seen meat delivered to my door.

"Hey, what kind of look is that? I'm an envoy of the Blood Worship Cult!"

Ron was quite displeased with this and immediately rebuked him loudly, without any regard for the shame.

"Shut up!"

How dare this imposter be so arrogant here? Does he really think that "demons" are all pushovers?

The butler retorted irritably, completely losing the respectful demeanor he had shown when blocking the doorway.

Before long, the seemingly kind old butler led Ron to the front of an old castle.

Ron didn't waste any words, but a pleased smile appeared on his lips. Before the butler could come forward, he pushed open the heavy door and went inside.

He peeked around suspiciously, his sense of stealth palpable, but his chin was slightly raised, exuding arrogance, completely ignoring the castle owner standing a dozen meters away.

Upon seeing the boy who acted as if he were in his own home, Alexei was stunned for a moment, and almost laughed out of anger.

How dare you in front of a demigod like him?

"Kneel down!"

The middle-aged man had an imposing presence despite his lack of anger, and his words carried an air of intolerance and rejection.

However, the next second, the boy with a pleasant smile looked him over with interest, then took out a monocle made of crystal from his pocket and slowly put it on his right eye.

"Oh, surprised?"

thump!

Alexei's face turned pale, and his legs went weak, causing him to kneel on the spot.

(End of this chapter)