Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 530 The Pain of an Old Father (Part 2)

Yellow hair!!!

The moment the figure appeared before Ron, the dark silhouette formed by shadows fixed its gaze on the dazzling blond hair.

Huang Tao, Rosell Gustave, had been a master of romance for many years, but despite all his precautions, he couldn't keep up with a blond guy!

"brute!!"

"You beast!!!"

The old father's roar shook the entire secret mausoleum slightly. Perhaps because the sound was too loud, Ron leisurely turned his head, looking surprised, and said:

"Is this Jiajia's grandfather?"

grandfather!?

They already have children!?

You deserve to die!!!

Rosell Gustave stood frozen in place, his eyes, hidden in the shadows, seemed to glow red.

The body, composed of shadows, trembled, as if it had suffered a great injustice, its light and shadow shifting.

Ron, however, didn't care at all. He flashed a bright smile at Rosell, revealing his neat white teeth.

Fuck your mother!

Seeing the smug smile on the blond-haired man's face, Rosell was so angry she almost lay back down in her coffin.

However, before He could say anything, the blond-haired man spoke again:

"It's a pity that Cattleya isn't my child. Sister, you won't abandon me after you find our father, will you?"

"You've been raising your child alone for so many years, it must have been so tough for you~"

"..."

Hearing Ron's sarcastic remarks, Bernadette Gustave was speechless for a moment. She wanted to retort, but she was pinned against the wall by Ron and was powerless to do so.

What you said is all true; raising children is indeed very hard work. How come it all sounds different from what you're saying?

Roselle Gustave was even more shocked to hear this. She never expected that her beloved daughter was now a divorced single mother, and it seemed that she had been abandoned by a scumbag!

I'll fuck your mother!

The blond guy wasn't much better!

Finally, as expected, the shadowy figure seemed to have suffered a great blow, collapsing and disappearing without a trace amidst a roar.

"dad!"

Upon seeing this, Bernadette's eyes widened and her eyes reddened. She broke free from Ron's wall-pinning and ran to the place where the shadows had dissipated to carefully examine it.

Ron followed behind, casually tossing away the last tattered piece of cloth, and said indifferently:

"Don't worry, He didn't die that easily. Your father should have been reborn in the main hall by now."

As soon as the handsome young man finished speaking, the mysterious queen rushed forward like a gust of wind. Although her current location was unknown, it was still possible to deduce her location based on the route the distorted shadow had taken.

One of her legs was long, fair, and supple, while the other leg had its trousers intact, and her shoes and socks were still on. The two legs were intertwined, creating a subtle, almost distorted beauty.

Following the route and encountering several dead ends, Bernadette spotted that familiar dark figure.

Wearing a twisted black crown and radiating boundless majesty, He sat on an irregularly symmetrical throne, lost in thought, like a middle-aged or elderly person suffering from dementia.

Roselle Gustave, furious with Ron, glanced at the disheveled Bernadette and smiled helplessly:

"I never thought that the little girl who used to massage her father's back and legs would grow up one day. Come here and let Daddy see you."

His laughter was weak and pale, revealing his frailty, like a candle flickering in the wind, causing Bernadette, who had been eagerly anticipating this moment, to shed two lines of crystal tears.

"dad."

She staggered toward the Twisted Throne, wanting to get a closer look at her father, whom she had been searching for for years.

"He is not your father."

At that moment, a somewhat childish voice came from the entrance of the main hall, causing Bernadette, who was deeply moved, to stop in her tracks.

To be honest, although she longed to rush forward and throw herself into her father's arms to ask him the truth, the words of the "God of Time and Space" behind her made Bernadette's heart feel as if it had been soaked in ice water, and it began to contract violently.

Although He is very unreliable and takes pleasure in harming others, He would never do anything unnecessary.

Recalling her shared "criticism" of Ron with Cattleya, Bernadette fell into a rare silence.

Ron's methods were unconventional, but also effective. For example, the tearing of her clothes earlier. Although it was the first time a man had treated her like this, Bernadette immediately felt relieved when she thought about the woman who was even more beautiful and well-proportioned than herself.

How can gods be bound by gender? According to the logic of biology, they are already completely abnormal beings!

Ron was unaware of the mysterious queen's wild thoughts. He simply snorted dismissively, took two steps forward, tossed his head of blond hair, and then revealed a wicked smile. In front of Rosell, he put his arm around Bernadette's waist.

He tossed his hair again in a sleazy manner and said:

"Don't be sad, you still have me. Tonight I'll take you for a bike ride around town~"

In an instant, the heavy, almost tangible air pressure inside the mausoleum dropped again, causing cracks to appear on the mausoleum floor.

"You beast!!! Stay away from my daughter!!!"

Russell Gustav's roar rang out again, completely different from his tone when he and his daughter met before; it was filled with boundless rage.

His eyes, hidden in the shadows, were fixed on Ron, as if he wanted to remember this blond-haired man and settle scores with him one day after his resurrection.

"Look, this is your father."

Despite the threat from the criminal gang, the blond boy's hand didn't tremble. Instead, he provocatively scratched Bernadette's lower abdomen, causing Russell Gustav's blood pressure to spike again.

"roll!!!"

With a wave of his hand, he seemed to want to distort space and drive the blond-haired man out of the mausoleum.

The shadow of order descended, like layers upon layers of black waves, rapidly distorting everything around Ron, causing his spatial coordinates, position, and other concepts to fundamentally shift.

However, in the next second...

"The witch's taste is really good," Ron said with a sigh.

Although Bernadette couldn't understand the Chinese, Russell, who was so angry with Ron that he was jumping up and down, clearly understood it.

The shadowy body suddenly began to bubble and gurgle, its spatial distortion abruptly halting, as if it were a duck being held by the groin.

Despite being subjected to extreme provocation, he was helpless against the blond-haired man in front of him.

Damn it, how did someone like that manage to date my daughter?!

"Leave! Don't come back!"

Although Ron's provocation restored some of his sanity and allowed him to briefly escape the entanglement of madness and his other personality, Roselle still managed to speak with difficulty, attempting to drive the two out of the mausoleum to prevent them from being corrupted by the "Fallen Mother Goddess."

The blond guy didn't care, the main thing was not to drag his daughter into it.

Seeing her elderly father in such a state, Bernadette's eyes welled up with tears again, and she spoke in a trembling voice:

"dad!"

"What are you doing?"

Ron answered first, and his rude remarks infuriated Russell, but also restored his composure.

You actually made my daughter call you, this blond-haired dad?!

Huang Tao. Russell Gustav's ideas are quite filthy, even worse than those of petty scoundrels.

Upon hearing this, He immediately exploded, about to unleash a torrent of abuse at Ron's nose, when he saw the young man before him remain completely unfazed, clicking his tongue and saying:

"Oh my~ This diary is quite interesting, the Champagne Earl is quite interesting, and the masquerade ball is even more interesting."

Are you threatening me?!

You're definitely threatening me!

Rosell's face turned green; his face, hidden in the shadows, perfectly matched the twisted features of the "Black Emperor."

Faced with this stubborn, unyielding yellow-haired man, even the mighty Emperor Roselle was somewhat at a loss.

At this moment, the interior of the mausoleum was eerily quiet.

After a long while, Russell Gustave sighed:

"Bernarde, you should leave here first. I have something to talk to this guy about."

He emphasized the word "speak properly".

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Bernadette remained silent, pursing her lips and looking at Ron with hopeful eyes, without saying a word.

You're still looking at him?!

Seeing his daughter gazing affectionately at the blond-haired man, Rosell, the old father, felt as if his cotton-padded coat was letting in the wind, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stretched out his palm and activated the distortion, twisting Bernadette's spatial position to the edge of the island. When he saw the little cotton-padded jacket disappear, Roselle looked at Ron with an unfriendly gaze, as if to say that if he couldn't explain it well, he wouldn't leave him with a whole corpse.

The atmosphere became extremely tense for a moment.

However, upon seeing the disgruntled expression on the blond-haired man's face, Rosell couldn't contain himself and tentatively asked in Chinese:

"You're a time traveler too?"

"Hmm, remove the word 'also'."

The blond boy nodded and hummed in Chinese, which made Rosell both love and hate him. He pondered for a moment, as if he had remembered something, and pointed at Ron, mocking him:

"It seems you don't know the truth about the world, nor do you know the 'secret' of our time travel."

"You haven't seen my diary? You didn't choose the three paths: 'Seer,' 'Thief,' or 'Apprentice'?"

"You're so stupid, hahaha."

He relentlessly pointed at Ron and mocked him, as if to retaliate against the boy in this way. However, Ron didn't even raise an eyebrow in the face of such clumsy mockery, which made Russell Gustav feel bored.

"Pay attention to my word choice. Removing the word 'also' means that you are not a time traveler, but I am."

ha?

Upon hearing this, Russell Gustav was taken aback, and his gaze towards Ron softened involuntarily.

The poor kid still hasn't figured out the truth about "time travel".

At this moment, He hesitated whether to reveal the buried history to Ron, but as He thought about it, He sensed something was wrong.

"We all use Chinese, so why do you say I'm not a time traveler, but you are?"

A flurry of thoughts raced through his mind, and Rosell looked at Ron with a bewildered expression.

Seemingly seeing through Rosell's question, Ron Sothos crossed his arms and said coldly:

"Of course, you have to rely on yourself to travel through time. I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. Even if I explained it, you wouldn't understand."

"How could someone as filthy as you possibly understand my greatness?"

Can you please not speak so rudely?

Russell Gustav smirked and continued, "..."

"Since you're not from this world, why do you speak Chinese? Are you like the male protagonist in a time-travel novel, with a system or some kind of cheat code?"

Clearly, the in-between Emperor Roselle did not recommend teasing Ron.

But the next second, the blond boy's answer made him freeze in place.

"Hmph, didn't your diary record your research into extraordinary methods?"

"Didn't it record two characteristics that were incompatible with this world, which were more like the embodiment of extraordinary powers than extraordinary characteristics?"

"Who do you think they came from?"

"Why do you think you regained consciousness when I arrived?"

grass!!!

As soon as he finished speaking, Russell Gustav was startled, feeling a chill creep up his spine to his brain.

This wasn't as eloquent and convincing as Ron claimed; it wasn't that he, Roselle, was inherently timid. Rather, after Ron revealed the truth, he seemed to have developed an extremely strange connection with the boy before him.

This bizarre phenomenon of being connected simply by knowing about someone silently reveals the extremely high status of the person before us.

He had no doubt that if he hadn't possessed the level of a true god, he, who knew such a secret, would probably have long since turned into a lump of rotten flesh.

Take care! Bye-bye! Never see you again!

Roselle Gustav took two steps back from the throne, clearly terrified by the "Fallen Mother Goddess." Giving birth to a child was already difficult enough; if another man came, even Roselle, a veteran of many battles, would most likely be knocked to the ground.

"Ha, coward."

Seeing this, Ron scoffed, then glared at the twisted shadow that seemed to be trying to escape.

He took this opportunity to add:

"Don't worry, I am an absolute mortal enemy of the 'Fallen Mother Goddess,' and I will not harm you. Your daughter has already paid a sufficient price for me to rescue you."

"It's something extremely precious, something she cherishes deeply, something she simply cannot give to anyone."

"thing!"

A moment of silence fell over the mausoleum, followed by a heart-wrenching roar:

"Fuck your mother!!!"

"What did you do to my Bernadette? She didn't even have a boyfriend when I died!!!"

The doting father rushed forward, grabbed Ron by the collar and shook him violently, but the blond boy was unmoved. He merely curled the corners of his lips and calmly said:

"What makes you think Bonova isn't a contender?"

!!!

"You...you...you..."

Roselle, his mind filled with yellow and violent thoughts, stared blankly at Ron, so angry that he almost ground his back teeth to powder. He pointed a finger at Ron, and if the boy's strength wasn't equal to his own, he probably would have already strangled this blond-haired kid.

After a long pause, the legendary Julius Caesar, a protagonist of the previous era, suddenly sat down on the ground with a dejected look on his face and said in a low voice:

"You can also pay on delivery; it's not like I can't."

As soon as he said that, Ron's expression changed.

Even though the omniscient and all-seeing wisdom had overestimated Roselle's freakishness, it didn't expect this guy to be this freakish.

The little fish took a deep breath and pretended to be very serious, saying:

"Your daughter and son obtained this opportunity through some help and the wishing lamp. Of course, Bernadette contributed the most, so you should thank her or apologize to her."

"Even though you're a scumbag, all your creative inventions are shameless plagiarisms, and your plagiarized poems and songs are utterly shameless, to the point that later 'time travelers' had no way to survive and could only sell bicycles as an entrepreneur, I still think..."

"You're still a scumbag."

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(End of this chapter)