Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 532 Roselle, let us read your diary!

For a normal person with past life experiences, pretending to be humble is undoubtedly a major tactic in social practice.

Even the most powerful emperors who dominated an era could not escape the cunning and desire for power inherent in human nature.

There's no other reason than that Ron gave them far too much.

Frankly speaking, if this were Ron, let alone pretending to be a grandson or acknowledging a godfather, even if he wanted to become sworn brothers, he would only coldly ask:

"Are you worthy?"

This may be the last bit of restraint a young man retains as a great being.

The "Fool" made no significant move, continuing to feign concern as he asked:

"So you admit it?"

"I didn't admit it, it's an eyesore."

The boy shook his head, looking disgusted.

"However, I have given His honorific name to you; I am now only to give you some basic information..."

To avoid being so frightened by Roselle's sudden appearance that you wet yourself...

Ron silently added the second half of the sentence in his mind, and then he didn't stay any longer, just waved to indicate that he would see him in the afternoon.

They were dismissed so easily this time?

Seeing this, "Fool" Klein was overjoyed and, with a rather cheeky yet delighted tone, said:

"Thank you, Ron. I'm truly grateful!"

The handsome young man paused, his eyes, filled with authority and arrogance, sweeping over Klein, and he sneered:

"There's sincerity in it, but not much genuine feeling."

As he spoke, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together repeatedly, the implication being extremely clear.

Get lost!

Klein, the "Fool," twitched his face and quickly waved his hand to sever Ron's crimson star, kicking the guy who demanded kickbacks out of the righteous "Tarot Club."

Having barely paid off a third of his heavy debt, he didn't want to add anything more, otherwise he really would have no choice but to sell his ass to provide emotional support to kids to pay off his debts.

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Inside the secret mausoleum.

"Roselle Gustav, open your eyes."

In a hazy, drowsy state, it seemed as if a voice was calling my name.

At one moment, Russell Gustav, like a drowning man struggling desperately, suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath. But before he could even begin to look around, he heard a slightly immature boy's voice say:

"Relax, it's normal to feel dizzy, because you've become a girl now..."

Rosell was startled, her heart leaping into her throat. She hurriedly reached out and frantically groped her crotch.

"Phew, it's still there, it's still there..."

This is a family heirloom; it would be better to let it die than lose it.

Seeing this, Ron, leaning against the stone pillar supporting the mausoleum, asked with a smile:

"How is it? Does it feel different than before? I wouldn't normally do this for most people."

His words carried a hint of arrogance and absolute confidence in his powerful authority.

In other words, it means...

How about that? Aren't I awesome?

Russell closed his eyes, checked his physical condition, and then suddenly opened them, giving Ron a thumbs up.

"Awesome! A single 6."

The manifestation of this power, which grants any thing a possibility, is not unique, but it is certainly troublesome, disgusting, and shameless.

It is even more bizarre and difficult to deal with than the omniscient and omnipotent "whatever he says will come true".

After all, even someone as powerful as the "Omniscient and Omnipotent One" can only influence the "present" and change the "future." As for the realm of the "past," perhaps only the "Lord of Mysteries" can access it.

"Isn't this a perfect example of 'when heaven closes all doors, one door closes,'"

Upon his reawakening and return to the "Knowledge Emperor" level of Sequence One, Russell Gustav exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

After all, switching routes was something we had no choice but to do in the first place, so it's best not to do it if we can avoid it.

Leaving aside the corruption of the "fallen Mother Goddess" who tormented Him to the point of wanting to die, the sheer burden that the blatant path brought to His own spirit had already pushed Him to the limit.

If Roselle's anchors hadn't been stable enough and numerous enough, he probably would have long since lost control of his resurrection instincts, and his aggregated nature would have turned him into a true god who had gone out of control and gone mad.

At that time, let alone the Seven Gods, even evil gods like the "Primordial Witch" would probably not be able to tolerate Him.

However, it seems that certain conditions must be met to activate this authority. For example, the final result must appear first, just as He just gave me the characteristics of the "Knowledge Emperor" and told me to forcibly accept them.

"With this fulcrum, my past becomes potentially leveraged, presenting two different paths: one is a change of course, and the other is an inexplicable, illusory possibility. However, when the final outcome is achieved, the inexplicable seems to transform into a vague history unknown to anyone."

That's pretty awesome.

After a brief internal analysis, Rosell calmed himself down, looked back at Ron, and said arrogantly:

"I've remembered your help. Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly!"

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Ron rolled his eyes. He wasn't surprised by Russell's behavior. After reading so many of his diaries, he already knew that Russell was a complete goofball.

However, although there were no surprises, the petty Ron did not intend to let the other party go. The boy waved his hand expressionlessly, and a figure with torn clothes and a pair of shoes appeared in the secret mausoleum instantly.

"Your deal with me is complete."

The boy pointed to Roselle, who was sitting leisurely on the throne, and patted Bernadette on the shoulder.

Upon seeing her now fully recovered father, the mysterious queen could no longer maintain her composure as a "great person." Like a little girl, she thanked Ron and then quickly rushed into her father's arms.

"dad."

Tears welled in her eyes, as if she were silently telling the story of the grievances she had suffered over the years and the guilt she felt towards her father.

"well"

Russell sighed, momentarily hesitant, unsure how to express his father's affection.

Although He didn't consider himself a good person, getting it back was still a lucky thing.

However, just as the father and daughter were enjoying their time together, an untimely voice suddenly rang out.

"Roselle, I have a question I'm curious about: Do you have any illegitimate children?"

In an instant, the atmosphere of fatherly love and filial piety was completely destroyed by this sentence. Bernadette pushed her father away abruptly, her eyes filled with a contemptuous emotion that looked at a scumbag.

Although everything Roselle did could be attributed to the "Fallen Mother Goddess," her infidelity and irresponsibility towards her family were undeniable facts.

The "Fallen Mother Goddess" says she won't take the blame.

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In that instant, Roselle thought of many things. First, he looked at Ron, who was watching the show, with disbelief. Then, he glanced guiltily at his little darling and finally stammered an explanation:

"I... I had no choice but to do it, I couldn't control myself at all, it's not my fault."

So the small head controls the big head, right?

Seeing this, Ron raised an eyebrow and added another blow.

"Ha, it's actually very simple to determine whether you're acting against your will; you just need to prove yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he mentally tagged the great "Fool," and at the same time, a thick, yellowed diary suddenly appeared in his palm.

This diary is very old, seemingly separated from the present era by many years.

"Isn't that my diary?! How could He have it?! No, that's not right. He must have read a lot of diaries to find this place, so I..."

Looking at his eldest daughter beside him, who was giving him a strange look, and then at Ron Sothos, who was clearly watching the spectacle, Russell suddenly felt awkward and uncomfortable.

Who keeps a diary?!

"Quickly read it to your good daughter and see if this is really a case of wrongdoing."

The blond boy's words were like a knife that killed without drawing blood, stabbing Julius Caesar to the core.

Upon seeing the diary thrown at his feet, Russell Gustav's face contorted in a grimace, as if he were engaged in some intense internal struggle.

You, a great being who transcends the order, can't you stop being so tasteless?!

Can this kind of thing even be read aloud?!

"If you won't read it aloud, I'll translate your entire diary. You wouldn't want me to publish it in influential newspapers in various capital cities, would you?"

Blanch!

A chill ran through him, as if he were sinking into a deep, bottomless icy lake, but Rosell managed to control his emotions and chuckled:

"You're really joking, about a diary and all that."

"read!"

Ron's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was no longer casual; instead, it was filled with immeasurable authority.

Julius Caesar's face twitched, and finally he shakily picked up the yellowed diary, revealing a constipated expression.

Bernadette, realizing what was happening, wore a cold expression and said in a strange tone:

"Read it aloud, let me see just how many lovers you have."

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You bastard!!!

Rosell cursed inwardly, his burning passion turning to ice. He sighed, expressionless, and flipped through the diary, reading aloud word by word from the beginning:

"The taste of a witch is really good."

Above the gray fog.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Following Ron's prayer light, one could see that the great "Fool" was now laughing so hard he couldn't close his legs.

He laughed loudly while slapping the bronze table in front of him; even the clown's extraordinary abilities couldn't truly control his facial expressions at that moment.

If he didn't still possess some semblance of reason, the great "Fool" would already be crawling darkly above the gray fog.

It has to be said that Ron's ability to create drama far exceeded Klein's expectations. He had thought that Rosell would have a hard time facing Ron's sharp tongue, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.

What's the difference between this and eating shit?!

Tense words emanated from the prayer scene. With each "profound truth" uttered, Roselle's body stiffened further, while Bernadette beside him turned pale and trembled uncontrollably.

What a mess this is!

The blonde beauty who married into the masquerade from Loen, the love of the Count of Champagne, and the untold stories of Zarathustra and Florent.

Russell's face grew darker and darker as he read, finally throwing the diary on the ground and angrily saying:

"This isn't my diary at all; it's pure slander!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible flame seemed to rise from his entire body. He gritted his teeth and looked at Ron, wishing he could tear this troublemaker to pieces.

However, the next second

"You don't want these 'possibilities' to become reality, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Roselle turned ashen-faced as if he had been stabbed in the back. He hesitated for a moment but gave up struggling and let the blame fall on him.

It's fine to say it, but if it were to actually happen, He couldn't handle it.

Seeing her father's expression, Bernadette's expression was quite interesting. Although she knew what kind of person her father was, she really didn't expect his private life to be so chaotic.

For a moment, she was so angry at Rosell that she laughed.

This diary isn't exactly useless, it's utterly useless. She even thought it contained her father's biggest secret.

"Sever ties with your father!"

Bernadette left a message and turned to leave, ignoring Russell who was still standing there in a daze.

"what?"

This...this isn't right, is it?

Russell Gustav was taken aback. Forgetting his internal struggle with Ron, he quickly stepped forward to grab the little girl's hand.

However, Bernadette was incredibly fast and resolute, immediately casting a spell to enter the spirit world and depart.

Seeing this, the blond boy smoothed down his drooping blond hair, revealed a sly smile, and calmly enjoyed the scene of the father and daughter breaking up.

Although it's not very ethical to do this, it's quite interesting.

"Aren't you going to chase after them?"

He casually offered a terrible idea.

Upon hearing this, Russell, who wore a crown and had a small chestnut mustache, curled his lip and said:

"No, I know my daughter. She has always thought I was irresponsible towards the family, which was one of the main reasons we broke up. She's angry right now, so it wouldn't make a difference if I went."

"It's better to wait until she calms down before explaining."

Although he had only spent half a day with Ron, the latter’s rudeness and overly familiar manner made Roselle genuinely wary.

"Such a wicked personality is truly rare. Even a true god wouldn't do something like this for fun. Is this some kind of born god of amusement?"

His mind raced, and soon Roselle seemed to have thought of something, frowning as he asked:

"I feel that you are not such a shallow god. There must be something behind your actions. You might as well say it directly."

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I'm sorry, I'm just that shallow.

The blond boy's eye twitched slightly, but he concealed it well, showing no surprise whatsoever. Instead, he nodded in a pretentious manner and said:

"You're right, I do have something I'd like you to do."

"First, with my help, you should still be able to utilize the Black Emperor's resurrection aggregation property. I need you to teach me the aggregation property."

"No problem, it's not difficult."

After sensing the strange state that was not yet over, Rosell nodded and responded in a deep voice.

"The second thing I need you to do is to bring down the Ruen royal family and win over a group of reactionary forces to defeat them. I believe this will be a piece of cake for you."

Upon hearing this request, Rosell paused for a moment, then asked with a hint of curiosity:

Why?

"There are many reasons, but the main one is that they are not human beings like you, and I really dislike them."

Furthermore, it's very difficult for my faith to spread; they always make excuses, so perhaps we should change the royal family.

"The same goes for Intis and Fussack; in short, I must spread my faith to every corner of the world in a short period of time."

The world's pie is only so big, and it has already been divided up cleanly by the major churches. Although the Seven Gods are quite friendly to Ron, the Seven Gods are the Seven Gods, and the churches are the churches; they are not entirely equal in this respect.

Moreover, Ron couldn't preach in person, so he could only find some new recruits who were quite capable and intelligent.

(End of this chapter)