Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 543 You damned devil, get out of my body!

Silently, the "aggregation" within Ron's body intensified once more, causing the two majestic, grand, and terrifying wills to become even more active and ferocious.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind the door!

Although it is called a palm, it has five eyes and three mouths. They are not evenly distributed, some in the palm and some on the back of the hand. The sharp, white teeth open and close instinctively, revealing the hunger and greed that have existed for countless years.

In Ron's gaze and in the boy's perception, a power and supreme status, mixed and distorted to the extreme, pressed down from the sky.

This scene sent chills down the boy's spine.

The illusory hand, carrying unparalleled pressure, sometimes appeared as an illusion, sometimes as a physical entity, wielding countless powers with impunity, determined to seize Ron Sothos and devour him completely.

In an era even older than the ancient times, the "original" Creator, at the zenith of the aggregation, seemed to have foreseen this scene long ago. He lay dormant, waiting for Ron to come to him on his own.

This is a fact that cannot be changed!

"Come!"

A grand voice resounded throughout the universe, originating from the deepest logic of the entire cosmos.

At this moment, Ron Sothos seemed to sense death and recalled the scenes of being entangled by the Aggregator.

What did I do to deserve this?! You really think I'm easy to bully?!

The thought of being robbed of his bun by the pillar filled Ron with rage. He frowned and, like Klein, turned and ran.

Of course, Ron Sothos still had his pride and was too ashamed to cry for help.

Although that arm did not have the "original" will following it, its much stronger status still made the boy realize the reality.

To try and fight it head-on now would be utterly foolish. He doesn't believe he can't solve this problem with his own abilities and wisdom; at most, it will just take longer.

However, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he doesn't think he "initially" failed to anticipate that he could solve this problem.

This shows that the hand in front of us is not the final killing move. Unlike a certain pillar-level Joker, "Initial" does not mean that once he makes a move, it means that some kind of destiny has been predetermined.

How can what can be resisted be called destiny?

Without a special force to break through, Ron could only find a chance through his wisdom and boundless authority.

"If that's the case, why waste time?"

A golden torrent of time suddenly engulfed the boy, and the scenery before his eyes changed rapidly.

Tertiary Period, Quaternary Period, Fifth Period. 509 years, 782 years, 1280 years.

Time is gradually returning to normal, and Ron is traversing the time scale.

The conceptualized hand that reached out from the giant gate was not to be outdone. It seemed completely unaffected by time and era, and simply relied on its status to grab the boy during the time period he traversed.

This is not a spatial leap, but a struggle that spans history and time. However, with each era that is crossed, the hand with only five eyes and three mouths dims a little.

"Just as I suspected, anything involving the beginning will inevitably weaken with the passage of time. That hand is essentially no different from the barrier that blocked the outer gods!"

Upon seeing this, the blond boy's eyes lit up, and a golden glow enveloped his entire body, causing him to run even faster.

The desolate, overgrown landscape changes dramatically, sometimes being encroached upon by rivers, and other times covered by vegetation.

Time flows like water, never to return, while the terrain and landforms of the outside world begin to change rapidly. Year after year, day after day, the hard soil layer underground is gradually exposed, and the entire barren mountain range eventually forms a valley.

1130, 1289, 1349.

Suddenly, the hand in mid-air stopped abruptly. As the era progressed, the rigid program that had been chasing Ron in the ancient era seemed to be unable to maintain its integrity and vanished with a crash.

Upon seeing this, the handsome young man was stunned for a moment, and then, in the next instant, with his boundless wisdom, he seemed to have thought of something.

"No, if we consider the timeline of creation, the barrier hasn't completely disappeared yet, which means this hand couldn't possibly disappear either!"

"This thing... it's like it's trying to force me back, blocking my option to accommodate the ultimate gate in the past the moment it appeared?"

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Ron suddenly grimaced.

He realized that the hand was less about grabbing him and merging with him, and more about simply guarding against him and trying to retrieve his original essence from the past.

But what's the point of that?

In the year 1330 of the Fifth Age, the Original Will must have diminished considerably. In that case, what could He possibly use to deal with Himself?

Surrounded by golden light, the boy stood motionless, watching the hand that was about to reach his chest collapse with a crash.

Ron merely traversed time, rather than actually turning around and running away. If you ignored his slightly dry lips, the boy's performance was nothing short of elegant.

"Forget it, going back to the past is never a good option. We can only try to find our source essence in the present."

After thinking for a moment, he planted his feet on the ground and gently moved his right hand.

"If we take Klein along and change something in him, we might complete the 'Fool's' ascension to godhood."

After muttering something inexplicable to himself, which eased the slight unease and tension in his heart, Ron stopped fiddling with his right hand and set the timeline back to the present.

The linear logic changed at this moment, finally settling here, becoming history, becoming Ron Sothoth's arrival in the West Continent from the past.

"Damn it! Who dug this hole?!"

Suddenly, the boy lost his footing and fell into a huge pit nearly a hundred meters deep.

Ron looked around in confusion, and a fresh smell of earth filled his nostrils.

Ron Sothos, a man who hadn't even faltered when fighting the "original" creator, actually stumbled at this moment.

What an utter disgrace!

"Fooling, grafting?"

He looked toward the cave entrance and noticed that the spatial position had changed. The boy immediately recognized who was behind this mischief.

"Tch~ How mischievous!"

"You still won't admit defeat even when you're about to be screwed over!"

However, Ron just smiled at this minor issue, keeping it in mind and preparing to retaliate later.

The most important thing now is to summon the source substance. Only by returning to wholeness can He be confident in dealing with this complex situation.

"Come!"

A grand, inexplicable roar echoed across the entire continent, and high above this continent, an ancient and dilapidated gate was summoned.

The door trembled incessantly, as if breaking through certain restrictions and seals. At a certain moment, this great thing suddenly burst forth with countless brilliant lights.

In an instant, the whole world heard the sound of the door being opened.

"What happened? A thief broke into the house?!"

Fors Walter, who was working late into the night to finish his manuscript, suddenly looked up and glanced around warily.

The sound of the door opening startled her, and she feared that some vicious thugs might break in in the middle of the night.

She looked around anxiously and suddenly saw the triangular dagger and pistol that Hugh had placed on the shelf, both in excellent condition.

No matter how vicious a thug is, they can't possibly beat a bounty hunter who only knows how to use violence.

Fors twitched the corner of her mouth and continued to lower her head to work on the manuscript that had to be submitted tomorrow.

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In a beautifully decorated restroom, Klein, who had been standing still, regained focus in his eyes. Even though he had advanced to Sequence Five, the great "Fool" was still just a corporate slave working in the restroom.

He pretended to flush the toilet, and then a very satisfied expression spread across his face.

Whether or not it's actually done, the act has to be played out completely.

Klein reached out his hand and instinctively reached back to try to unlock the door and press the doorknob.

However, this move, which would have been a sure thing for "The Joker," left Klein with nowhere to grab.

He turned his head in astonishment and saw that the place where the door used to be had been replaced by a wall made of cast alloy.

"Holy crap! Where are we?!"

On the streets, inside rooms, and all over the world, strange changes have occurred—random, disorderly, and without any discernible pattern.

Some people experienced the disappearance of the toilet door, others found their wallets filled with blank paper, and still others witnessed the resurrection of the dead, or the sudden addition or subtraction of siblings in their families.

Success turns into failure, failure turns into even greater failure, hardship leads to even greater hardship, and toil leads to even greater toil.

This damn fate perfectly illustrates what it means to have all sorts of possibilities.

However, this was merely a tiny leak of power from the great being's impending return to the throne, and for the Church of the Seven Gods, it was hardly a problem.

-

The magnificent gate reappeared after centuries, and Ron felt an unparalleled attraction to it, reaching out his palm to merge with it.

However, things are not that simple.

In the next instant, he jumped into the air, and his spatial coordinates were grafted onto the spot where he was, so that his position did not change at all.

"You son of a bitch!"

The boy cursed inwardly, about to use his authority and aggregation abilities to pull the giant gate in the sky into his arms, but at that moment, his steps suddenly faltered, and he felt something cold dragging him.

The surrounding mud and pits kept writhing, turning into layers of bright red flesh, and the strong smell of blood seeped into Ron's nostrils.

The boy frowned as he saw the familiar red substance that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere; it was gripping his right leg tightly.

Evil, filthy, and depraved, yet tainted by the aura of holy life, it erodes itself. Perhaps due to insufficient power, its speed is slower and it is not as terrifying as the "Fallen Mother Goddess" in the starry sky.

"Have a child with me!"

A gentle, peaceful voice came from outside, carrying a motherly kindness, seemingly simply wanting a child with Ron Sothos.

"I'm sorry, I'm already married, but I can introduce you to my best brother, Klein Moretti. He's a great guy and will definitely meet your requirements."

"Besides, he and Russell are very close; you can catch both of them at once, and have two flying brothers!"

After looking around, the boy covered his mouth and nose, his lips twitching.

Even if he's an idiot, at this moment he understands exactly where he is.

The dark cave had disappeared, replaced by a wall of fleshy buds wriggling and secreting mucus.

Even more vividly, at the bottom of this wall of flesh and blood, there was an opening wider than Ron's entire body, from which a deep red substance continuously flowed out, like menstruation, causing the little fish's face to twitch.

He never expected that the "Lord of Mysteries" was waiting for him here, taking advantage of his return to the "present" to immediately and seamlessly trick and deceive him into coming here.

What can he do here?

Shall we unclog the sewers for the "Fallen Mother Goddess"?

Frankly speaking, certain parts of the "Fallen Mother Goddess's" body are indeed a good cage, and coupled with the feminine symbolism and the "mother's nest," they greatly weakened the connection between the boy and the source matter.

However, Ron simply couldn't accept such a gruesome thing. In an instant, several suns radiating intense heat appeared in the boy's palm.

I'm going to make your son develop fibroids!!!

Endless light and heat suddenly erupted, instantly charring the surrounding flesh and blood. Ron took advantage of this opportunity and ignored the red substance grabbing his thigh. Instead, he stretched out his palm and created a dark, deep, heavy, dense black hole with immense pressure.

Ron grinned maliciously, raised his hand, and threw the black hole in his hand at the flesh-and-blood rift that was constantly overflowing with red substance.

In an instant, white dwarfs, neutron stars, and supernovae—enough to annihilate the fragile "Lord of Mysteries"—emerged and exploded one after another.

I'll make you get your period!!!

Under immense pressure and scorching light, the surrounding flesh and blood began to tremble violently. Although the sun and black hole that Ron had conjured with his authority were not fatal to the "Fallen Mother Goddess," it still hurt!

"ah!!!"

The piercing screams echoed throughout the universe, bringing tears to the eyes of all who heard them. The "Fallen Mother Goddess" never imagined that someone would be playing billiards with supernovae inside her womb.

In His common sense, shouldn't Ron be exercising his power to kill whoever he sees? How did he become the old tormentor?

People's joys and sorrows are not the same. Ron's "immortal" characteristics made him not want to waste time getting entangled with the "Fallen Mother Goddess". As long as he tortured her to death, the intense pain would eventually make the "Fallen Mother Goddess" reveal a flaw.

"Giving birth must be tough, right? Then I'll give you an abortion!!!"

The boy chuckled mischievously again, and dozens of suns appeared in his palm once more, which he casually tossed out.

Ron doesn't know if the "Fallen Mother Goddess" who endured all this is dead or alive, but she must be in excruciating pain.

In just a few seconds, new shoots sprouted from the rotting flesh, but under the explosion of those suns and supernovae, the layers of flesh and blood were blasted out and quickly turned into ashes.

Under Ron's agonizing torment, the screams grew louder and more piercing.

In a split second, the flesh writhed and kicked Ron out of the hole.

(End of this chapter)