Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 547 A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs

"Life is so hard... I helped you avert the apocalypse, and now I've ended up like this..."

"There's a saying among Roselle's: 'A tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs.' How utterly heartless and treacherous!"

"Forget it, I knew this day would come. After all, for you, only interests matter most, and you never put higher spiritual pursuits out in the open."

"They're a bunch of ungrateful wretches, a pack of dogs that will bite their owner."

"Amanisis, you're a ruthless person..."

Who are you implying something about?!

A slightly immature boy's voice appeared and disappeared intermittently, causing Miss Demon Wolf's blood pressure to spike.

Ron has stopped mocking Him much lately, and seems to have forgotten that the boy still has this sharp tongue.

"Enough! Stop nagging!"

"Come in!"

"Okay."

Throwing tantrums and acting immorally are always the most effective ways to torment someone.

Sometimes, taking off a mask is more effective than putting one on.

The former is for dealing with those who are cunning and calculating, while the latter is for dealing with those who have a conscience.

Seeing the boy who had been kicked away return unharmed, Amanisis's lips twitched, and she said in a somewhat teasing tone:

"Compared to me, you're the real ruthless one, willing to take your wife's life. Fabati is dozens, even hundreds of times more virtuous than you!"

"And you're even using the 'saving the world' analogy to morally blackmail me. We've known each other for so long, don't you know what kind of person I am?"

The noble goddess, trailing her skirt, walked toward the throne in the depths of darkness. In the quiet, black night, the fragrance of the Deep Sleep Flower permeated the dark heavens.

Seeing this, the nobody Ron Sothos eagerly followed.

After the goddess of the night took her seat, he presumptuously lifted the hem of her skirt, which resembled the night sky, and placed a long leg covered in smooth black stockings, exuding an alluring luster, in his lap. He then gently massaged the leg with his small hand, looking every bit the devoted husband.

"Oh, you've misunderstood me."

"In this world, you are the only person I trust the most, so when there is a problem, the first person I think of is discussing it with you."

Ron's little hands clenched tightly, reaching deeper and deeper into the hem of his skirt.

The goddess's lips twitched; she knew Ron's fawning was up to no good. So she brought her legs together, placing his two perfectly curved legs—legs Ron could play with for a year and never tire of—in her lap, and sneered:

"Ha, Ron, I don't even know how to refute your shamelessness."

"I just find it really strange. Even if someone is an omniscient and omnipotent ancient sun god, I don't know why someone with your shamelessness exists in this world!"

At this point, Amanisis pulled Ron's face with a headache, her intoxicating night-colored eyes revealing a hint of seriousness, as if she wanted to see just how thick-skinned he was.

The handsome young man, on the other hand, looked like a victim, constantly kneading his smooth, fleshy legs with both hands, without offering any rebuttal.

To be honest, what Ron just said was the truth.

In this world, only Amanisis has the brains and the ability to discuss countermeasures with him.

As for the noble ladies and Sharon, they are not of a high enough level to warrant such a burden.

As for Klein, he's really too weak. Given Ron's current level, even if he becomes a Sequence Two, he'll still get beaten up.

A moment of silence fell over the Dark Heaven Kingdom. Amanisis narrowed her eyes, savoring the moment, and then said:

"Based on what you just said, it seems the unique characteristics and essence of the Seven Gods will fall into your hands..."

"Except for Stiano, of course."

"Your plan is too audacious. Why didn't you discuss it with me before you went? Maybe this outcome could have been avoided."

Ron's face fell upon hearing this. "The initial rank is higher than mine. All other possibilities are blocked. This is the only way."

"You don't need to worry. If He truly awakens initially, you will die the instant you sense Him—it won't hurt!"

You're really good at comforting people.

The goddess of the night's words caught in her throat; she pursed her lips but ultimately did not refute them.

They thought supporting the pillars was already bold enough, but it turns out there are people even more daring than them.

They directly created a living father, the original creator.

This being, who could destroy the world unconsciously at the slightest provocation, and who was said to be the source of all things in legend, meant that Amanisis had absolutely no experience in combat.

After all, with such a high status, the gap cannot be bridged by scheming alone.

It seems He's under a lot of pressure, and he's probably telling me all this just to vent. Even this carefree guy has pressure?

Having suppressed the question that even the "omniscient one" couldn't understand, the Goddess of Night rested her chin on the back of her hand and nodded slightly, saying:

How confident are you?

Ron thought for a moment, "Ninety-nine percent!"

"Take away the young master?"

"98%!"

"Taking away the young master!?"

"A 50% chance, that's not low!"

Are you trying to bargain with me?!

Amanisis's expression remained unchanged as she continued to ask urgently:

"Taking away the young master!?"

"...a 10% chance."

At this point, Ron secretly glanced at the noble goddess's face and found that it was indeed very ugly, so he added another sentence.

"On a scale of one thousand."

Sure enough, the goddess of the night looked even uglier.

You're pretty funny, damn it!

"If I were you, I would choose to run away rather than fight head-on and seize that slim chance."

After a long pause, Amanisis reluctantly offered a solution that was hardly a solution at all.

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately sighed, "I can run away, and even with the aggregation effect, I can still leave this world at any time once I return to my original form. But there are people I cherish here, and if I run away, no one will protect them."

Hearing such a sophisticated and sincere speech, the cunning wolf froze, its face flushing slightly, seemingly surprised that its own character was inferior to that of the despicable fellow before it.

He rolled his eyes at Ron, slightly raised his chin to maintain the demeanor of a goddess, and asked with feigned modesty:

"Sigh, who are the people you cherish?"

Ron raised an eyebrow and said:

"Anyway, you're not here."

Fuck you!

The Goddess of Night raised her foot and kicked Ron, sending him flying hundreds of meters before stopping.

"Why are you so angry? The angrier you get, the more wrinkles you'll have, and then I won't come to see you anymore~"

"Ron Sothos, shut your mouth! You'd be better off thinking about how to break this deadlock and increase your chances of success!"

This crisis is clearly more serious than those of the Outer Gods, so serious that even the god who controls dreams has begun to doubt whether he is dreaming.

That is the creator of everything, and everything originates from His "original state," so it's impossible not to worry.

But then I thought, it's like a worker who earns a few soles a week is worrying about a capitalist worth millions of pounds eating black bread.

Now that things have come to this, what can He do?

Silence fell again within the Dark Heaven Kingdom. After a long while, Amanisis pondered and said:

"Perhaps you can spread your faith; the anchor is very useful and can stabilize your state."

"You can maintain the current stability. The initial will will fade over time, but it will just become less active. This is a good thing; it's better to have it than not."

"Hmm, there's another way. You can use your loose tongue to see what the other two pillars have to say. The splitting and merging of extraordinary characteristics are often multifaceted. They are mortal enemies and definitely don't want to become one."

The goddess paused for a moment before softly saying:

"Wouldn't it be better to promise some benefits, like faith, helping them to be resurrected, or perhaps leaving this world after it's all over?"

"For this kind of existence, a change in attitude might make things simpler."

Upon hearing this, the boy shook his head, which was styled in a golden ponytail.

"Amanisis, why do you think they are so hostile towards me? It is the attraction of symbols and the essence of power. You must not be careless."

"Their malice towards me is ingrained in their bones. Even without me, they would have awakened in the 'initial' moment. Strictly speaking, we have no real enmity."

"You could think of me as having schizophrenia, with both personalities having a problem with me, and me being the victim."

"Therefore, this method can be retained, but it should only be used as a last resort."

Ron didn't even need to think about the "Primordial Creator"; it was simply impossible for this serious guy to be turned against him.

As for the Old Celestial, Ron still had some thoughts. After all, He represented the "original" despicable shamelessness and selfishness, and judging from the dried meat on the Source Castle, His will to survive was undeniably strong.

'Maybe I can be nicer to Him in the future, well, just a little bit.'

The boy nodded slightly, praising him sincerely:

"Thank you for your insidious ruthlessness and unscrupulous methods. They have given me a lot of new ideas. Amanisis, you are truly cunning."

The Goddess of the Night twitched her lips and gave Ron a disgruntled look.

He knew that this lousy mouth would never say anything nice.

"I'm tired. You can leave now and prepare for your own affairs. You're just an avatar now, and I don't know how much power you have left. The five uniquenesses of the 'Omniscient and Omnipotent' pathway aren't so easy to obtain."

"If we simply rely on aggregation, the inclusion of uniqueness may disrupt the order. Also, there is a rule about whether to include source matter or uniqueness first. You can ask Adam. In any case, every bit of certainty is a bit more."

As Miss Dire Wolf spoke, she turned her back to Ron and walked into the depths of darkness. Just as the darkness, as vast as the night sky, completely engulfed her, Amanisis suddenly turned her head and said wearily:

"Come find me when you're ready. You don't need to worry about the night or death."

"Now, while I'm in a good mood, get out of here!"

"Okay!"

Ron shamelessly took the bait and vanished instantly into the Dark Kingdom.

"It feels like so much time has passed, the smog in Backlund has improved quite a bit."

The boy stretched and strolled alone through the streets. The setting sun rose from the horizon, and horse-drawn carriages sped past him.

The pungent smell of smog has lessened considerably, but it still feels a little lacking on this refreshing morning.

Looking at the Gothic-style spires of the church in the distance, Ron smoothed his hair and went straight inside.

He first carefully examined the bride and groom who were having their wedding in the middle of the church, then glanced at the guest seating area and spotted a middle-aged man with graying temples, who looked to be in his thirties or forties, dressed smartly and leaning on a gold-patterned cane.

The boy stepped forward, put a hand on his shoulder, and said in a playful tone:

"Frankly, I think a homeless person or a factory worker would be more suitable for your identity, then you wouldn't need to pretend at all."

"You did a great job, especially when you were screwing in the screws on the bicycle!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice and seeing the boy beside him who looked exactly the same as before, Dawn Dantes' right hand, gripping the golden cane, trembled slightly. He then pretended to speak again:

"Sir, I don't seem to know you, but it's a pleasure to meet you now!"

"Dawn Dantes, a merchant from Desi Bay."

Klein spoke with a distinctive accent, extending a hand in a friendly gesture as he spoke.

Ron's lips twitched slightly as he reached out and grasped the rough hand.

"Ron Sothos, the least famous, but richest, tycoon in the Kingdom of Rune!"

Thanks to Baron Sindras's generosity, Ron's businesses are now among the best, though most of them are factories and companies, not land estates or territories.

However, Ron didn't value these things and didn't pay them any attention. He simply assigned his subordinates to manage the other businesses.

In other words, Ron himself might not even know how much money he has.

Money, which is commonplace, is considered worthless by the gods.

You're right, aren't you, Klein?

Ron clenched his fist tightly, then, rather inelegantly, sat down next to the middle-aged gentleman, gazing at the bride and groom on the wedding stage, and remarked with feigned admiration:

"Oh dear, I have a friend who's never been as successful as Mr. Dunn. Look at him, he got married before he was even forty, and he even found a woman a few years younger than him."

"Mr. Dantès, what should we do? What should we do?"

You seem to be hinting at something.

Klein's eyelids twitched, then he gritted his teeth and said:

"Ron, I'll call you Ron. According to Emperor Roselle, 'I have a friend' usually refers to the person who asked the question."

After saying that, he gave Ron a complicated look, as if to say, "Little brother, don't worry about these things before you've even grown up!"

Ron was "enraged" upon seeing this, and snorted coldly:

"Don't you know whether I have that useless friend or not?!"

After saying that, he ignored the emotionally weak woman beside him and focused intently on the wedding stage.

Now comes the moment: a well-dressed Dunn Smith, with a receding hairline, places a ring on Daly Simone's finger.

They gazed at each other with deep affection, as if the other was the only person in the world.

But just then, a loud, clear voice, tinged with an accent from the Dixi Bay area, suddenly rang out from the guest area:

"Give me a kiss, give me a kiss!"

Dawn Dantes, sitting on a church bench, almost coughed up blood. The voice was all too familiar; it was his own voice.

In the next instant, everyone in the church turned to look at him, including but not limited to Dunn Smith, Daly Simone, Leonard Mitchell (who was the best man), and Neil, who was officiating at the wedding.

Klein was covered in sweat, and his smile froze on his face.

Damn it, there's something dirty here!

(End of this chapter)