Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 550 Comrade Meng Dalin

"Here you go. Do you need me to revive you? I'm not in good shape right now, but what can I do? I'm a good person, after all."

Reaching into the void, Ron retrieved the essence he had seized from the Ancient Sun God from the "King's Treasury." With a flick of his finger, the golden radiance, like the sun's most dazzling light, floated silently in the magnificent golden living room.

Not feeling well?

Upon hearing this, Adam's clear, seemingly unintelligent eyes shifted slightly as he scrutinized Ron once more.

This time, He seemed to sense something was wrong and asked in a deep voice:

"What happened?"

"It's nothing. My main body is in poor condition and has fallen into a deep sleep, being entangled by the First One."

I'm stuck with the word "initially"—look how niche it is.

The ancient sun god, who was divided into two parts, was speechless for a moment, and suddenly realized that his wisdom was not as useful as he had imagined.

Although He had studied a great deal of knowledge and mystery about the past, it seemed to have little value at this moment.

Just then, a cheerful voice came from deep within the living room.

"Oh my, the ancient sun god is so ignorant that he can only stand in the ground as a decoration."

The pleasant sound had barely faded when he switched to a gritted-teeth tone and said to Ron:

"I never thought I'd see you looking so weak. Want to play a game with me?"

Amon adjusted his monocle above his right eye. He wore a pointed wizard's hat and a classic wizard's robe, and walked step by step toward Ron.

He circled Ron three times to the left and three times to the right, finally laughing heartily and saying:

"Ron Sothos, you bastard, you've finally met your match?!"

"Fate is truly wondrous!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the great angel of time kicked him, and scenes from the past flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, bringing tears of emotion to his eyes.

Ron Sothos's retribution is today!

It's time to rebel!

The blond boy smirked at the sight, somewhat incredulous that Amon's intelligence had declined so drastically.

You're so fragile, yet you choose to fight melee? Are you underestimating me?

Although Lord Ron is in a bit of a sorry state now, he's still alive!

In an instant, a cluster of thorn-like crimson flames rose from between Ron's brows, and an aura of calamity, strife, and destruction filled the surroundings.

The boy pointed forward, and a long ice crystal spear, wrapped in ominous curses and disasters, bloomed in front of his chest like an unfolding ice crystal rose, instantly pinning the Time Angel to the wall.

As the cold wave swept in, the entire magnificent hall seemed to have entered the dead of winter, with layers of extremely thick frost quickly forming.

"A city of calamity!?"

Amon, who was nailed to the ceiling, was surprised for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips, and he clapped his hands and said happily:

"Not bad, not bad at all. You've really weakened. Otherwise, how could you not even distinguish between my main body and my clone?"

How do you know that I wasn't deliberately putting on an act?

The blond boy shrugged and replied casually.

"Stop talking nonsense! Ron, others may not know you, but don't I know you well enough?"

"Look at your pathetic state. If you were truly capable, you would have shown off long ago. If I'm not mistaken, you'd probably be struggling even to deal with a true god now, wouldn't you?"

The Time Angel's mockery was merciless; even with Ron using the power of the City of Calamity, he still couldn't freeze that constantly opening and closing gaping mouth.

"Really? Then come out in your true form. Why send a clone to gather information?"

"Perhaps I should talk to Klein and suggest you two switch roles, with you playing the clown and him playing the angel."

Ron was already used to such tricks. He smoothed his long, curly golden ponytail, ignored the incessantly chattering Time Angel, and turned to look at the half-shaved Ancient Sun God.

"That's how it is. You should know more about my situation. Although I am now whole, the initial assimilation is still ongoing, and the three of us have inevitably merged together."

At this point, Ron sighed and said:

"Perhaps a fallen mother goddess will be added later. At that time, the 'Beginning' will surely awaken, and the entire universe will probably be offered as a sacrifice, because as the 'Beginning,' He should create a new world, not maintain the old. This symbolizes that no one can change."

"In other words, if I fail, we'll all die, and your whole family will die too!"

What are you saying?!

Can't you speak properly?

Adam glanced at Amon with a twitch in his eyelids, then realized that although Ron's words were harsh, they were indeed true.

He glanced thoughtfully at the thorns and flames on the boy's forehead, and said in a gentle and unhurried tone:

"So, you intend to use the 'Singularity of All Things,' the instinctive splitting of the 'Spacetime Unifiers,' to prevent the inevitable convergence?"

"What do you want to achieve by telling me all this?"

The handsome young man narrowed his eyes slightly, making a satisfied expression.

"It's so refreshing to talk to smart people. They just need to state their position, and I don't have to waste any more words."

At this point, the boy paused for a moment, then began to instruct in a teacher's tone:

"Your line of thinking is correct, but we must consider some practical factors. The mere tendency of the 'Space-Time Unifier' to split is not enough. I need more authority, more uniqueness, to reach a higher level, where quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and finally..."

"pongo!!!"

"Explode everything!"

Ron jumped off the sofa, spread his arms wide, and gestured as if the extreme split was about to explode before his eyes.

"So you need me to resurrect to help you fight against the god of knowledge and wisdom, and the eternal sun, or the lord of storms?"

Adam asked in a calm tone.

"Yes, I only want their uniqueness. You don't need to give me the uniqueness of 'The Hanged Man' after your resurrection. I will even give you the lost 'Dark Angel' trait, as well as the uniqueness and traits of the Dreamer."

"To be honest, you have a personal grudge, and I personally encourage you to take revenge. After all, your rank can suppress them by a lot. By the way, you don't need to deal with the Lord of Storms. You can do whatever you want with the other two."

"This is my price, but you have to return the uniqueness to me after you've used it, understand? You have to return it to me!"

Scheming against the gods, dealing with the gods, killing the gods—Ron's coolness level actually rose slightly at this moment. However, when he heard the final emphasis, "It has to be returned to me," Adam's clear and innocent eyes became complicated for a moment.

Don't say anything anymore. I feel so inferior when I'm with you. How can you have the nerve to keep saying "give it back to me"?

"Can."

After pondering for a while, Adam finally agreed to Ron's invitation to cooperate. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and asked:

Why don't you try to persuade them?

His words were simple, but Ron still understood them.

"No, although they are gods, it does not prevent them from being power-hungry and lacking any sense of the big picture. I have no doubt that even if disaster strikes one day, they will cling to their 'treasure' and refuse to let go, eventually dragging everyone down with them."

Adam nodded upon hearing this. Without saying anything more, he put away the "essence" that Ron had brought back and floated away from the living room.

"Looks like having helpers makes things much easier. It's a pity I used all my strength to fight against the 'original' aggregation; otherwise, it wouldn't be so troublesome. I could have just had them come to me one by one and it would have been over long ago."

"Well, let's leave the God of War to Amanisis; she seems to have long coveted him. As for Lilith, hopefully she can discern the priorities."

"Oh right, there's also the error and the gate that were thrown out of the universe. Never mind, I'll leave those two to the main body; to Him, they're just a thought."

That leaves only the "Primal Witch" and the "Red Priestess".

"It seems I have quite a connection with witches."

The boy muttered something under his breath, then lay down on the soft, warm sofa as if giving up.

Having left behind only a Sequence Two characteristic, he could mobilize the City of Calamity with his extremely high rank, but ultimately he was merely using it, not containing it.

Therefore, it will probably be a bit difficult to kill a true god as easily as before by simply stretching out a finger.

"If those guys notice I'm weakened, they'll probably start plotting something."

With a gentle wave of his hand, dispelling the frost and coldness of the golden living room, Ron pulled the stubborn Time Angel clone in front of him and asked in a calm tone:

Where is Medici?

Upon hearing this, Amon adjusted his monocle and said sarcastically:

"Tch~ What do you want with Him? Are you going to tell Him that you can't become a god, that your path has already been predetermined by your master?"

"Oh my, just thinking about being betrayed by my master again makes me feel pleasure, so excited that my body is starting to tremble."

Damn it, you're so sarcastic, I think you're trying to steal His path!

Ron's lips twitched involuntarily, then he grabbed the smiling Amon by the collar with both hands and began to shake him rapidly, leaving behind afterimages that were barely visible to the naked eye.

"Stop talking nonsense! If you utter another word, get back to your job and tighten screws!"

"Sorry, but I am now the president of the Workers' Union Association, its spiritual leader. I will absolutely not yield to an evil capitalist like you!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy's forehead bulged slightly, and his handsome and cute face became somewhat ferocious.

Fuck you!

What nonsense are you spouting?!

Although Ron recognized all the words Amon spoke, he couldn't understand them when they were put together.

"You!?"

39 Berklund Street.

The melodious music dispelled the silence of the deep night, and the dreamlike red moon hung high in the sky, making it hard to tell whether it was real or a sweet dream.

The scene was bustling with guests, as various members of high society chatted and displayed their noble character, elegant dance steps, and reserved inner qualities.

Even with such dramatic changes in the world, the enthusiasm of the Backlunds for social interaction remains undiminished.

"Haha, Dawn, let me introduce you to a very important person. He usually doesn't attend these kinds of events!"

Maurice Macht patted Klein on the shoulder, showing great friendliness to the wealthy man from Dixi Bay.

After all, no one would want to mess with a mysterious millionaire who is cultured, witty, humorous, and rich.

"An important figure? Could it be a prince, princess, or some high-ranking nobleman?"

Klein's mind raced, then he showed a hint of interest and asked:

"Oh, who is it? Macht, now that you mention it, I'm even more curious."

Upon hearing this, Congressman Macht chuckled again, patted Klein on the shoulder forcefully, and pointed towards the stairs, saying:

"Look, there he is, Joseph Vissarionovich Montalin, we all call him Mr. Montalin."

"?"

Upon hearing the name, Dawn Dantes's lips froze, and his neck stiffened as he looked in the direction Senator Macht pointed, as if glued shut.

There stood a man with a broad forehead, a thin face, black curly hair, and a monocle made of crystal on his right eye.

"You two are really something else! What the hell is Mona Lisa's name?! Why don't you just say it's Mona Lisa?!"

"And another thing, Amon being abstract is one thing, but why are you, an ancient sun god, following along with abstraction? Silver City will cry its eyes out!!!"

Although it was just a fake name, it still couldn't suppress the extremely strong feeling of complaining in Klein's heart.

Does it fit?

Does it fit?

Is this appropriate?

Is that reasonable?

Is that reasonable?

Is this even possible?!

I thought that Sherlock Moriarty, the famous detective, Gol Mansparrow, the adventurer, and Julius Caesar, the great Rosselli, were already bad enough, but I never expected that someone would be even more valiant than them.

Who infected this person?!

"Dawn, he's the president of the Backlund Workers' Union, he's very famous!"

"Aren't you surprised? To achieve so much at such a young age, he's a member of the Upper House of Backlund, and someone the great nobles have been trying to win over."

"Young my foot! He could be your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, and even older."

That is the King of Angels, the Son of the Creator, and the world's number one blasphemer!

Klein's lips twitched. He hesitated, then finally shut his mouth, feeling that the world was so magical and unfamiliar.

Senator Macht assumed Klein was surprised by his reaction and continued with a smile:

"Although his relationship with the businessmen wasn't very good, their reputation was so great that they were regarded as spiritual leaders by most of the workers. In other words, whoever had his support naturally held a dominant position."

"Perhaps you could try to win him over."

As he spoke, Maurice Macht revealed an expression of anticipation, as if he were watching a good show.

"Hmph, sir, you're quite bold, aren't you? Watching the angels' antics? I hope you won't have any strange monocle on your right eye tomorrow."

Klein silently grumbled to himself, then assumed a thoughtful posture, and finally chuckled softly:

"Machter, if I'm not mistaken, this gentleman won't accept any attempts to win him over, right?"

"You guessed that?"

The congressman was taken aback, and at the same time, his opinion of Dawn Dantes rose considerably.

Dawn Dantes smiled again and continued:

"This is inevitable, Machte. In fact, I have heard of his reputation. If he accepts the wooing of the great nobles, his value will probably be greatly reduced. I think those great nobles also dislike him very much and are trying to ruin him and smear him with some appeasement policies."

"Once a spiritual leader has a stain on their record, they are no longer a spiritual leader, right?"

Of course, Amon certainly wouldn't care; he might even send you a monocle.

Upon hearing this, Maurice Macht looked at the mysterious, wealthy man who had recently arrived in Backlund with surprise, and exclaimed in admiration:

"Dawn, I didn't expect you to be able to see this level. That's right, the workers are all saying that this is all part of an evil plan orchestrated by the mysterious Ron, the owner of the Honest Steel Factory!"

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(End of this chapter)