Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 557 Tarot Meeting × Memorial Service √ 6K Two-in-One

The layers of gray fog remained unchanged throughout the ages, while the deep red stars floated in the air in the same regular pattern as always.

At that moment, Mr. Fool looked at Ron with a complicated and weary gaze.

It was as if it was warning him not to cause trouble for himself.

"This bastard has caused me so much trouble, maybe I should see a psychologist sometime. No, I think the most important thing is for this bastard to see a psychologist..."

Klein silently grumbled to himself, but remained true to his "fool" persona.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

The boy gave Audrey a brief response, surprisingly refraining from causing trouble. Under Klein's incredulous gaze, he slightly closed his golden eyes.

Silently, the gray mist flowed slowly, and unnoticed by anyone, thoughts of error, the door, and the power of deception resonated with Ron.

Wow, I was right! Right now, I'm more like the master of Source Castle than that poor guy. Sigh, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing...

Feeling the feedback from the Source Castle, for some reason, Ron always felt that Klein's head was covered in green.

A wave of guilt washed over him, and he dared not stare directly at Mr. Fool.

"What's wrong with Ron today? Is he losing his appetite or heartbroken?"

The astute Klein sensed something was wrong with the boy, but the fool was completely baffled. So he could only remain on guard, wary of Ron's unexpected words and sudden attack.

Upon seeing "The Fool" Klein's instinctive defensive movement, the blond boy's face darkened, and he was speechless for a moment.

The ship of friendship can capsize at any moment; the bond between brothers ultimately cannot withstand the test of time.

Is it really necessary? I only made a few jokes with you before.

"What a pity... now is not a good time to take the Source Castle. I need to collect all the traits of the 'Time-Space Unifier' before I can continue to upgrade to 'The Original,' otherwise I would definitely give Klein a real test..."

The golden eyes took in everyone in the Tarot Club, and the young man clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

"This huge gathering, and not a single person condemned Klein! This is truly outrageous! If they don't speak up for me today, won't they be plotting a god-killing rebellion tomorrow?!"

The boy muttered to himself, then a slight smile appeared on his lips as he turned his gaze to Russell next door. His tone was unusually serious as he softly said:

"Mr. 'Emperor,' I wonder if Intis's missionary work is progressing smoothly, and if he needs my assistance?"

Missionary work?

The question from the divine instantly brought all members of the Tarot Club back to reality.

They cast their gazes, openly or covertly, at the boy, and at the "emperor" whose face was obscured but who exuded a profound sense of majesty.

"Missionary work? All the major churches are doing it, but I remember Mr. Ron himself saying that missionary work is mainly for anchoring the spirits and stabilizing their spiritual state, but..."

Mr. Ron is a naturally benevolent deity towards humans, so how could he possibly need an anchor?

"What happened?"

Rather than Ron asking what to eat for dinner and verbally shoving the serious "Fool," "Justice" Audrey clearly didn't want Ron to suddenly become serious.

In the words of Emperor Roselle, this is called "something unusual must be going on".

As an extraordinary individual who was a spectator, she quickly noticed something amiss about the anomaly.

Miss Justice frowned slightly, her tone somewhat urgent, and asked in confusion before everyone else could:

"Luo, Mr. Fate, what happened?"

For some reason, the boy's unusual behavior gave her a bad feeling.

Hearing Audrey's light and upbeat voice, and feeling the girl's care and love, Ron's lips curled into a slight smile.

He glanced around, nodded slightly, and then deliberately spoke in a rather weak tone:

"My original body encountered some difficulties and fell into a deep sleep."

Upon hearing this, Audrey Hall froze on the spot. Even though there was no physical form above the gray fog, she could still feel her heart skip a beat, and her brain buzzed, making it temporarily impossible for her to think.

How could this be!?

The main body has fallen into a deep sleep? Could Mr. Ron recently be His clone?!

What, what on earth happened?

"Audrey, Audrey, how could you be so careless? Why couldn't you have noticed Mr. Ron's unusual behavior sooner?"

At that moment, the blonde girl suddenly felt a pang of guilt. She felt guilty for knowing Ron's address but being too busy with her family, and for not noticing that Ron had received so much help despite his predicament.

She remembered all the boy's love and guidance, and his divine identity made this memory even more precious. If it were really possible, she would not want anything to happen to him.

"Justice!" Audrey quickly suppressed her inner fear and unease, asking in a gentle but barely concealed tone:

"Mr. Destiny, how are you feeling right now? I mean, is there anything I can do to help you?"

I would give my life for it!

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Ron opened his mouth, then swallowed back the words "I could die if I'm not careful." Looking at the girl's sudden anxious expression, he felt for the first time that he had a broken mouth.

I'm so damn stupid!

Test your mother's test!

To be honest, Ron was absolutely right, and the danger he faced was just as he had said: he could die at any moment.

However, Ron Sothos believed that he could bear these burdens himself and that there was no need for others to share them.

Even the goddess of night and the ancient sun god, he didn't say much, didn't mention the dangers involved, and didn't say how he could protect this world.

Ron was standing so high up that he suddenly felt genuine concern for someone, and a few grains of sand even got into his eyes.

The last one who risked his life for himself was Klein.

At this moment, the "Hanged Man," who had been observing him for a long time, said in a deep voice:

"If you need anything, I will do my best. I can also help with missionary work."

These words contained both truth and falsehood, and while they couldn't compare to the genuine feelings of a noblewoman, they clearly and firmly established her position.

Accompanied by Alger the Hanged Man's loyal words, Fors the Magician, not to be outdone, raised his hand and said:

"Yes, Mr. Fate, I can help you too. Although you always seem unreliable and like to scare people, I still think you are a good person, no, a good god. You saved my life, and if you need help, I can help you too."

Although she was usually terrified of Ron, when she learned that he was in trouble, this cowardly guy mustered up his courage and stepped forward.

The reason, as Fors herself stated, was that Ron had saved her life more than once.

The boy opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard the honest and kind-hearted Little Sun say:

"Mr. Destiny, we in Silver City will also help you. You have brought us hope and food. You are a very, very good god!"

Upon hearing this, Cattleya nodded silently and said in a calm and even tone:

"Yes, Mr. Fate, although you sometimes do some unexpected things, it doesn't stop you from being a kind person."

As for "The Moon" Emlyn, this guy didn't really have a relationship with Ron, but seeing that the Sun beside him had said the same thing, he wasn't about to be outdone and retorted:

"Well, although you can be a bit harsh at times, you're still a very knowledgeable guy!"

Upon hearing this, the "dummy" world also jumped out, and said with a serious expression:

"Yes, Mr. Fate, although you sometimes like to play pranks, you always stand up for others in crucial moments. And no matter how poor or rich others are, you treat them all the same. You are a kind and good-hearted guy, but you are also a guy who is not good at expressing himself."

"If I have the chance, I will definitely explain these things to you."

Ron's face grew darker with each concerned statement from the Tarot Club members, until he heard the final rambling from "The World," at which point he growled in a low voice:

"Enough! I'm not dead yet! Who are you holding a funeral for?!"

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent, save for a low chuckle coming from the head of the bronze table.

Upon hearing this, the members of the Tarot Club were taken aback, and then they sensed that something was wrong.

In such a somber environment.

They accidentally used too much force, and it seems they blurted out what was on their minds.

After all, it is only after a person dies that relatives or friends will speak their most sincere, practical, and deeply hidden thoughts in front of the tombstone.

At that moment, everyone except "Justice" awkwardly turned their heads to look around, revealing a guilty conscience and an expression of complete ignorance.

"As expected of someone from the Tarot Club, their acting is surprisingly good!"

The blond youth curled his lip in disdain, ignoring the offense. He simply sighed softly, rested his elbows on the long bronze table, crossed his hands, and propped his chin on them before slowly saying:

"Even if the world is destroyed, my will will not be destroyed. Millions of years later, I will put on a show of weeping and wailing in front of your graves so that you can feel my care for you."

Listen to this, such a niche language!

Millions of years—the history of this world isn't even millions of years old!

Everyone in the Tarot Club, even Rosell who was just watching from the sidelines, fell silent, suddenly realizing that they had been worrying for no reason.

Their lives are far more fragile than Ron's. Sleeping is not the same as death. They might just be sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and it's questionable whether their tombstones will still be there by then.

After all, even angels have a literal lifespan limit!

Following Ron's hint, "Justice" Audrey pursed her lips, a strange and inexplicable emotion welling up inside her.

"The gods see the world differently than humans. Hmm, millions of years...that's a really long time. Mr. Ron, are you telling us to cherish ourselves?"

"Why didn't he just say it directly? I'll go see him after the party; he definitely didn't tell me the truth!"

After mentally puffing out her cheeks in a "fierce" gesture, Audrey finally felt a little relieved. However, instead of observing the other members as usual, she stared intently at Ron.

"Ugh, the stench of being in love..."

Klein, the "Fool" who sat atop the gray fog, watched all this quietly without saying much.

He'd seen plenty of little brats' tricks before; he'd been heartbroken for a while when this kid faked his death last time.

From that moment on, he became skeptical of any nonsense Ron uttered.

The blond boy glanced around, cleared his throat, and said:

"Everyone, there's no need to be impatient. You're not even demigods; knowing too much will only do you no good."

"However, I believe you should strive to become stronger and pursue higher levels. The end of the world is near, and I can foresee that the entire world will experience tremendous turmoil in the future."

"Especially some of you."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, just as Klein had expected, his gaze fell on the silent mannequin "World".

"The Magician" Fors also sat up straight as if by reflex, and only relaxed again after seeing that Ron was not looking at him.

Ron wasn't lying; when all the uniqueness and materials were gathered, the entire universe would be destroyed.

At that time, although he will definitely place the planet that carries the anchor in a safe place, when it comes to the critical moment of the struggle, no one can guarantee anything.

If you try your best to become stronger, your chances of survival will always increase.

As soon as the blond-haired boy finished speaking, he sat down on the bronze high-backed chair and remained silent, quietly observing the expressions of the Tarot Club members.

Some were joyful, some were worried, some frowned in thought, and some were careless.

"Sigh, it seems we really need to speed things up."

Ron sighed inwardly. If these guys weren't so interesting, he wouldn't have bothered to remind them.

The tarot reading fell silent amidst the somber atmosphere. After a few seconds, "The Magician" Fors looked around, raised his hand, and said:

"Everyone, I have a question. Why did the two princes of the Kingdom of Rune rebel in succession within less than a year?"

Is this a distortion of morality, or a decline in humanity?

She silently added a phrase often used in the Intis newspaper.

Princes, one after another, plotting rebellion?

The familiar vocabulary seemed to stir everyone's nerves, causing both those who knew the situation and those who were unaware to look at the composed "Emperor."

It wasn't until then that "The Fool" Klein, who was watching all this, realized that there was a world's number one traitor in the Tarot Club.

Faced with this blatant gaze, Roselle turned green with rage. Dressed in his distinctive, flamboyant feathered outfit, he said with a look of indignation:

"I've reformed, it's none of my business!"

"Nobody asked Him if He had ever reformed. Emperor Roselle is actually feeling guilty? No, He has nothing to do with this matter at all. The reason He's feeling guilty is probably because he's worried this matter might affect Him. Would He organize similar activities in Intis?"

"And what's wrong with Emperor Roselle? He doesn't act like a ruler at all; rather, he seems to have invented a term, something like a mockery."

Upon realizing this, the noblewoman quickly stopped herself from speaking. Elegant girls shouldn't swear, so she cleverly skipped over that point.

As for "The Hermit" Cattleya, she couldn't bear to look. Luckily, most people didn't know about her relationship with Roselle, otherwise she would have wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

The magician glanced around, somewhat discouraged that no one had answered her question in a short time. Her eyes flickered, and she suddenly noticed Ron's hesitant expression. She quickly and happily said:

"Mr. Fate, do you know?"

Nonsense, it's all related to me, how could I not know?

Ron's expression remained unchanged. He skipped over the question and asked, feigning confusion:

"What, could it be that you're a descendant of royalty who was lost to the world? I couldn't tell!"

Fors' smile froze on her face, but fortunately Ron only made a casual remark before asking:

"You're not suggesting that you have a friend who has an irreconcilable conflict with the royal family, and you want to find out the details to resolve the conflict, are you?"

How did He know that?!

No, He has been in contact with me and Hugh many times. For a deity, these things cannot be kept secret from the other party. This is too much of a cheating.

The "magician" smiled reluctantly; being silently spied on in one's secrets always evokes a sense of dread.

Not to mention, as a citrus novelist, she has countless thoughts in her mind, some of which can be shared with others, while others need to be kept strictly confidential.

"How could that be? You're overthinking it. I was just asking out of curiosity."

The timid "magician," like a rabbit, shrank back into himself and prepared to consult Mr. "Fool" when he had time, or perhaps try to find out from the wealthy Miss Audrey.

"You're really boring," Ron muttered, then tapped the bronze table and said, "Both of these things are related to me."

"You all probably know that the Rune royal family is secretly selling slaves and kidnapping people. I just exposed this last week in an attempt to make the Rune royal family realize their mistakes and abdicate. But they just tried to fool me with a prince."

"Edessa Augustus is similar. I mean, if your friend really has a grudge, I might help her out for your sake!"

My pride?

Fors was taken aback and flattered. He never expected that he would have any face in front of this god who always liked to play tricks on people.

Just as she was about to express her gratitude, she heard the "Emperor" across the bronze table chuckle at Ron and say:

"You're not planning to use this as an excuse to claim there are corrupt officials around the King of Rune, then storm the palace and seize the throne, are you?"

"However, if you don't want to cause chaos, you must ensure that most of the ministers and nobles are on your side."

See? That's what you call professional!

Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered something to himself.

The blond boy neither objected nor agreed:

"This is a good thing; at least both sides save face."

After saying that, he looked at Fors, whose face had turned pale, and smiled like a cunning golden fox.

"I'll come find you after the party!"

what?

I?

Participating in the plan to overthrow the monarchy?

I'm only Sequence Six, and Hugh is only Sequence Seven!

You're not serious, are you?!

Fors Wall's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She never expected things to develop this way, and she wanted nothing more than to slap herself repeatedly.

"Serves you right for being so talkative! You didn't get much information and you even got yourself into trouble. Why don't you go ask Miss Audrey?"

She slumped into the bronze high-backed chair, her mind a jumble of thoughts, filled with the idea that Ron would come to see her after the party.

The members looked at each other, until finally, the silent mannequin "World" spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Which of you possesses the master eye of a demonic sorcerer, the true soul of a spirit predator, or traces of these extraordinary beings?"

Although "The World" was subtly consulting everyone in the Tarot Club, his gaze swept back and forth between Ron and The Sun.

The former definitely has the sorcerer's potion, while the latter is because although these monsters don't exist outside, Silver City might have them.

Although Ron promised to give him the main ingredients for the Trickster's potion if things went well, it's always good to have a backup plan.

The blond boy snorted irritably and said:

"The Spirit Raiders are in Calderon City, a city in the Spirit Realm. Perhaps you could try your luck there. As for sorcery and evil spirits, there's a city-state near Silver City that has them."

Only free-range cats can develop strength. Ron didn't want Klein to be unable to even catch "mice." Ron had been consciously training him all along, but he still felt that Klein was too weak to handle.

When the topic turned to Silver City, Taiyang instinctively puffed out his chest and honestly replied:

"Mr. World, I'll check the data and ancient books when I get back."

"Your honesty and kindness shame me." The dummy "World" nodded in a perfunctory manner.

As for the subsequent transactions, they were rather uninteresting.

"Justice" Audrey sought to purchase the formula and main ingredients for a Sequence 5 potion. After a long period of digestion, and given Ron's high rank and special status, the noble lady felt that the potion would be digested quickly.

The Hermit did not propose any deal, but simply agreed to a "Judge" trait deal with the Magician and then observed everything from the sidelines.

As for the Sun potion and its recipe, these were exchanged as a bonus during the trade between Silver City and Ron, while the Moon and the Hanged Man were only being processed during the potion-consuming period, so there wasn't much desire to buy them.

The former is a step further and becomes a demigod, while the latter is simply poor.

As the transaction drew to a close, the "Emperor," who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke:

"I need a level 0 sealed item!"

You look like a level 0 sealed artifact!

Ron's lips twitched; he knew without thinking that Russell was asking him for something.

However, the blond boy ignored him, pretending that even the wealthy landlord had no surplus grain, and deliberately asked loudly:

"How about I take you to the Church of the Seven Gods and steal a couple of items?"

Rosell's expression remained unchanged as he cleared his throat and said:

"That's not necessary. It's just that Trier is a complex place, and it's Trier in the Quaternary period."

He hesitated, unsure how to explain to so many people that there was a woman who looked exactly like him and was always going against him.

Damn mirror world!

(End of this chapter)