Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 562 Mr. Fool is indeed awesome

Berklund Street.

Ron stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the master bedroom, watching the nearly fifty-year-old butler nimbly lift the manhole cover and enter.

"Fate is truly amazing. I never imagined I'd have such a connection with these sewers."

The blond boy never forgot that this was the place where he first met Hazel.

Although it had been several months since they last met, the two or three letters that arrived every week still left Ron with a deep impression of the girl.

After all, every time Hazel wrote a letter, she would end it with a promise to lure the blond boy to her house.

For example, her house is very big, her cat can do backflips, and her parents are not home every night, etc.

Therefore, the idea that there can be pure friendship between men and women is a lie.

What reason could a friend of the opposite sex have to stick to you all the time, besides wanting your body?

Bathed in the crimson moonlight, Ron muttered to himself:

"It's all because I'm too handsome!"

Shameless!

Hearing this muttering, Klein glanced at the boy out of the corner of his eye, silently cursing in his heart.

Before he could offer any opinion, the boy said again:

"They pressured her, hunted her down, reported her, made her restless, and forced her to teeter on the edge of life and death."

Only in this way can genuine despair, resentment, and bitterness be generated.

"Heh, if that witch were the protagonist of a popular novel, you'd still be helping her."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, the tightly sealed manhole cover opened once again.

"Help her? You mean I'm just a free experience point giver? You've said all the right things..."

If Triss Chick's crimes fell into Klein's hands, he would gladly shoot her, whether it was too little or too much.

However, Mr. Fool is a kind-hearted man who is not good at manipulating Ron's mind and adheres to the Gehrman-Sparrow style of painless execution.

"Everyone who used it said it was great; not a single person gave it a bad review..."

Klein mentally complained, while at the same time manipulating the puppet with a complicated expression, making it instantly leap onto a shallow puddle in the small waterway.

In the dark and gloomy sewers, a cool breeze gently caressed the illusory spirits of the vengeful ghosts.

If you look closely under these circumstances, you will find a blood-red figure flashing by in a shallow puddle on the smooth metal surface.

His body was ethereal, his clothes were tattered, and there were hideous, rotting, and festering scars on his face and chest.

The facial features had long since disappeared, twisted into a jumbled mess by an unknown force, and just one glance was enough to evoke a sense of utter horror and fear.

The stench of decay surrounded the vengeful spirit puppet for several meters, but as the spirit materialized, the smell disappeared.

Frankly, given how disgusting this puppet is, if it weren't a vengeful spirit, Klein would rather not accept Lord Ron's feeding.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have let him fight. I could have just tackled Triss and solved everything. She would have felt the deepest, most painful despair..."

Hearing the Puppet Master's soft mutterings, Ron's golden eyes suddenly lit up for a moment, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"Klein, the living devil still needs you. If that's the case, I'll find you some more rotting giants, or some cross-species beast-type dire wolves or something..."

Klein's lips twitched, and he said angrily:

"Shut up! I'm a master of surrogates, not a morbid fascination, and I certainly don't make art films!"

He found it strange that Ron could always find some odd way out of those strict rules of acting.

After all, there is no essential difference between hiding behind the scenes and using puppets to guide the development of drama and hiding behind the scenes to make art films with puppets.

Who says art films can't be considered drama?

"who!?"

A clear female voice suddenly rang out from the darkness ahead where the vengeful spirits were moving.

The voice was especially clear in the darkness. Although it sounded crisp, sweet, and confident, the slight panting at the end of the note still gave Klein a clue.

Are you injured?

In the long, dark sewers, in a secluded corner, a witch lies wounded and unable to move, her heart filled with loneliness and helplessness…

Can you stack your buff even higher?

Klein shook his head violently, glared at Ron who had led him astray, and without hesitation, immediately manipulated the puppet, releasing an extremely cold and sinister aura.

In an instant, countless ice crystals spread from the puddle where the vengeful spirits were attached, so fast that no one could react in such a dim environment.

In an instant, Triss Chick was enveloped in layers of menacing ice crystals.

With her smooth black hair, round face, and long, narrow eyes, Triss's features, though not particularly striking individually, combined to create a gentle and sweet appearance. She cautiously stepped back.

"Who are you!?"

In the dimly lit sewers, the only source of light in the witch's hand disappeared.

As she retreated rapidly, she laid down countless invisible spider webs, spreading a wide range of diseases.

Sequence Five, "The Witch of Pain," has a frantic spiritual intuition warning that something invisible, dangerous, and capable of threatening her life exists nearby.

Klein remained silent and made no further attack; he simply manipulated the puppet to jump back and forth on the surface of the ice crystals.

When it comes to understanding witches, Klein knows them all too well. The extraordinary beings of this path have extremely sensitive spiritual intuition. Although they are not as sensitive as diviners, they can still sense danger approaching quietly with each mirror jump of a vengeful spirit.

Klein prefers to feign an attack rather than launch a direct assault.

The spider silk was activated with terrifying efficiency, in front, behind, above, and below. In just a breath, more than a dozen spider silk threads sensed the approaching enemy.

Based on the feedback from the spider silk, Triss warily changed her position to avoid being sneakily attacked by the extraordinary beings hiding in the shadows.

She turned three times to the left and three times to the right, but she still felt that something was wrong.

"Damn it! He's playing me!"

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, as if she had realized something, and her face turned extremely pale.

What angered her even more was that when she stopped, the danger of the rapid movement also ceased, further confirming Triss Chick's suspicions.

How shameless!

She cursed inwardly, but her face returned to its usual expression. She straightened her clothes and said in a clear voice:

"Ha, vengeful spirits? Since when did Rune have cowardly creatures like you?"

"You're not from MI9, are you?"

"I don't believe we are enemies. I even received a promise from the God of Time and Space just a few days ago."

At this critical juncture, the arrival of vengeful spirits made her think twice.

No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!

In Dawn Dantes' bedroom, Ron shook his head and nodded toward Klein.

The Puppet Master nodded, manipulating the puppet to change its position once more, and said in a hoarse and deep voice:

"Ha, you're lying!"

Feeling the shifting gaze on the ice crystals, Triss tugged at her collar and said softly:

"But that's not important. What's important now is that the God of Time and Space has given me a chance to worship, and you, as a vengeful spirit, should show respect to your god."

"Ha, the God of Time and Space is nothing but bullshit!"

Suddenly, the vengeful spirit spoke in a hoarse voice, with genuine sincerity.

Inside Dawn Dantes's mansion, Klein comforted Ron with a smile.

"Don't mind it, I'm just acting, don't take it seriously!"

He laughed especially happily, as if his words had come from the bottom of his heart.

You'd better be acting!

The blond boy snorted coldly, his golden eyes fixed on Klein's upturned lips.

Not one of His people...

Inside the sewer, Triss paused for a moment, then quickly composed herself and said calmly:

"That's not important. To be honest, in the end, it was just a matter of mutual exploitation between me and that person."

"And we have no enmity between us. Perhaps I can let you experience true pleasure, right here~"

"How is it?"

As she spoke, she raised her arm and unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and delicate, beautiful collarbones.

A slight blush appeared on Triss's face, and she exuded a unique feminine charm at that moment.

In Klein's perception, everything around the puppet was still dim, but the witch in front of him suddenly became extremely dazzling, and every smile and frown was full of arousing aura.

That's it?

However, who is Klein? Having watched many erotic films featuring witches, he has absolutely no interest in films that only show collarbones.

His will had long since become strong and unyielding, and he would not be tempted in the slightest.

'They chose seduction; it seems they've realized the disease they've been secretly spreading isn't working on their secret partners?'

Below the high sequence, most extraordinary beings in the middle and low sequences have certain weaknesses, and vengeful spirits are undoubtedly more effective against witches.

Those who achieve this extraordinary path possess extremely powerful vitality and can become spirits to avoid most damage, even evading the diseases spread by the "Witch of Pain".

In this situation, ice spears and spider silk lose most of their effectiveness, and relying solely on black flames and curses that can harm spirits is clearly insufficient.

"The best way would be to use the witch's advantages to take the initiative to negotiate peace, or even to directly seduce me. Unfortunately, my puppet doesn't have that kind of function at all..."

With thoughts racing through his mind, Klein did not hesitate at all. He immediately manipulated the puppet to reveal its form, displaying its twisted features, rotting and festering body, and a stench comparable to that of the East District garbage disposal plant.

"vomit……"

A pungent, fishy stench hit her eyes, and Triss Chick immediately vomited up all the bread and milk she had just eaten.

She quickly took two steps back, and layers of ice walls suddenly rose in front of her, attempting to block the bio-weapon that had been fermenting in the land abandoned by the gods for thousands of years.

Pleasure with something like that? Not even the Primordial Witch could do that, let alone her!

"Ugh...you, you're not a vengeful spirit, you're, ugh, a puppet!!!"

We've been tricked again! No, we've been guided and manipulated by the other side using information to control the situation!

Triss narrowed her long, narrow eyes, seemingly retreating, but actually manipulating the spider silk to block the vengeful spirit puppet, buying herself some time to escape.

She had come here because of her injury, and now, facing a relatively restrained vengeful spirit puppet and a controller whose whereabouts are unknown, she was at a complete disadvantage.

Without a sound, a terrifying shriek, faster than a spider's web, pierced through the ice wall and tore through Triss Chick's thoughts.

The resentful soul screams!

The Witch of Pain's head throbbed with pain, and her thoughts suddenly froze. Her rapidly retreating body also stopped in place, quickly shrinking and elongating into a slender magic wand broken in two.

Triss's figure suddenly vanished, and even the vengeful spirits could not find any trace of her presence.

"The witch's invisibility?"

Klein knows this all too well. Even though you can turn invisible and avoid damage from extraordinary abilities, it doesn't mean you can rest easy!

He cleared his throat, manipulating the vengeful spirit puppet, and said in a mocking tone:

"Triss, if I remember correctly, that's your name, right? Your wanted posters were everywhere in Tingen a while ago. I never imagined you'd become a woman."

"I heard you and Edsac Augustus had a pretty good relationship. I wonder if that prince will curse you and resent you after he dies. You deceived him and passed on misfortune to him."

"I'm really curious, if he knew the whole truth and saw your old photos, what would he think? Would he still love you so much? He'd probably hate you to death by now, wouldn't he?"

"If we could do it all over again, he would probably shut you out from the start, hehehe."

At this moment, Klein increasingly felt like a villain who bullied others by abusing his power.

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely venomous and shrill scream rang out beside the vengeful spirit:

"You must die!!!"

Triss Chick didn't try to escape; instead, she quietly lurked around, attempting to deliver a fatal blow to the Wraith Doll.

Layers of black flames rose from the ice crystals, and countless spider silks seemed to be strengthened at this moment. They were no longer as powerless as before, but instead wrapped around like ropes, instantly trapping the vengeful spirits in a ball.

Don't hit someone in the face, and don't insult someone by revealing their shortcomings. After spending a lot of time with Ron, Klein has obviously picked up some of his sharp tongue traits as well.

With just a few words, Triss Chick completely broke down.

"You must die! You must die!!!"

"You know absolutely nothing, what right do you have to talk to me like that?!"

What Klein said was exactly what Triss was most hesitant about; if she had to do it all over again, the prince probably wouldn't choose her.

If this is true, it means that her sacrifice of her soul to the evil god and her relentless pursuit of revenge for the prince have all become a joke.

Even the clowns in the circus aren't as funny as her.

Even in this critical moment, Klein remained unyielding in his words. Even though the invisible spider silk had sealed the puppet's mouth, he still managed to speak through his throat:

"In this world, everyone has the right to criticize you. Am I wrong?"

"Based on the horrific atrocities you've committed, you have no right to defend yourself. How many people have you killed? How many have died because of you? Don't you have any sense of right and wrong?"

"It is no surprise that nearly half of the crew on the Clover died at your instigation, and Edsac Augustus eventually died because of you as well."

"Do I even need to explain whose fault this is?"

Klein wouldn't hold back against such ruthless cultists. If Ron weren't still useful, he probably would have already smashed Triss's skull with Deathstroke in hand.

"you!!!"

The invisible spider silk suddenly tightened, and Triss Chick was rendered speechless by Klein's retort. Her face turned pale, and she took two steps back in disbelief, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"It's all because of me?"

Her voice trembled slightly as she asked, as if talking to herself.

Silence reigned in the dimly lit sewers, then a piercing, maniacal laugh erupted:

"Hahahaha..."

"You! Are! Lying! To! Me!"

"They forced me into this! You have no right to judge me! You don't understand at all!!!"

"This is how the world is, full of dead people and killings. I didn't want it to be like this, but they forced me into it!"

"Did you see that? Do you know how those gangsters treated me when I was a kid? They made me beg, and all I got every day was moldy bread. They beat and verbally abused me all the time. I had no choice but to steal, cheat, and rob."

"That's just how the world is, that's how most people are. Those nobles, bankers, and factory owners have killed far more people than I have. What are the few I've killed compared to that?"

"Everyone is like that. With just a little instigation, they can reveal their true nature and go on to kill, rape, or rob."

"They can take other people's lives for profit, so why can't I? I just wanted to be stronger, and I just made the mistake that most people would make."

"What did I do wrong!"

Triss Chick questioned him as she breathed heavily, as if trying to convince herself. Her eyes gradually hardened, as if she had found a life motto to live by.

However, Klein wouldn't let her off the hook, and he manipulated the puppet to sneer:

"If others enjoy eating shit, you'd want to eat it too?"

For a moment, the entire sewer was silent, then erupted in a furious, piercing scream:

"You must die!!!"

Ron, standing in Dawn Dantes' bedroom, was dumbfounded. He'd broken down in just a few words?

As expected of "The Fool," he's truly amazing.

The boy reached out his left hand and quietly tugged at Klein's sleeve, whispering:

"That's enough. Don't make her lose control, or the Primordial Witch won't come."

(End of this chapter)