Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 566 Welcoming the Return of the Ancient Sun God, Please Accept the Old Dragon's Bow

On a bright and sunny afternoon, sunlight pierced through the thinner haze and poured down onto the bustling streets.

"Is that 67 Williams Street?"

Through the car window, Hugh and Fors looked toward the four-story luxury villa bathed in sunlight.

As the carriage drew closer, the luxurious and extravagant atmosphere of the villa became increasingly clear. However, this atmosphere, along with the afternoon sunlight, did not give the two men any confidence; instead, it made them even more nervous.

Ron Sothos, a super-rich philanthropist and owner of a million-dollar factory, has a name that has been spreading far and wide, but no one has been able to find any information about his address.

After getting off the carriage and paying the fare, Hugh and Fors stood at the entrance of the villa, looking up at the view.

Suddenly, as if a gust of evil wind had swept across their faces, the world before them turned black. Dark clouds swept in from above the villa, pressing down as if on their heads, instantly swallowing up all the sunlight in their sight.

"Hugh/Fors, something's not right here."

The bounty hunter and the writer were startled, their bodies trembling violently, their voices crackling with electronic sounds, and they huddled together in the middle of the bustling street.

The fact that a person's name, a tree's shadow, and MI9's personal verification meant that even demigods risked their demise, placed an extremely heavy psychological burden on the two of them.

My heart was pounding; the greatest fear of humankind is the unknown.

The villa before her eyes seemed to have turned into a terrifying abyss, so much so that the writer was inclined to retreat before she had even taken a single step inside.

"Ah, ha, ha, Hugh, let's come back tomorrow. I feel like I have a disease that makes me die if I enter a villa."

The old salted fish chuckled twice and, as always, chose to procrastinate.

"If you hadn't insisted on coming along, I would have gone in already!"

Not to be outdone, Xiu retorted to his friend, pounding his chest loudly as if to mask his nervousness and fear.

You're even talking about me now?

"Hugh, can you please let me go before you say that? It's not convincing at all!"

"In my opinion, the owner of this villa is definitely not a simple person. Can you feel it? As soon as I entered this area, I felt an extremely strong 'negative energy,' a hundred times more terrifying than Raphael's Cemetery!"

"The master of this place must have done a lot of bad things. He might even be a terrifying evil god who treats human life like dirt, kills without blinking an eye, and eats children!"

At this point, Fors Wall pointed to the thriving lawn, garden, shrubs, and fruit trees, saying:

"Look, maybe there's a rotting corpse buried beneath the soil in the garden, otherwise how could the vegetation grow so lushly?"

Even now, Miss Salty Fish is still trying to persuade her friend. She makes up a story with great seriousness, points to the villa without a single servant, and continues:

"Look at this huge villa, there's not a single servant. Don't you think this place is haunted?!"

"The walls here are so wide, maybe the master trapped all the servants inside, then used evil ritual magic to turn them into vengeful spirits, forcing them to clean his rooms!!!"

Fors almost growled these words, because she had already seen the wavering look on Hugh Deercha's face.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before.

"Really? Is it really as bizarre as you say?"

Great opportunity! There are other people here too; I'm sure I can persuade Hugh to go back.

Old Salted Fish never dreamed she'd encounter a stranger who'd play along. Without a second thought, she responded in a gossipy tone:

"Of course! What else did you think? This place must be inhabited by shady characters; otherwise, how come I couldn't find out who owns it?!"

"I'm telling you, you... Holy crap!!!"

As she spoke, she turned her head and then gasped, nearly fainting from shock.

There they saw the familiar blond boy standing behind them. Ron, carrying two small vegetable bags, was looking at the uninvited guest with a dark expression on his face.

He casually walked forward, and under the surprised gazes of the bounty hunter and the terrified gazes of Fors, he deliberately took out his key, locked the door, and then opened it again.

Upon seeing this, Fors's spiritual intuition suddenly gave her a very bad feeling. She chuckled twice and ran away.

"I forgot to turn off the gas wall light at home. I'll go back and check it now. Hugh, you need to explain the situation to Mr. Ron properly!"

"Mr. Ron, so you're the mastermind behind all this? Miss Audrey was acting on your orders?"

With his eyes fixed on Ron, the bounty hunter asked expectantly.

"The mastermind behind it all? You might as well call me the mastermind." The blond boy muttered under his breath, then slowly explained, "I only provided some small assistance, and I also have my own plans. If the Rune royal family isn't preoccupied with their own problems, my plans will inevitably be affected as well."

Despite Ron's rapid rise in popularity and the growing fame he enjoys, even distributing bread wouldn't be so easy if he didn't disrupt the royal family.

"This is a mutually beneficial thing."

"Besides, Audrey has dreams, I can't possibly not support her, can I? I wonder what it would be like to tease Queen Hall, clad in armor, wearing a crown, and with an air of majesty?"

The blond boy stroked his chin, glanced at Fors, who was stuck in the wall and struggling futilely, and continued to ask:

"Did the higher-ups at MI9 send you this letter? And why did they mention your father in it?"

Ron opened the envelope, shook out the blank letter inside, and handed it to Hugh, who was clearly in a daze.

"Hmph, don't make such a fuss. The letter is just a pretext. The most important thing is your father's wrongful conviction. As long as you come, it means the letter has been delivered."

"No matter what you think, this matter will inevitably be used by those with ulterior motives as a sharp knife against the royal family. And what you can ensure in this situation is that the sharp knife will not pierce yourself, but will pierce the enemy."

At this point, Ron stood up, patted the bounty hunter on the shoulder from above, and offered a rare word of comfort:

"You can go to Audrey. She can definitely help you trace back to the source and make the evildoers get what they deserve."

As for who the high-ranking MI9 officer who wrote the letter was, Ron didn't even need to think about it.

When he heard Hugh say that Bayam's lightning was really big, he knew that this matter was probably related to Klein.

After all, this guy had disguised himself as me and used his identity to cause trouble at the governor's mansion.

"So that's how it is, Mr. Ron! Why didn't you say so sooner? You made me worry for nothing!"

The bounty hunter breathed a sigh of relief, said nothing in the room, and turned to look at Fowles, who had been bricked into the wall by Ron, with only his head sticking out.

"Mr. Ron, I apologize on behalf of Fowles. Could you please...?"

"Can't you please keep your mouth shut? I have a feeling she'll get into big trouble sooner or later."

When Fowles heard the first half of the sentence, she was deeply moved, but when she heard the second half, her face suddenly turned deathly pale and all color drained from her.

"Hugh, you can't do this! Help me, Hugh!"

The writer knew all too well what would happen if she fell into Ron's hands.

The unruly teenagers will not stop until they are thoroughly disciplined and sweating profusely.

"Oh dear, how could I possibly accept this?"

"Otherwise, this time, I'll find a powerful spirit in the spirit world and lock them both up for a month. That should cure her bad habits."

The handsome young man stepped forward with a grin, clearly not intending to let the guy who was talking badly about him behind his back get away with it.

But just then, Ron stopped in his tracks, as if sensing something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the horizon.

………………

A land forsaken by God.

"One day, light was given."

"On the second day, air and living water are bestowed."

"Three days were given to the earth."

"On the fourth day, the calendar and the stars were bestowed."

"The fifth day, life is given."

"On the sixth day, freedom is granted."

"After seven days, the work of the Creator was completed, and all things were able to rest and recuperate."

Thus God said, and it was so.

The darkness that had shrouded the land of God's forsaken for thousands of years was dispelled by unparalleled light.

A luminous object seemed to appear in the sky, its light like hope, igniting the longing in the hearts of all the survivors.

"The Creator of all things, the all-knowing and all-powerful God!"

Faintly, such a call seemed to echo from this land, which was covered in darkness and scarred.

The polluted air was refreshed, and the foul-smelling, polluted rivers and lakes that had been stagnant for nearly a thousand years regained their vitality.

The rushing river seemed to have been reawakened by the Creator, and began its endless cycle of flow once more.

The earth is revitalized; grass, trees, fruit trees, and all sorts of plants sprout from the soil.

At this time, they were created by God, without any pollution or horrifying mutations. In the time it takes to utter a single word, they covered the entire dark and desolate continent.

Flocks of birds flew into the sky from who-knows-where, their colorful feathers dazzling the eye.

Countless animals emerged from the jungle; some ate grass, some meat, and some fruit, running freely in small groups in this reshaped world.

In an instant, the entire Eastern Continent was no longer lifeless, but shone with new brilliance as if it had been reborn.

Countless people wept, countless people prayed, countless people laughed, and countless people stood there stunned in disbelief.

The gods, traversing the sky and overlooking the earth, paid no heed to these survivors.

Thousands of years have passed, and even if He could reshape the earth, He could not return it to what it was before.

The Abyss of Storms.

"A dual-path true God, it is Him, it is the real Him, how is this possible!?"

In the land surrounded by thunder and lightning, a burly man with long, dark blue hair and a voice like muffled thunder stared at the land abandoned by the gods for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

To be honest, I've felt a bit guilty in front of my former boss, Leodoro, ever since we split up.

Even someone as reckless as Him understood that the days ahead would be difficult.

"What a nuisance! Those two must have been quite startled!"

Amidst thunderous laughter, Leodorus casually brandished his trident.

Although his relationship with his two former colleagues had never been good, Leodorus still had some faith in them when it came to matters of principle.

As his thoughts raced through his mind, a golden light radiating a purifying aura appeared in the tyrant's vision.

Do not act rashly; observe the situation calmly.

Upon seeing the contents of the ball of light, the tyrant snorted coldly:

"This is saying I'm reckless, damn it!!!"

He raised his hand and unleashed a bolt of lightning [fuck you], which instantly leaped to the divine realm of Intis at the speed of light particles.

A few minutes later, the familiar ball of light reappeared in the tyrant's sight. Leodorus disdainfully split it open with lightning to examine the information contained within.

[Herabergen did not respond; He disappeared. Where did He go?]

The ancient sun god looked down upon everything, his form completely obscured by light and white clouds.

What is that thing?

With a sweep of his deep gaze, he suddenly saw a giant dragon with a white beard and round eyes flying from afar.

"Herabergen!?"

The dragon was incredibly fast, its wings slicing through the air, its menacing scales reflecting a blinding light.

"Lord, you have suffered! I am innocent!!!"

Before the dragon arrived, its voice preceded it. It has to be said that after Ron's training, Herabogen's skin has become much thicker.

"I'm innocent, Lord! I'm innocent! I've missed you so much!!!"

He flew forward, shouting and with tears streaming down his face. Anyone who didn't know better would think that he was the ancient sun god who had been betrayed and killed.

The ancient sun god paused, as if he saw the shadow of a certain god in Herabgen's shamelessness.

He did not speak, but simply allowed the light and clouds to envelop him, still looking down on everything from his high position.

Upon seeing this, Herabergen immediately put on an extremely obsequious expression on his dragon-like face.

It's not that He was timid. If it were just an ancient sun god resurrected and returning, He, as a true god, wouldn't be so shameless as to act like this.

The problem is that when Ron sent Adam to resurrect himself, he sent a messenger to Heraborg with a letter.

Although the letter appears to be a free transaction, roughly meaning that you give me the uniqueness of the "Red Sacrifice" and I will save your life.

However, things are often not as they seem.

In Hrabergen's view, in this cold world, any verbal promise is worthless; it all depends on whether the other party is truly trustworthy.

But in the treacherous realm of the gods, integrity is often worthless; only self-interest is eternal.

"This isn't a letter at all! It's clearly telling me that if I don't obey, they'll kill me!"

The wise God of Knowledge and Wisdom understood!

At that moment, a cold snort suddenly came from between the white clouds and the light.

"The god of knowledge and wisdom, ah, how majestic."

Hrabergen's lips twitched, and he quickly lowered his voice and said obsequiously:

"My Lord, my God, empty names are all empty names; true wisdom comes from You."

This flattery put the ancient sun god in an awkward position; He was really having a headache dealing with such a shameless fellow.

To say that directly killing the other party would probably not be so easy, and would instead put this old dragon on the opposite side. But if he forgives the other party, it's not like the ancient sun god has any strange fetishes.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, through the clouds and sunlight, Herabergen seemed to catch a glimpse of his old boss's expression.

As the "god of knowledge and wisdom," His superior intelligence allowed Him to immediately understand His current situation.

Then sorrow arose in His heart, tears welled in His eyes, and He cried out:

"Lord, I'm innocent! It wasn't what you think at the time! I was forced into it!!!"

"I knew all along that Ocycus and Leodorus were up to no good. If I didn't take it, if I didn't make progress, they would kill me!"

"Besides, those gods back then couldn't stand to see you doing well. If I didn't take it, they couldn't take it either. They wouldn't be able to advance, and they would end up killing me!"

"I'm innocent!!! I've endured humiliation and hardship until today, just to keep my body useful and continue to be your servant!!!"

"I can't speak for Leodorus and Ocycus, but Old Dragon, I'm absolutely on your side!"

Ron, who was watching this scene from Backlund, was deeply shocked and murmured to himself:

"unbelievable!"

(End of this chapter)