Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 569 Amon: You may call me the Fool

What are you being sarcastic about?!

As a polite, self-respecting, and quite respectable evil being, Amon has never uttered a swear word since birth.

On the one hand, as the son of the ancient sun god and a historically renowned angel of time, He felt that this was beneath him.

On the other hand, it is naturally due to the burden of social status.

An angel king who constantly uses vulgar language like "WCNM," "GNMLGB," and "NND" is simply unbearable to watch.

Until He met Ron.

Hatred can distort a person beyond recognition. Grandpa Luo's cursing was filthy yet down-to-earth; he wanted to use the most vulgar language to describe his two mortal enemies.

Amon adjusted his monocle, sat silently on the sofa, and pondered deeply where his former politeness had gone.

"Ah, the closer a being is to Him, the more it will be influenced by Him. This is the suppression of those in higher positions by those in lower positions in the extraordinary world."

Even if the gods are unwilling, those in lower positions will naturally be affected, and over time they will no longer even recognize themselves…

"Impressive, impressive. Of course, we can't rule out that the Lord of Mysteries is also like that. Similar examples illustrate this well; the believers of each church have different ways of doing things..."

Glancing at Klein's face, which was even thicker than the "God of War's" defense, the Time Angel wholeheartedly agreed, feeling that half of Ron's blame should be removed and placed on the head of the old Celestial Venerable whom he had never met.

At this moment, when Amon saw Klein looking hesitant, he immediately knew that this guy must have come for something.

Then He curled the corners of His mouth and said with pleasure:

"Heh, now that you've given your advice, you can leave. Ron's lackeys aren't welcome here."

running dog……

What do you mean by "lackey"? You traitor who has served three masters...

Klein twitched his lips, but didn't dare utter the sarcastic remark aloud.

It wasn't Amon's fault that his father said it; if he had actually said it, he probably wouldn't be leaving the Backlund Workers' Association today.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Klein's lips curled into a forced smile, and he said:

"I've always believed that mutual benefit is a good thing, because it not only brings more benefits but also satisfies both parties."

"I just helped you figure some things out, and now I have a small favor to ask you for."

Klein immediately resorted to moral blackmail, leaving the Time Angel completely bewildered.

"Klein, I'll say it again, you're the most shameless person I've seen since the Second Epoch."

"What have you done to help me? Do you even consider those few words of advice helpful?"

"I'll figure it out sooner or later without you."

Time Angel crossed her legs, looked at the expressionless Klein, and the corners of her mouth turned up even higher.

Before Klein could react, He adjusted his monocle and continued:

"Oh~ Your Puppet Master potion has been digested. It seems you are preparing for your advancement ceremony as a Trickster."

"You stole my idea!?"

"No, I was just taking a quick look. I'm deciphering it based on the existing conditions. I'm afraid it would be dirty for me to steal your ideas."

"Klein, if you kneel down and beg me now, I might actually agree to your request."

You yourself said it's possible.

Klein silently cursed in his heart, immediately realizing that this was a scam by Amon.

If he actually did that, he would probably not only be ridiculed, but also rejected for similar reasons.

"Don't even think about it. Besides, if I really asked you, I'm afraid I wouldn't even meet the minimum requirements for the advancement ceremony of a sorcerer."

"To plot the elimination of a demigod from behind the scenes, the minimum requirement is to have complete control over the entire situation. If we follow Amon's logic, the drama is likely doomed to fail before the ritual even begins."

This is the second instance of deception in that sentence. If you don't know much about this, you could easily be fooled.

Amon ignored the Puppet Master's refusal, instead clapping his hands twice in "approval" and leisurely saying:

"Impressive, impressive. I didn't expect you to be able to see that. You've become quite cunning in the past few months since I last saw you."

"But I'm still very curious, how will you manipulate the situation like a puppet to get my help?"

"Bribe me with benefits? Or put on a show for me? Or make empty promises?"

Juggling? Juggling my ass!

You gods and angels, don't you all have that serious illness?

Even though he knew Amon wouldn't say anything nice, Klein almost coughed up blood in frustration when he heard that word.

Without hesitation, he immediately changed his tune and sneered:

"Well, it seems I can't complete my mission. I can only tell Ron everything I've seen and heard here."

"Also, I will truthfully relay to your father that you made your dear uncle, who is me, kneel down."

"Including how you deceived the people of Backlund, how you used them to achieve your shady goals, and how you shamelessly took all the credit for yourself."

"By the way, even if you stole my memories and thoughts, I have a backup of the reminder on the Source Castle. Once I realize that I can't remember anything, I will go to your fathers and tell them the truth."

"Given their abilities and their far superior status compared to yours, do you think they could uncover the truth?"

"There's a huge difference between doing it intentionally and accidentally. The latter will make people think you've done something forgivable, while the latter will only get you a beating."

The best way to deal with a naughty child is to call their parents, no matter how many thousands of years the child has lived!

Only then did Klein reveal his arrogant attitude, disregarding life and death.

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Upon witnessing such despicable and shameless remarks, the gleeful smile on the Time Angel's face vanished instantly. He instinctively reached out his palm, intending to steal all of this bastard's memories, but his palm stopped a second later.

Okay, okay, so this is how you play, huh?

Damn it!

Amon adjusted his glasses, a menacing smile spreading across his face, exuding a dangerous aura as he said:

"Aren't you afraid I'll keep you imprisoned here indefinitely, or just kill you? You have some nerve; no one in thousands of years has ever dared to speak to me like that!"

Really? You've seen it for yourself today!

Klein silently retorted in his heart, then mimicked Amon's cheerful smile and said:

"You wouldn't do that, because it's simply not worth it. Based on what I know of you, you would never do a business that loses money."

"You're welcome to try imprisoning me; who knows how your old father might beat you up~"

Although he, Klein, is only Sequence Five, he's a big shot. No, he's someone who's just using someone else's connections.

At this moment, the Time Angel finally sensed the true nature of the diviner: the essence of this extraordinary path was not cowardice, but rather cunning and wickedness.

It is a style that is completely different from fraud, yet quite similar.

For a good ten seconds, as he imagined his stepfather, who never held back when beating him, and his biological father, who never laid a hand on him but only lectured him, Shi Tian's head was about to explode.

These two are truly two living fathers!

"Klein, I remember Russell once said a proverb that fits you perfectly right now: 'A dog relies on its master's power.'"

"You should be glad, because if I were the original body, I definitely wouldn't have agreed to your request!"

"Why doesn't the main body agree?" Klein asked curiously, ignoring the sarcasm in Amon's words.

Shi Tian adjusted his monocle and said matter-of-factly:

"Heh, the main body went to the Eastern Continent. The distance is too far and the memories of both sides cannot be synchronized for the time being. However, based on my speculation about the main body's nature, if He knows that I made certain choices that led to Him being beaten up, He will definitely come to make trouble for me."

"Therefore, I can only be more conservative in controlling the options."

You're making things difficult for yourself. What an utterly pathetic loser!

Klein was greatly shocked, but after seeing the expression on Amon's clone's face, he wisely swallowed his complaints.

Actually, there was another crucial reason that Amon didn't mention: Klein's timing was too perfect. The ancient sun god had just been resurrected, and this guy came straight to their door, making it hard for Amon not to have any doubts.

"Hmph, tell me your plan. Which demigod do you want to kill? Don't blame me for not warning you, if you make me take action directly, your ritual will definitely fail."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the office immediately calmed down, unlike the tense atmosphere before.

Klein stroked his chin, leaned forward mysteriously, and whispered:

Have you ever heard of the great "Fool"?

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Eastside.

"Origin of all calamities, symbol of destruction and the end of the world, witch who rules chaos, I beg you, I beg your gaze, I beg your help, I am willing to offer my soul and flesh."

In a cluttered room, three candles flickered, their flames dispelling the gloom of the bedroom. As ancient giants spoke, the bright yellow flames danced on and off, as if something unseen was gently passing through the room with its doors and windows closed.

Whoosh~

The next second, the flames on the three white candles suddenly ignited and shot up, the bright yellow flames turning pitch black in the blink of an eye, circling around the material carried by the spiritual wind.

In this extremely quiet environment, a strange sound of a mirror shattering rang out. Although the sound was very faint, it was still clearly audible.

Ka Ka Ka Ka

The sound of the mirror shattering suddenly increased, one after another without any interval, and finally, accompanied by a sharp sound that could pierce a person's eardrum, a simple, ancient mirror covered with cracks suddenly appeared in Triss's eyes.

A shrunken, dried-out, translucent heart struggled to squeeze out of the mirror and landed with a thud on the tidy table.

At the same time, an eerie atmosphere instantly filled the entire room, chilling and damp, enveloping everyone in the apartment in a deathly desolation.

Triss Chick was overjoyed and immediately took out a mirror and the various colors of hair she had collected.

They attempted to inflict a curse on all the men, women, the elderly, and children in the apartment, sacrificing their countless suffering souls to the "Primordial One."

"This is your honor. Your miserable lives will end here. Men will no longer toil, women will no longer weep, the old will no longer go hungry, and children will no longer grieve."

Klein was right; bad is bad, and no amount of love can cover it up.

At that moment, a cheerful voice suddenly rang out in the silent room, where only the moonlight and the dark candlelight lingered.

"If I were you, I would know better than to fight back. Don't you know that I have the protection of the entire working class in Backlund?"

"who!?"

The sudden cacophony startled Triss Chick, who abruptly ended the ritual before completing the final sacrifice, turning her head to look behind her.

Under the moonlight, a monocle reflected a crimson hue, black curly hair was covered by a pointed wizard's hat, and a mysterious wizard's robe further shrouded the visitor in shadow.

"Who are you?" Triss Chick took a step back, looking warily at Amon, completely unaware that in the blink of an eye, her room had been completely occupied by Amon and his men.

"Who am I? Sometimes I wonder that too, but for now, you can call me..."

"Fool."

Damn it, I made you the messenger of the "fool," not the "fool" himself!

Klein, watching from the Source Castle, was furious. He never expected that someone would impersonate him, a fraud.

Mr. Fool's plan was simple: to use Amon's force to get a photo taken with him, thus providing Triss Chick with an opportunity for revenge.

"Triss is just bad and schizophrenic, not stupid. Even if she became a demigod, she wouldn't assassinate George III without allies."

Therefore, someone with a formidable reputation in the mystical world, capable of overturning the entire chessboard, is quite necessary.

In Klein's mind, as long as Triss Chick dared to pray to "The Fool" when she was isolated, helpless, and without hope, then his plan would already be more than half complete.

"Yes, I promise to help her take revenge, and I will really take action. Those many level-zero sealed artifacts on Source Castle aren't just for show. We'll wipe out George III and Triss in one fell swoop, killing them all."

Imagination is wonderful, of course. Klein didn't dare to think about killing the angel, but he was still very confident that he could kill Triss with so many level zero sealed artifacts.

As for whether it will ultimately succeed, and what the assassination plan will be, he has no detailed plan, because the current intelligence is very lacking, especially regarding the assassination target itself.

"A fool?"

Upon hearing this ancient Fusak word, Triss's round face suddenly turned deathly pale. She never imagined that she would be targeted by a god.

And what's more, he actually came in person!

Taking a deep breath, Triss Chick composed herself and tentatively asked softly:

"I've heard of you; I've heard that the organization that follows you is a secret religious order."

"Witch, you must not tempt the gods. I have no connection with the secret order; they simply worship me."

Amon chuckled softly, and layers of murmurs spread out, these murmurs like steel needles piercing the witch's ear canal, peeling away layer after layer of her snow-white, delicate skin, as tender as mutton fat.

Ka Ka Ka Ka

"Aaaaaah!!!"

A series of mirror shattering and ear-piercing screams echoed from inside the room. Triss Chick's figure disappeared and reappeared, reappeared and disappeared again, until finally, exhausted of her spirituality, she clutched her head and rolled frantically on the ground.

Numb fleshy buds rose up, resembling transparent worms. The witch rolled on the ground in pain, and the sound of bones cracking and dislocating came from her body.

This scene sent chills down Klein's spine, and he immediately realized that the usually cheerful Amon was actually so dangerous.

"Damn, looks like I can't go too far in the future... Wait, is He doing this on purpose to show me?"

Mr. Fool rubbed his teeth and decided that he should follow his heart from now on.

Under the crimson moonlight, the Time Angel laughed with great pleasure. He adjusted his monocle, crafted from crystal, and manipulated the Time Worm parasitizing Triss's body, causing her to utter a difficult incantation:

"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."

Isn't that enough? Why bother negotiating or gaining trust when dealing with such a weakling?

Direct and forceful control.

Thinking of this, Amon immediately smiled and raised his head to face the "Fool" who was spying above the gray fog, as if mocking the true nature of Klein as a fraudulent god.

Practice makes perfect!

(End of this chapter)