Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 576 Klein: You've cut off my livelihood, you've met your demise!

As Emperor Roselle once said, "Those who understand the times are the heroes."

Ron has done this kind of thing more than once or twice: falsely accusing someone of something even remotely related.

This results in victims generally finding themselves unable to win a fight, and unable to win a reasoned fight either.

If you're going to rob someone, just rob them. Why do you need a reason?

Leodorus felt a surge of anger rising in his chest and roared:

"That's exactly what you wanted!"

All that nonsense about standing up for believers is just making excuses!

Although he knew that having a powerful father was not a good thing, Leodorus never imagined that one day he would be blocked at the gates of the divine kingdom for such a reason.

Upon hearing this, Ron was greatly surprised and said:

"You can eat whatever you want, and you can say whatever you want, but when did I say I was going to forcibly take you away?!"

"I'm doing this to vent my anger for my followers, so don't get involved!"

At this point, the blond boy hummed again:

"If I were you, I would have no face to live and would have knelt down and handed over my uniqueness long ago."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, Leodorus's face turned green. It was the first time he had ever seen such a despicable fellow who could do bad things so brazenly and still find excuses to absolve himself of all responsibility.

Are you a non-stick pan?

In the pitch-black void, only the boy and the storm remain.

Violent lightning bolts struck outwards in succession, but their paths were incredibly short, vanishing in an instant and being completely reduced to nothingness by the end.

At this moment, Leodorus still wanted to struggle, trying to unleash a storm that would affect the entire planet, or to wield the power of a tyrant to create natural disasters.

However, these attempts were ultimately futile, and they were unable to escape the area affected by Ron.

The difference in their social standing is too great; to Ron, Leodorus is more like a giant battery.

"The difference in social standing is too great..."

Trapped in the void, Leodorus's head twitched, and he said in a stern voice:

"Aren't you afraid that the Creator will return!?"

"I can feel His presence, and I can also feel His hostility and hatred towards you!"

"If we retreat now, there's still room for maneuver!"

This is why the Seven Gods believed they could control Ron, and it is also the truest thought in the hearts of most gods.

Although the true gods cannot contend with this great father who returned from the spirit world, the indelible will within their divinity, which is almost one with them, can pose a certain threat.

Ron frowned and said coldly, "Are you threatening me?"

"I'm just stating the facts, you can leave now!"

The tyrant's voice boomed like thunder. Seeing that Ron did not make a move immediately, he felt more confident.

To be frank, for Ron, these true gods were indeed like ticking time bombs with hidden dangers.

However, given the combination of their extraordinary properties, the existence of these bombs cannot be considered a bad thing.

If all the special characteristics are gathered together and no one is allowed to further seize them, the owners of those special characteristics and their powers may return in an unexpected way.

The emergence of a true god indicates that at a certain level, the aggregation effect is still in effect.

The absence of a true God means that the aggregation will manifest itself in other ways.

This was simply unavoidable.

Seeing Leodorus's resolute stance, Ron raised an eyebrow and said righteously:

"You actually dare to disrupt the peace of this world, and you even try to threaten me? You're truly courting death!"

"Do you think I'll give in like this?"

"dream!"

Upon hearing such a confident statement, the god who controlled the storm was taken aback, seemingly realizing that he had done something foolish in his anger at being provoked.

Ron, who was initially making excuses for himself, is now acting with complete confidence.

"Is He provoking me, deliberately making me say that?"

Clearly, realizing this at this juncture is somewhat too late.

Ron pushed forward with one hand, and there seemed to be an invisible flame burning in his eyes.

In an instant, the thorn flames between his brows swelled up again.

In the void that followed the increase in entropy, natural disasters filled with the concept of destruction suddenly emerged.

The meteorite, carrying an inextinguishable crimson flame, once again slid down from the sky. The wind was exceptionally cold, so much so that thick layers of ice crystals condensed on the Tyrant's particle-like surface.

The chill was bone-chilling. Even though Leodorus had no bones at this moment, he could still feel it. A calamity was silently eroding his body and destroying his will.

Flames, swords, cannons...

At that moment, Leodorus felt as if he were in the midst of a massive war, surrounded by unseen enemies on all sides.

boom!

One after another, violent lightning bolts erupted, and gusts of storm swept all around.

Although gods possess conceptual authority, they do not have the authority to create. In the void after entropy increases, even rules will cease to exist.

"snort."

With a cold snort from Ron, the thunder and storm vanished instantly, disappearing without a trace.

The calamity raged, like the end of the world. As the disaster continued, Leodorus suddenly felt his physical strength and spirituality rapidly draining away, as if his body had been hollowed out.

Famine?

There are many ways in which everything can return to nothingness, but no matter what form it takes, it is ultimately about destroying what exists.

Leodorus's body crackled with electricity, and he could no longer maintain his particle form.

Immediately afterward, before the deity trapped in the center of the natural disaster could react, the body returning to matter creaked and groaned, as if it had been twisted and compressed to the extreme by something.

The gravitational pull, which even light could not escape, continued to intensify and twist, tearing at the body of the god and stripping away His authority.

As death approached, the tyrant lowered his head and said humbly:

"I, I am willing to serve you as my Lord!"

"Heh, I wouldn't dare."

Ron pursed his lips and stretched out his white, lotus-like arm to grab forward.

With a painful groan, the blond boy stripped the "tyrant's" power and took it into his own hands.

Then, without ever looking at Leodorus again, he turned and disappeared into the land of storms and lightning.

Having obtained what they wanted, this impromptu game is now over.

Ron didn't care what happened to Leodorus; he was just a toy, and he wouldn't bother with it once it lost its value.

………………

Sodrak Palace.

"Why didn't the Storm Church notify us first and instead directly join forces with the army to seal off the church!?"

"Would they die if they were a little slower? Would they die if they discussed things a little more!?"

"Sterford, what's the situation over there? Has anything changed?"

Having heard George III ask the same question six times in an hour, Viscount Stratford subtly sensed the king's apprehension and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, the Church of Glory has been forcibly sealed off, and all the priests have been trapped inside."

"The believers were all dispersed, but some still tried to attack the army."

"Apart from that, nothing has changed; everything is under our control."

Upon hearing this, George III could not hide his nervousness and stood up from his throne, pacing back and forth.

Regardless of the final outcome, the existence and attitude of the divine cannot be ignored.

If Ron really forced his way in, George III simply wouldn't be able to stay on the throne for so long.

"It seems that the deity of the Southern Continent is not as unreasonable as I imagined."

"As long as we don't go too far and play the 'game' according to the rules, even if that god knows, he can't say anything. He has tacitly approved of it all."

"Ha, that's true. Gods won't put all their eggs in one basket. As long as I win in the end, He will eventually have to accept me, even if it means holding his nose, for the sake of Anchor's development."

As George Augustus III paced back and forth, he muttered to himself, trying to discern the gods' attitude amidst all these unusual circumstances.

He pondered for a moment, glanced at Viscount Stratford standing in the palace, and said in a deep voice:

"The church is the church, and God is God. These two are not the same. Tell our soldiers not to make things difficult for the priests of the Radiant Church, but also don't let them out."

"Furthermore, notify the Ministry of Defense to dispatch troops and shut down World Peace Corporation's factories and industries to weaken their influence domestically!"

"Your Majesty, the tax investigation committee has not yet completed its calculations, and we do not have direct evidence," Viscount Stratford said with some difficulty.

Upon hearing this, George Augustus III angrily retorted:

"Do they need evidence to evade or resist taxes?!"

"Let the army impose a blockade first, and then the tax investigation committee can slowly calculate the tax issues!"

In the king's view, neither Count Hall nor the more difficult Countess Hall was a significant problem.

The royal family has angels, "0" level sealed artifacts, and special agencies like MI9 that handle extraordinary events.

Dealing with a nobleman doesn't require much effort; dealing with the forces that support that nobleman is the most important thing.

As long as the World Peace Corporation shrinks significantly and the size of the Radiant Church can be effectively controlled, then everything will be under the control of the royal family.

"So, they dispatched troops, sent telegrams, and ordered all World Peace Corporation factories across the country to shut down. So many workers—they can't hold out for long!"

East District, Honest Man's Steel Factory.

The bicycle liability company next door.

Ring ring~

Klein transformed back into Sherlock Moriarty and rode a specially made adult bicycle around the burgeoning company.

Looking at the sky, which was not as gray as before, and breathing in the air, which was a bit pungent but much better than a few months ago, Klein felt much more relaxed.

Of course, it would be even better if he didn't have his monocle with him.

"Well, no matter what, this company generates a considerable sum of money for me every month, ranging from eight hundred to one thousand pounds. I can't let Amon ruin my good mood."

Looking around at the large factory in the eastern district, with his feet on the hard cement floor, Klein nodded with satisfaction, feeling a sense of accomplishment welling up inside him.

Now, he's an evil capitalist too!

"No, I did not exploit my workers; I am a people's entrepreneur with a conscience."

Klein parked his bicycle at the entrance of the production workshop, silently grumbling to himself while glancing at Amon, whose expression was strange, beside him.

He timely retorted sarcastically:

"I think you're a good fit here. Without oppression, there's no resistance. If Ron knew about your mess, I think he'd definitely put you through labor reform."

"At that time, I will offer him some slanderous advice, no, I will suggest that he send you here for reformation."

After speaking, Sherlock Moriarty, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, pointed to the photos of advanced production workers pasted on the factory wall and said sincerely:

"Look, your legendary experience of screwing in screws is still there, and your name is still number one. This is such a meaningful thing."

"Ha, Klein, you're just as good, a born workhorse."

Amon adjusted his monocle and pointed to the second person in the photo, Sherlock Moriarty, dressed in a worker's uniform and forcing a smile.

As for why the two of them came back here, it was entirely Klein's own decision.

Ever since Ron beat him up that day, all sorts of Amons have appeared in Klein's life.

Amon the fly, Amon the bug, Amon the servant, and even Amon the brother, Amon the father, and Amon the mother.

In just a few days, all sorts of monocles appeared in Dawn Dantes' mansion, which disgusted Klein.

Disgusting methods, including but not limited to, when dealing with prostate problems, include Amon suddenly appearing and pulling up his pants.

He deliberately asked the butler in Dawn Dantès's name, "Are there any prostitutes in this town?"

That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that this guy actually used his status to run up a bill at an expensive restaurant. By the time Klein found out, he owed a whopping £1357, 6 sols and 8 and a half pennies.

This is something even an uncle could tolerate, but an aunt couldn't.

So, Klein decided to take Amon back to the old haunts to mock him properly, and then go to Ron to complain!

At that moment, a middle-aged man with thinning hair suddenly appeared in the bicycle factory's office area.

His eyes lit up the moment he saw Klein, and he approached him with a genuine smile.

"Director Sherlock, why didn't you let me know you were coming to inspect? I could have made some preparations."

"Director? What an obscure term, now it's used to describe me!"

Upon hearing this, Klein's lips couldn't help but curl upwards. He tried desperately to suppress his smile, but he couldn't, and he looked as smug as could be.

The director cleared his throat and said, feigning seriousness:

"I'm just here to take a look. You guys continue, don't worry about me."

As a "time traveler" in a great foodie empire, having your own business and your own house is the lifelong pursuit of many people.

Now, Zhou Mingrui has both of these things within easy reach, making him a true winner in life.

The world is so beautiful, and life is so wonderful.

Amon, standing to the side, curled his lip and said, "Heh, single dog."

"You're the one who's single. I'm here every week to do quizzes and discuss mysticism."

Klein's smile froze. He ignored the wild child who had a father but no mother to teach him, and instead asked the factory manager.

"I've heard that the workers here get good wages and benefits, and many people want to work in the bicycle factory?"

The supervisor was slightly taken aback, not expecting this rarely seen board member to ask such a question. He considered his words carefully before replying:

"Mr. Sherlock, it is indeed true that the treatment in our factory and company is much better than in other factories."

"Furthermore, we cooperate with Honest Steel Company, and we source all the bicycle parts from them. We just do simple assembly here, so the technical difficulty is not very high."

"So that means many people can do it? I see. Skilled jobs have high barriers to entry, but you can learn to tighten screws in a few days. No wonder so many people want to get in; the East District has no shortage of people."

Klein nodded thoughtfully, without interrupting, signaling his supervisor to continue.

"Mr. Sherlock, our good reputation isn't just due to the factory wages and benefits, but also because of a journalist, supposedly a friend of yours?"

"Is it Mike Joseph?" Klein was taken aback, remembering his old friend who had provided him with a lot of funding.

"Have you read the reports about Fernand? Oh, Fernand was an employee of our factory. At that time, he was a penniless vagrant. His wife and children died of disease, and he was the only one who survived."

"I remember it was last November when he failed to get a spot at the workhouse and ended up here by chance, almost freezing to death."

"In the end, he was discovered by Old Kohler, who was inspecting the factory, which saved his life. Later, because the factory was short-handed, he filled in and did a pretty good job!"

"Old Kohler, even someone who's drowned will want to help someone else who's also drowning. That's a good thing."

Klein sighed, recalling the first night he met the former homeless man. If it weren't for his help, the poor man would probably have starved to death somewhere in the East District long ago.

Many people in the world are not bad; they just fall to rock bottom and lack certain opportunities.

The factory supervisor dramatically raised his arms, but then, realizing the boss was there, quickly regained his composure and said, unable to hide his smile:

"When Mike, a reporter who came to cover the excellent factory, learned about this, he did a special feature on it, and now everyone in Backlund knows about us."

Klein understood what had happened and nodded with great satisfaction. Just as he opened his mouth to exercise his power as the boss and draw up a big, round pie in the sky, he heard a series of neat footsteps coming from the entrance of the bicycle company's courtyard.

Without even turning his head, the Joker's intuition told him what had happened.

"An army? What are you doing here?!"

Klein strode quickly to the courtyard gate, his expression serious as he looked at the officer before him and shouted:

"By royal decree, this factory does not meet the kingdom's standards and is hereby sealed off and ordered to cease operations for inspection, effective immediately!"

The King? George III!?

I haven't even taken any action yet, why are you shutting down my factory?!

At that moment, Klein was in a panic. He looked back and saw that there was a commotion in the bicycle yard. Many workers who were on duty and taking a break were looking in this direction and discussing among themselves.

Klein pursed his lips and stepped forward to ask, "What did the King say? I am a shareholder in this factory, and all our production qualifications meet the kingdom's standards!"

Although £800-£1000 a month is not something he can't give up right now, he just looked at the workers and discovered an important problem.

That is, for most people, the job he provides is likely a vital source of income for their families.

If it is shut down, many people will likely suffer as a result.

The leading officer glanced at Klein and said coldly, "No comment!"

Damn it! What's with the attitude?!

Very well, George III, I, "The Fool," will kill you!

"Okay!"

Klein forced a fake smile through gritted teeth, then turned and went back into the bicycle company's yard.

(End of this chapter)