Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 581 The Kemon Sisters

Above the gray fog.

"Holy crap, that's the Primordial Witch!?"

The crimson star suddenly expanded, resembling an ominous red moon that brought disaster.

The magnificent palace, which resembled the dwelling of giants, shook violently and collapsed continuously.

The gray fog surged and boiled, pitch black, apocalyptic, and catastrophic atmosphere like an unstoppable flood, determined to sweep away any overconfident who dared to stand in its way and utterly destroy them.

Although this did not deviate from Klein's plan, Triss still acted as a vessel to summon the Primal Witch at the final stage of the plan.

However, the great "Fool" seems to have overlooked or forgotten one thing.

He overestimated himself.

Amon's assistance and unintentional praise, along with his very obedient appearance, gradually inflated Klein's ego.

They thought that having the Source Castle meant everything would be fine, but they never considered that a mere Sequence 5 could directly face the divine vessel that had received the descent of the gods.

Even if the two sides are separated by the Source Castle, even if they have only established a simple mystical connection.

"Did Amon mislead me on purpose?"

"Even without lying, His unintentional actions can mislead and deceive me!"

"By the way, Triss's recitation of the Fool's name was also orchestrated by Him!"

"If you don't court death, you won't die. If I still believe in Him, I'm a dog!"

Klein gritted his teeth and roared, then covered his head with both hands and fell to the ground, as if he was enduring intense pain.

"Come... I can give you endless pleasure, I can let you experience ultimate joy, open the door, come... come..."

Layer upon layer, countless hoarse female voices emanated from the prayer lights.

The murmurs originating from the primordial witch rose one after another, growing louder and louder, seemingly about to burst Klein's head, reshape his body, and explain the witch's mysteries to Mr. "Fool".

"grass!!!"

At that moment, Klein's blood vessels twisted and detached from his body, gushing blood and the slippery, rugged veins transforming into small snakes with venomous fangs.

His hair was also growing and thickening rapidly, with fine, smooth scales appearing on it.

Klein's chest swelled like an inflating balloon, filling his close-fitting men's suit with a bulge. His features gradually softened and became incredibly refined. His eyelashes grew longer, his waist narrowed, and his skin gradually turned white, as pale as snow.

"closure……"

"Cut off...the connection..."

Mr. Fool rolled on the ground, but he still managed to suppress his tears and pain, wailing as he gave instructions to Source Castle.

The gray fog surged, the Source Castle trembled, and the palace, once the dwelling of a giant, had been completely destroyed, leaving not even ashes.

Time ticked by, and Klein felt the process was extremely long, perhaps a very long time, or perhaps the next second. An invisible force surged within the Source Castle, instantly severing the crimson star connected to Triss.

"it's over……"

The great "Fool" lay listlessly on the floor of Source Castle, his mind a chaotic mess. His long hair, which had transformed into venomous snakes, gradually retracted, and the mysterious patterns that had appeared on his body vanished like snow.

Although the power of the Source Castle was endlessly repairing his body, compared to the damage to his mind, this repair seemed like a drop in the ocean.

He struggled to his feet and lowered his head, trembling.

Klein's lips twitched, and he quickly reached down and pulled down his pants to take a look.

In the next instant, her face turned deathly pale, and her large, watery brown eyes widened in disbelief.

At this sight, Klein was so angry he almost lost his temper. He clenched his teeth and looked around with his watery brown eyes.

"How could this be? How is this possible? I should be under the influence and corruption of the 'Primal Witch' right now, but why is Source Castle completely ignoring it!?"

"Change back! Change back!"

The thought of the burning gazes that would inevitably follow at the next Tarot meeting made Klein want to disappear into a crack in the ground.

Mr. Fool became Ms. Fool. Although one could use the excuse that gods have no gender to get by, in some ways this is not something that can be easily dismissed with a single sentence.

Just then, a burst of applause came from the depths of the gradually calming gray fog.

"Heh, Klein, impressive, impressive. I didn't expect that being influenced by the Primordial Witch would make you so beautiful."

"I heard from Ron that you have some kind of inexplicable connection with witches, and that you often dress up as a woman and blend in with them. Heh, no need to thank me, I just slightly deceived your fate, though not much, but it seems to be working now."

A clear and melodious female voice suddenly rang out from the depths of the gray fog, but the information contained in her words and the lingering fog made "The Fool" Klein's hands and feet go cold.

Without bothering to investigate the real reason for becoming a woman, Mr. Fool suddenly picked up the sunglasses placed on the bronze table and looked warily at the figure hidden deep in the gray mist.

With a broad forehead, a thin face, delicate features, a smile playing on his lips, and long, curly black hair cascading down his back, his unfathomable black eyes were looking at Klein with amusement.

Time seemed to stand still for a second or two, then the graceful Amon suddenly smiled and said:

"How was it? Did you like the surprise I prepared for you?"

I love your grandma's legs!!!

"What are you doing here? How did you get up here?!"

Klein stood up from the bronze high-backed chair, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping from his back. Although he had known Amon for a long time, he only realized now that this guy was completely unpredictable, or rather, he had no idea whether everything he revealed was true or false.

In this situation, Amon's behavior and intentions become unpredictable and impossible to guard against.

"As expected of an angel who has lived for thousands of years, I'm no match for this experienced scoundrel when it comes to scheming!"

Klein cursed inwardly, but remained completely calm.

Those who are family know their own affairs. Strictly speaking, Yuanbao is not only owned by "The Fool".

After being made a fool of by Klein during the last Tarot meeting, he discovered that Ron also seemed to have some level of control over Source Castle.

"Heh, keep laughing. You'll be crying later. Ron will most likely notice the changes at Source Castle. After all, His rank is high enough, and His vigilance towards the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang is top-notch. Remember to stick your butt out and get a beating later."

"The Fool" Klein silently cursed in his heart, then shifted to a more relaxed stance, scrutinizing Amon as he said:

"More than you deceiving me, I'm curious how you got in here."

Seeing Klein, she showed no nervousness whatsoever, instead asking in a sweet voice. Shi Tianshi adjusted her monocle in surprise, but still smiled triumphantly:

"Heh, that's simple. When I parasitized Triss, we chanted your name at the same time. However, I cheated some rules and exploited some loopholes to share the fate of that witch's connection with the Source Castle with my clone."

"I can hear and see everything you say to her, and the connection that Yuanbao established with her is equivalent to the connection with me. In order to prevent you from thinking about this, I have to use clumsy deception and pretend to have ill intentions so that you will find out and make you think you are being cautious and wary of me."

"Ha, who would have thought you'd go and complain to that guy? I almost got exposed!"

"Klein, sometimes your behavior is truly unpredictable, so despicable that I can't help but admire it."

As Amon spoke, his tone suddenly became somewhat resentful, and his unfathomable, bright black eyes looked at Klein as if trying to see through him completely.

After a few seconds of silence above the gray fog, Time Angel adjusted his monocle again and continued:

"After that, I didn't rush to find the weaknesses of the Source Castle. Instead, I took back the parasitic Time Worm to put your mind at ease. At the same time, I was also testing what role the Source Castle could play in your hands."

"It's obvious that you don't have complete control over it, but during some probing, I sensed that the Source Castle seems to possess certain privileges. If I were to attempt an unauthorized intrusion, I'm afraid you would be able to stop me from entering."

"So, I borrowed the power of the Primordial Witch, the power of the True God, enough to penetrate the defenses of the Source Castle against a weakling like you. I took the opportunity to re-inhabit Triss's body, paying a certain price to sneak in. Can you imagine, I was nearby when she was fighting George III."

"After all, this doesn't require your consent, much less the consent of Source Castle."

"Heh, how was it? Was this perfect scam exciting?"

Time Angel shrugged, looked at Klein whose face was gradually turning pale, and couldn't hide the smug look on her beautiful face.

"No wonder he's been bothering me for no reason. No wonder he seems harmless, you bastard!"

Although Amon's plan was quite brilliant, it wasn't so pleasant for the deceived Klein.

This makes him seem foolish on the one hand, and stupid on the other.

Taking a deep breath to calm his thoughts, Klein, with his refined features and large, watery brown eyes, suddenly smiled and said:

"and then?"

"And then what do you plan to do?"

Upon hearing this, Amon's eyelids twitched.

"Let me guess, you're not afraid to actually replace me, are you? With your style, you always have your own purpose in doing everything."

"If you really want the Source Castle, I definitely can't beat you in this situation, yet you're rambling on and on. Aren't you afraid Ron will find out what you're doing?"

"Aren't you afraid He'll beat you up? Oh, I see, so you're just asking for a beating!"

Upon hearing this, the Time Angel clenched his fist, which was hidden beneath his wizard's robe.

"Klein, your foul mouth is just like that bastard's. I'd like to offer you a friendly reminder: you'd better stay away from him!"

"Come on, stop interrupting. You wouldn't dare do anything to me because you know it's a losing proposition."

"Even if you get the Source Castle, Ron will beat you up afterwards. I believe he has the ability to do that."

At this point, Klein stroked his chin and, mimicking Amon's tone, said sarcastically:

"So all that nonsense you've been spouting at me was just to discourage me, to scare me, to make me panic, to make me back down and hand over the Source Fortress just to save my life."

"So, from Ron's perspective, it's my own fault for giving up Source Castle on my own initiative, and it has little to do with you. Afterwards, he will at most just give you a lecture. Although that guy is petty, he is surprisingly fair in some ways."

"So, what are you going to do next?"

A smug smile crept across "Fool" Klein's refined face. He had originally intended to say, "If you call me Dad, I'll pass on the Source Castle to you."

However, considering Amon's integrity, he swallowed his words.

The angel of time's smile suddenly froze. Although Klein's reasons and explanations were absurd, this was indeed a problem He had been considering.

That is, how to legally and legitimately inherit the source castle.

Invading the Source Castle was easy, and dealing with Klein was just as easy, but gaining Ron Sothos's approval was not so simple.

After thinking it over, Shi Tianshi chuckled and stubbornly replied:

"Hahaha, Klein, what are you thinking? You think I'd believe such a ridiculous reason?"

Seeing Amon's stubborn expression, "The Fool" Klein feigned a cold snort:

"Come here!"

A hush fell over the Source Castle. Both players were feeling guilty, with Time Angel fearing that Ron would discover their tricks and beat her up.

Mr. Fool, feeling guilty that Amon had suddenly changed his mind and given up on taking the Source Castle, simply decided to beat him up instead.

At this moment, time seems to have frozen.

boom--

Suddenly, the palace, which resembled the dwelling of a giant, shook once more. This time, the shaking was extremely violent, and even the still gray mist began to boil.

The palace collapsed, the gray fog trembled, and the entire boundless space seemed about to collapse. Even Klein, the nominal master of the Source Castle, could not stabilize this trend.

Klein's expression changed, and he looked at the equally bewildered Amon, asking urgently:

"What did you do!?"

"How should I know? Anything involving you can't be good!"

Before the angel of time could finish speaking, a deep red star in the gray mist suddenly expanded, and a furious, childish voice came from within.

"Clay... Zzz, you... Zzz... you bastard, why... Zzz... are you connected to the Primal... what the hell did you do, Zzz?"

"Quickly... sizzle... get away... sizzle..."

The crimson star seemed to be under severe interference, causing the prayers being received to become intermittent.

However, at this moment, Klein still understood what Ron meant.

In short, it can be summed up in two words:

retreat!

Although he didn't know what had happened, Klein had complete faith in Ron's judgment.

Remembering the watchful eyes of the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang, he immediately spoke rapidly to Amon:

"I don't want Yuanbao anymore, you can have it. Goodbye!"

Having witnessed everything, Amon was unwilling to take the blame and immediately retorted:

"I just came up to take a look. What does it matter to me whether Yuanbao is yours? I've already reformed and become a good person!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Time Angel immediately enveloped herself with spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling in an attempt to exit the Source Castle.

However, just as He was about to withdraw, an endless gray fog blocked His way, preventing Him from leaving the Source Castle.

As the Source Castle trembled, the indelible will within His mind expanded rapidly, instantly taking over most of His body.

At this moment, for the first time in his life, Amon felt an indescribable regret for having lied to others.

I'll let you owe me, I'll let you owe me, I'll let you owe me!

As the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet." The Time Angel immediately turned his head to look at Klein, who was also unable to leave, hoping to get his good brother to come and share the burden of the "mysterious will" with this clone.

However, Klein, a mere Sequence Five, didn't even possess divinity, and his incompetence was utterly justified.

At this moment, Klein Moretti also realized something was wrong, except that the biggest difference between him and Amon was that he was a novice.

Unable to exit normally, he did not hesitate. He immediately picked up the jet-black sunglasses with a flowing design and chose an extraordinary ability that could drain his spirituality.

The next second, the utterly illusory "Fool" was drained of his spirituality and forced to leave the Source Castle.

........................

Ten minutes ago.

Backlund, 67 Williams Street.

"That's the Primordial Witch? She's finally appeared!"

The blond boy threw down his fountain pen, stopped his endless calculations, and stared intently at the primordial witch who had descended from the heavens.

Each piece has its own purpose, not only to resolve George III's stubborn resistance but also to ultimately extract the full value from him.

This gave Ron a great sense of accomplishment, and he wished he could invent a thousand or eight hundred words of praise right now, apply them to himself, and then spread them around.

(End of this chapter)