Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 583 Ron's Style of Deception

"May the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity return as summoned!"

From the deep, dark, star-studded depths of the universe came a series of calls.

This voice comes from the past, from the present, and even more so from the future.

It wanders through history, searching for traces left by this great being.

At that moment, Ron Sothos's mind suddenly boiled over. His thoughts gradually became sluggish, and his transcendent nature was forcibly suppressed. He could no longer stand at the pinnacle of the endless world and look down upon the dimensions shrouded in billions of rays of light.

His position and authority as a "pillar" were suppressed for a short period of time, making it impossible for him to mount any effective resistance.

That was the "first" sound, the "first" breath.

Although Ron didn't know why there was a counterfeit version of "The Original" in this mirror space, he looked at the "Omniscient and Omnipotent One" who had forcibly taken over the body of "The Primordial Witch".

All of this seems to have a reasonable explanation.

"The mirror space possesses the authority of the 'gate,' and your arrangement has created unknowable variables!"

The boy lay flat on a high platform made of mirrors, his chest a bloody mess, with fleshy buds writhing rapidly. However, the self-repairing mechanism of the great being could not heal the wound that had been forcibly torn open and was now flowing with golden divine blood.

With a slight flicker of his golden eyes, Ron had already recognized who the call from the depths of the mirror space belonged to, and from this, he deduced part of the truth.

However, that's no longer important; what's important now is how to solve the problem.

Ron stood up angrily, bent his arm, and punched the golden-haired big sister's chest muscles hard.

The soft flesh trembled violently, making the blond boy a little dizzy. His breathing gradually became heavy, and even his waving fists unconsciously weakened.

At first glance, the witch's allure seems insignificant, but the two are so close, and the witch, who is already stunningly beautiful, is a blend of filth and holiness, evil and justice dancing together.

This contradictory yet harmonious beauty even impressed Ron, who had seen and tasted it all, from the bottom of his heart.

The next second, Ron Sothos was jolted awake by the "Primal Creator's" disdainful gaze.

"Damn, what time is it and I'm still thinking about this?!"

Catching his breath, he withdrew his arm and stopped struggling, letting the golden-haired older sister pin him to the ground and play with him at will.

"You do it yourself, I'm too lazy to exert myself!" Ron said with a mocking laugh, rolled his eyes, and then lay motionless on the mirror like a dead fish.

Faced with such ambiguous words, the "Primordial Creator" sarcastically remarked:

"Sothos, is this all you've got? Can I take this as you bowing down to me?"

Shameless!

Ron cursed inwardly, but retorted without holding back:

"Heh, sometimes it's not about who's on top who's stronger. These things often come down to endurance. For someone like you who doesn't have much stamina, you'll soon be kneeling on the ground, crying and begging for mercy."

"It's because you can only passively receive my comfort now, since my baby is male and your baby is female. When a female meets a male like me, it quickly becomes ineffective!"

You bastard!

"Still being stubborn even when death is imminent!"

The "Lord of the Stars" visibly twitched, then, in a fit of rage, delivered two more heavy punches to the blond boy's face.

It was as if only in this way could he release the bitterness and anger that had been stirred up by that foul mouth for so long.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Even though Ron Sothos was pinned down and beaten black and blue by the volatile old God, he showed no weakness and continued to mock:

"That's hilarious! Original, you woke up in the witch's body, so why don't you have the energy to fight anymore?"

"You weren't like this before!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

"Our great Creator, you don't think your plan is flawless, do you?"

"Even the mysterious know to awaken through the means they control, and are never afraid of any kind of unexpected events. But you, my friend, are less courageous than a charlatan or a thief."

"In order to be resurrected, you even threw your face and dignity to the dogs!"

"Look at your shrewish temper! Just seeing you makes me angry!"

"Compared to mystery, you're nothing but this!"

As Ron spoke, he laboriously raised his little finger and pointed it sharply downwards.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

"Shut your dog mouth!!!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

"How am I not as good as Him?!"

At that moment, it was as if the old God had been touched on a sore spot, and an invisible rage suddenly rose in his will.

As a supreme, magnificent, and majestic being, comparing Him to the "Lord of Mysteries" is an insult to His divinity, a disgrace to His wisdom, and a mockery of the very nature of His existence.

You can call me despicable, incompetent, or cunning, but you can't say I'm inferior to that piece of dog shit called "Mystery"!

"My wisdom far surpasses His; He is nothing but a loser. All His preparations were thwarted by me. Tell me, in what way am I inferior to Him?!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Fists rained down on Ron's face, but the blond boy showed no discomfort whatsoever; instead, he wore a smug smile.

"Heh, Yuan Chu, I told you long ago that it would be better for both of us to fart less. What's the point of all that talk? Isn't Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun being summoned back?"

"You used the aggregation of our authority to forcibly manipulate the Source Castle by leveraging the influence of the 'Original,' ultimately just to pull back the Dead Ghost who had no power to resist."

"How do you know that your actions right now aren't something you've secretly calculated and foreseen?"

Fine, fine, so you're just making things up, are you?

Upon hearing this, the "Primordial Creator" was almost laughing in anger.

"Sothos, shut your dog mouth! What kind of wisdom is this? Even you and I couldn't have predicted all of this. How could that guy, whose mind is full of self-destructive schemes, possibly have foreseen it!"

"Heh, you yourself said you couldn't have predicted any of this. Now that the Mysterious One has returned, do you think He'll play this Trinity game with you? Hmm?"

See you in the picture!

Ron went through all this trouble just for this moment.

Now that he is weaker and less powerful than his opponent, Lord Ron prefers to act as an accomplice rather than to endure, or rather, to calmly reason with him and make empty promises.

Wisdom is not merely manifested in power and symbols.

The "Primordial Creator" abruptly stopped swinging his fist, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally slapped Ron hard across the face.

"Sothos, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You can't hide anything from me!"

A majestic and vast female voice came from the mouth of the "Lord of the Stars," who clearly hesitated at this moment.

Having fought with the "Lord of Mysteries" for many years, the "Primordial Creator" knows everything about the other party's true nature.

Given the "Lord of Mysteries'" selfish and self-serving nature, his tendency to do evil without reason, and his tendency to run away at the slightest disagreement,

I suspect that once the other party wakes up, their first thought won't be how to express gratitude or how to maximize their gains, but rather how to make a stylish escape to ensure their own safety before making any further plans.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is unpredictable and cunning, making him impossible to guard against.

Combined with its despicable moral character, this moment actually caused the "Primordial Creator" to hesitate for a long time, beginning to doubt whether his actions just now were ill-considered.

The tyrant's rage gradually subsided, the repulsion between extraordinary traits was forcibly suppressed, and reason and thought prevailed.

Ron's point of view is not wrong; everything in the world has its own meaning, and the Lord of Mysteries is not worthless.

Seemingly sensing the thoughts of the "Primordial Creator," the blond boy finally revealed a harmless smile.

"I bet you, if the Dead Ghost truly returns, there's a 53.24% chance it will escape with the Source Castle, and the remaining 46.76% chance it will take advantage of the situation to kick someone when they're down!"

The probability was something Ron made up, but the Lord of Mysteries' cowardly, treacherous, and extremely fickle nature is a real fact.

The witch riding on his back suddenly raised her head, her azure eyes revealing a "wise" look, and began to calculate the correctness of Ron's words.

In just a few seconds, He lowered His head, looked directly into Ron's bright and beautiful golden eyes, and said through gritted teeth:

"Sothos, while the 'Tyrant' may affect my judgment, it will never affect my rationality. Therefore, adding a new variable and calling upon the Mysterious is the most correct and the 'original' decision."

You've been thinking about this for ages, and this is all you want to tell me?!

Ron was stunned. He didn't expect that after so many years, the "Primal Will" still liked to maintain its dignity. Even though it had been influenced by the "Tyrant's" uniqueness and become reckless and irritable, it still stubbornly refused to say anything.

So this is what you were like in the beginning.

Upon thinking of this, the blond boy immediately said in a sarcastic tone:

"Ah, yes, yes, you're right, 'the beginning' was right!"

"The original" was right. Are you mocking the lingering influence of "mysterious" spirits here?

The "omniscient and omnipotent one" was made to question his existence by Ron's sarcastic remarks and fell into a state of confused thinking.

As the "original" aspect, since He has the ability to influence the "original creator" born in the mirror world, it is not impossible for the "Lord of Mysteries," who is not completely dead, to achieve his goal through this.

After all, they had been lumped together as one group in the Western Continent.

Thinking of this, the golden-haired elder sister puffed out her chest with a dignified air, her expression meticulous, and declared arrogantly:

"Ha, Sothos, stop showing off your little tricks. You think I haven't thought of what you've thought of? You think I wouldn't be on guard against this?"

Hey, that's not what you said when you punched me!

Hearing this, Ron silently scoffed inwardly, his face immediately falling, and he nodded mechanically, replying perfunctorily:

"Oh yes, yes, you're right."

Seeing the blond boy's pathetic state, the "Omniscient and Omnipotent One" felt his suppressed anger surge up again.

Looking at her mortal enemy who was being ridden beneath her, the "Lord of the Stars" suppressed her urge to kill him on the spot and spoke in a majestic and powerful female voice:

"Hmph, you seem quite confident? Sothos, don't hide it, I know what you're thinking."

You know nothing!

The blond boy rolled his eyes, then said with a grin:

"What, even the great 'Primordial Creator' needs help?"

"Look at me, the 'City of Calamity' has escaped my control, and the uniqueness of the 'Red Priest' has been corrupted by you. Although I have the title, I only have the authority equivalent to a Sequence Two."

"You're not worried that I'll be an obstacle for you in this situation, are you?"

Ron's gaze was candid, his demeanor confident, and he continued his analysis from the perspective of the "Primal Will":

"Look, your biggest threat right now is the Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Venerable, who has occupied the Source Fortress and is about to be summoned back. You don't want to be overshadowed by that disgusting guy, do you?"

here we go again.

It was the familiar Ron Sothoth-style deception. Back then, this scoundrel used this seemingly sincere and well-intentioned act to get the three of them to reach a consensus and leave the spirit world.

And now.

The will of the "Primordial Creator" operates wildly, but no matter how He looks at it or how He thinks, He can only come to one conclusion.

That means Ron was right; everything he thought about was analyzed from His perspective, and he gave the most correct answer.

This is really weird!

"Shut up! I have my own judgment, and your wisdom is limited to these petty tricks!"

Although he mentally agreed with Ron's words, the old God outwardly remained dismissive.

Ron nodded vigorously upon hearing this.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

Anyway, you can just let your dogs fight each other!

He muttered something to himself, then put on a sincere expression again.

"If I were you, I would definitely take the opportunity to corrupt Him, enslave Him, and make Him unable to fight back against you!"

Upon hearing this, "Primordial" lowered his head in surprise, his gaze somewhat complicated, and asked knowingly:

"How should I corrupt Him?"

What a hypocrite!

Ron rolled his eyes, lay on the stiff, mirrored platform, and slowly said:

"You're a witch now, you control the City of Calamity, and with the Red Priest's uniqueness, how else can you corrupt it?"

"Don't be shy, what are you afraid of when you're alone?!"

Ok?

"You said it yourself, it has nothing to do with me!"

The "Primordial God" fell into a long silence.

………………

Above the spirit realm.

Boom...

A silent, illusory roar came from the depths of the historical mist, shaking the entire spirit world, as if in the next second, this world, which completely overlapped with the real world, would collapse and shatter.

Just like the catastrophe that happened 10,000 years ago.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord...

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun...

Fusheng Xuanhuang God...

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...

A series of profound and mysterious calls came from afar, echoing each other in the mists of history and the depths of the spirit world.

Strictly speaking, this morally questionable "spirit ruler" cannot be considered to have completely fallen; he has simply not fully awakened.

creak...

At that moment, all the creatures in the spirit world and all the humans in the real world heard the creaking sound of the bronze gate opening.

Some looked up at the sky, some began to pray with trembling hands, and others stood there dumbfounded, unable to believe the magnificent spectacle before them.

As soon as the "Primordial God" awoke, this respectable being couldn't wait to shower his radiance across the heavens.

Golden clouds spread across the world, as if heaven had descended.

"That was... the beginning..."

Grisha stared blankly at the horizon, never expecting that this great being could still awaken again after repeatedly exploding gold coins.

He sighed deeply, as if he had foreseen something:

"Even if things go to this extent, is the end of the world still unavoidable?"

(End of this chapter)