Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 62 A ​​Person's Nature Is Hard to Change

"Three-for-one, that's it!"

Ron, like a stern judge in a courtroom, used his merciless words to completely extinguish any thought of resistance in Frye and Cohen.

Evil has triumphed over justice once again, and the world now has two more bewildered humans questioning the meaning of life.

"Ron, you didn't cheat by using your extraordinary abilities, did you?"

After a moment's hesitation, Cohenley, who was short but had a wiry build, asked the question with some disbelief.

Ron didn't even bother to answer that question.

Cheating?

What are you saying? What kind of talk is that?

Why would I, with my omniscient and all-seeing wisdom, need to cheat while playing cards?

Seeing Ron proudly raise his head once again, Cohen and Fry exchanged a glance and pushed the desserts in front of them over.

For the past two days, Ron has been staying at Klein's house. Unlike the new era evil god who had driven the Celestial Venerable's will to madness, Ron has had a rather pleasant but boring time these past two days.

His daily life consisted of arguing, playing cards, and eating without working, perfectly illustrating the meaning of the phrase "freeloading".

As for the Celestial Venerable's will, it hasn't been idle these past two days. It has been spouting utterly baseless trash talk in Ron's mind, relentlessly provoking Ron and the Primordial One who is watching the show from the sidelines.

It was clear that He was heartbroken by what had happened to His precious child, especially when He thought of Ron's sleazy voice.

For a pillar that is selfish, evil, despicable, and utterly wicked, this is simply unacceptable.

Once a week, once a week!!!

Moreover, different people ascended His Source Castle, including His mortal enemies!

This indescribable feeling caused a severe mental fastidiousness to arise within the Old Celestial Venerable's will, making him wish he could immediately awaken within Ron's body and then forcibly ascend the Source Castle to suppress all those who resisted!

Unfortunately, at this stage, He can only think about it.

Leaving aside Ron, who was able to suppress His will, He couldn't even reliably win against the primordial will that would occasionally come over and kick Him.

"You damned monster, say something! Why aren't you saying anything?"

Finally, Ron, who had won several hands, ended the battle. He leaned back on the soft sofa cushions with the dessert he had won, and frantically AT the great spirit ruler in his mind.

The Celestial Venerable's will merely pursed its lips, without any further reaction.

He knew his two mortal enemies inside and out. Today was Monday, the day Ron would climb Source Castle every week.

If He were to show His face at this moment, who knows what nasty things Ron's foul mouth would say, and that old coward from the Primal Era would definitely be waiting to kick Him while he's down.

At this moment, He even had a slight hope that Ron would seize the Source Castle and take it into his body, so that perhaps His will could be revived again through the Source Castle.

It's really hard to say who will win or lose by then.

bastard...

The Celestial Venerable's will once again spit in his heart, and then unilaterally blocked out the two mortal enemies who were provoking him.

Time passed slowly, and the midday sun gradually slid down the horizon. The time came to 2:59:59.

Meanwhile, the blond boy arrived early at the night watchman's lounge, which he had previously occupied, to prepare for the afternoon's gathering.

"You freak, I'm going in now~"

Ron, perfectly timing it, spoke with a smug and gentle expression.

"Get out of here!!!"

However, the former owner of Source Castle did not appreciate the gesture and greeted Ron with utmost gentleness.

Ron's refined face broke into a bright smile. He shook his head, not angry at all, because the blond boy loved seeing Dead Ghost looking at him with dislike but unable to do anything about it.

The crimson light surged in like a tide, causing the previously obedient Celestial Consciousness and the pretentious Primal Consciousness to tremble. They instantly erupted, as if trying to take advantage of Ron's carelessness to enter the Source Castle through the contact.

But soon, they were suppressed by Ron's will. The blond boy snorted and, with a hint of disdain, separated a part of his will and followed the deep red light to the Source Castle.

The boundless gray fog enveloped him, and before Ron's eyes appeared the magnificent temple that resembled the dwelling of a giant, with Mr. Fool, who was on holiday today, sitting solemnly at the head of the long bronze table.

In addition, he also discovered that two other figures had appeared inside the Source Castle.

The blond youth glanced at the two men first, then gave up on looking at the burly man beside him.

Instead, she looked up at the woman opposite her, a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, a face of indescribable beauty, long hair as lustrous as gold, and a pure and elegant temperament. Her emerald eyes reflected an unchanging gray mist, as deep as the sea and as pure as the purest gemstone.

The young lady wore an elegant pale yellow dress, with small but precious jewelry around her neck and on her earlobes. Although not eye-catching, it revealed her noble status.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man.

A light, cheerful voice came from the gray mist. The beautiful young lady first greeted Mr. Fool, and then turned to the Hanged Man.

Finally, her gaze lingered on Ron at just the right moment, perfectly expressing her doubts.

"This is the newest member, Mr. Destiny."

"This is Mr. Hanged Man, and this is Miss Justice."

The Fool Klein sat at the head of the table, smiling as he introduced the three of them to each other.

Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

Hearing the cheerful greeting, Ron smiled and responded.

However, his feelings were quite complicated at this moment.

What beautiful humans they are, why did they choose the path of becoming an eyesore for the audience?

Ron sighed inwardly and looked up at the Hanged Man beside him with disappointment.

He has deep-set features, a rugged profile, bronze skin, and messy blue hair resembling seaweed.

He was also wearing a dark cloak, making it immediately clear that he was the kind of person who was secretive and dishonest.

Hey, what kind of look is that?

Ron's undisguised gaze made the Hanged Man's forehead twitch slightly, causing him to frown and carefully examine the short, blond boy beside him.

He instinctively rejected the new member, because he hadn't expected Mr. Fool to bring in a third member so quickly.

"Golden hair and golden eyes are rare. Is she an Intis? But why is she a child?"

"What's so special about him that Mr. Fool personally dragged him up to the party?"

The Hanged Man habitually speculated about Ron's origins, but his brow remained furrowed, as the gray fog prevented him from obtaining further information.

After the greeting faded, the gray fog fell silent.

Just then, a hesitant, worried, and somewhat embarrassed female voice broke the silence above the gray fog.

"Dear Mr. Fool, Mr. Hanged Man who always helps me, uh, and Mr. Fate, I have a question I'd like to ask."

"What can an animal with extraordinary strength do to help its owner? I mean, what role can it play?"

As soon as the blonde, blue-eyed Miss Justice uttered these words, the Hanged Man and Mr. Fool fell silent and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)