Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 74 features Lord Courtman!

"Mr. Ron, are you really not coming home with me? I have extra guest rooms!"

"No, Hazel, I have other things to do."

"Okay, Mr. Ron, you shouldn't always be so busy. Sometimes it's good to calm down and experience life. It can really help you relax."

As soon as the girl with dark green hair finished speaking, Ron jumped off the carriage at the usual spot, gave Hazel a slight nod to indicate that he understood.

The carriage door closed slowly and quickly disappeared into the roadside under the light of the gas streetlights.

Only then did Ron turn his gaze away and shake his head, which had soft, blond hair, violently.

"Narcissist, you died a terrible death!!!"

"How could you just disappear like that?!"

As soon as he took a deep breath, the blond boy heard the Heavenly Venerable's will in his mind begin to wail loudly.

As the saying goes, the old celestial being weeps at the grave - a strange and eerie wail.

The crying that echoed in Ron's mind was extremely unpleasant, even mixed with a hint of gloating laughter.

The fake sadness mixed with genuine laughter was absolutely amazing. Most people wouldn't have the skill to put on such an act, bringing the Heavenly Venerable's mockery to its absolute limit.

"He did die a horrible death."

The blond boy grinned, adjusted his monocle, and chimed in with a comment.

Assuming that what Mr. A said is true, Ron can draw a conclusion based on the current situation.

The ancient sun god, or rather, the resurrected omniscient and omnipotent being, probably died a rather unjust death.

This can be seen from the fact that His authority is distributed among different sequences of zero.

Although it is unknown whether the true creator has any relationship with the ancient sun god, it is likely that He inherited His authority over the fall after His second fall.

As for the other sequence zeros, there's no need to say more; just imagining that scene makes Ron's lips curl into a smile.

I'm afraid the great primordial creator was raped again and again back then!

"From the beginning, I've always been curious: how did you, who had already amassed most of the power, fall under such circumstances?"

"You weren't beaten to death by a mob, were you?"

"No way? No way?"

Ron's words carried the same schadenfreude as the Celestial Venerable's, and from an incredibly tricky angle, caused the Primal Will's expression to change repeatedly, clearly recalling something unpleasant.

After a long while, He came to His senses and stopped paying attention to the howling Heavenly Venerable Will and the blond boy who was waiting to retort.

Because in the entire event of the fall of the ancient sun god, His great primordial creator was not the most tragic.

Because it wasn't Him who was dismembered.

"Looks like I guessed right?"

"The great omniscient and omnipotent being was actually killed by a group of Sequence Zeros, and perhaps even some who weren't Sequence Zeros!?"

"Oh dear, what a disgrace you are! Where is your dignity and symbolism?!"

"Exactly, exactly, you narcissist, Round Ball is right, you're really useless!"

Hearing Ron's mockery, the Celestial Venerable's will also stopped howling and joined in with its own mockery, clearly forgetting who had climbed the Source Castle a few days ago and relentlessly slapped its face.

"Shut up, you two!"

The two shouting figures outside the original will caused its blood pressure to rise, and it finally couldn't bear it any longer and roared out.

The one who died and was dismembered was the ancient sun god. What does that have to do with my original creator?!

Although He really wanted to explain it that way, He stopped himself when he thought of the two guys' incredibly despicable nature.

He knew all too well the origins of his two mortal enemies.

"snort!"

With a cold snort, the primordial will unilaterally blocked the two who were shouting.

Bayam, the city of generosity.

A giant ship, painted in blue and white and powered by a hybrid of steam and sails, was moored in the harbor.

The sails of this enormous "beast" are painted with interwoven patterns of lightning, gales, and waves, while a huge storm emblem hangs at the bow.

The Storm Emblem shone brightly in the sunlight, appearing sacred and divine, like a high and mighty deity.

Radar Valentine stepped off the giant ship. He looked at Bayam in front of him and then back at the ship he had come from, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Finally, we're free to do whatever we want!"

The senior deacon of the Storm Church, with his thick, dark blue hair, large earlobes, and sharp eyes, sighed inwardly.

Although he was ambitious and constantly striving for a higher position, he would always spend a few weeks or a month each year at the headquarters of the Church of Storms to report on his work.

There, under the watchful eye of the Lord of Storms, he dared not reveal anything extraordinary about himself.

Fortunately, he is now free. He took on an investigation task on his own initiative and left the place that made him feel depressed.

"I still need to go to the Storm Church headquarters in the City of Generosity to find Arne Coltman, ask him for the information needed for the mission, and also show my face to him to prove that I was here..."

As Mr. "Navigator" walked along the clean road in the harbor, he kept thinking about his next plan.

Although he had received the letter from "Mr. Time", he did not reply immediately.

Prudence and avoiding recklessness were the guiding principles for this extraordinary sailor.

Not long after, the man with thick, dark blue hair arrived at the headquarters of the Storm Church in the City of Generosity and met the "Sea King" Yancottman, who had a Sequence 3 personality.

"Yes, I've already received a telegram regarding your mission at the altar!"

"You'll also need a ship and some manpower, which I'll draw from the local squad of vigilantes."

"Aquaman" leaned back in his office chair, his eyes seemingly containing a raging storm and lightning, making the senior deacons of the Storm Church somewhat unable to lift their heads.

"Yes, thank you for your help, Mr. Courtman."

"However, according to intelligence, the last time Admiral Blood showed up was near the Raging Sea. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch him. After all, by the time I get there, he might have already left."

Despite the pressure from the high-sequence sailors, Radar Valentine voiced his concerns.

"Don't worry about it. Your mission this time isn't to capture them, but to analyze Señor's behavior to figure out what the Rose School has been up to lately."

"They seem to have become very radical, not only shedding their conservative stance in the southern continent, but also actively launching a new colonial war."

"And their behavior has changed drastically, as if all the members of the organization have become completely different people..."

Yann Courtman narrowed his eyes and spoke in a loud voice the information that sent chills down one's spine.

(End of this chapter)