Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 8 Gu Gu Gu Gu

Horace died because of his own prohibition, not because Ron and his friends were behind it, but simply because of the vast difference in their social standing.

What kind of person dares to pronounce death on the three pillars?!

In this world, talking nonsense for no reason can really lead to a terrible death.

However, it must be said that Horace died a glorious and regretless death, after all, he was at the pinnacle of his path, and even some ancient beings dared not be so arrogant.

In some respects, he has surpassed Him; a mortal being has become equal to a god.

The death of a minor character wasn't worth Ron's attention; his focus was entirely on the money in front of him.

The money alone amounted to over 14,000 pounds in banknotes, and with the remaining gold and jewelry, it should total around 30,000 pounds.

"We've struck it rich!"

Ron stared at the banknotes in front of him with bright eyes, rubbing his little hands together incessantly.

For some reason, although he didn't need these things, he instinctively felt a deep affection for these little creatures.

"After going around in circles, we can finally integrate into human society and find our scattered authority!"

The reactions of the Celestial Venerable and the Primordial One were the same; they didn't show any strange emotions and both regarded money as a tool to seek power.

"My intuition tells me there's a basement inside this villa, a place rife with negative emotions. Shall we go take a look?"

"The spheres are just weak creatures; there's no need to go there. Finding authority is the most urgent task."

"That's right!"

"Well, they won't help us at all, so there's really no need for them."

The wills of the three pillars were united once again. Ron waved his hand and stuffed all the money into his hidden space.

He jumped off the chair and walked towards the door. Before he could even open it, his gaze was drawn to a pair of iron-black gloves and a white wig that exuded an air of authority.

"Items without divinity..."

After struggling internally for a while, Ron, upholding his thrifty and hardworking virtues, bent down and picked up the two magical items, which drew a mocking laugh from the Celestial Will in his mind.

"Shut up, this thing is probably worth a lot of money!"

After giving the Celestial Venerable a weak and unconvincing retort, he swaggered away from the villa.

However, just as he reached the front door, he suddenly stopped. Ron looked back and felt the almost tangible despair and numbness, as if there was a small knot in his heart, which made him stand there in a daze for a few seconds.

He didn't know why he was doing this. In that instant, he suddenly wanted to do something, but it wasn't his business, and he knew it was all meaningless.

Those creatures as weak as ants, even if their fate is changed, can only live for a few decades, a mere few decades, not even comparable to a single thought of His.

For those weak, intelligent beings, to gain His attention through their despair is an immeasurable glory.

His mind began to race, flashing through meaningless images, which made Ron's emotions run wild.

I am the pillar, I am the god, I am the master of time and space, the ultimate point where all things return to oneness, and the endless wisdom of omniscience and omnivision!

"I can do whatever I want!"

Ron roared as if in revenge, as if he had found some reason not to compromise.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Ron's roar startled the Celestial Will and the Primal Will, because they both sensed the spacetime power that Ron had mobilized in that instant.

One, two, three, countless spatial rifts opened up in the real world, as thin as hair, densely covering the entire villa and its attached garden.

Leaves falling from mid-air instantly turn into fragments, being cut at the most basic level of matter and transformed into tiny atoms imperceptible to the human eye.

The leaves are like this, the flowers are like this, the carriages are like this, the villas are like this, and even Kapin, who has turned into a monster, is like this.

The entire villa began to collapse, collapsing in sections, collapsing silently. The only thing that survived was the series of locked iron gates in the underground area.

Ignore the little drama that's starting to play in my head.

Ron saw overlapping colors before his eyes, and the scenery in his field of vision began to change, the whites becoming whiter and the reds becoming redder, while his figure was rapidly fading as he entered the spirit world.

Just minutes after Ron entered the spirit world, a majestic man wearing a golden mask, as imposing as the law, and an old man in a robe embroidered with lightning, storm, and wave patterns descended from the sky. They stood at the entrance of the manor, not daring to approach.

Fifteen minutes later, a team of notified substitutes arrived with a terrifying sealed artifact.

1-021, the solitary thinker.

Its exterior is a ring inlaid with black stones, and its interior has a large space to store items. To a certain extent, it can also create and control spaces independent of the real world.

Its name comes entirely from its negative effects. For every minute it is used, the user's consciousness will enter an unknown space for two hours, and they will spontaneously think about who they are, where they are, and what they should do.

The time experienced by consciousness will be reflected in the user's body. If you use it for more than three minutes, you will never be able to wake up again, and your body will age and die rapidly.

Archbishop of the Church of Storms in Backlund, the Singer of God, Ace Snake, solemnly put on the ring.

He spread his five fingers wide without the slightest hesitation and immediately activated the terrifying sealing artifact.

For someone like him, who has achieved extraordinary things through this path, constantly contemplating life in a pitch-black space is somewhat of a challenge.

Soon, two minutes later, Ace Snake used the sealing artifact to repair the slowly disappearing spatial rifts.

He stirred up the wind, scattering the tiny particles that had piled up.

The prepared substitutes rushed forward to search for any remaining clues, but whether they searched the scene or used the sealed artifacts for divination, they found nothing.

Just then, a team member discovered an underground entrance. The Punishers entered the underground passage and captured an arbitrator, a passerby, who was guarding the iron gate.

When they carefully opened the iron gate, they were stunned and stood there, only to see dozens of scantily clad girls being imprisoned there.

Their bodies were covered in purplish-blue bruises, their expressions were numb, and their eyes were filled with fear. When they saw more than a dozen muscular men break into the prison, they were all afraid and kept dodging and backing away.

Dozens of missing persons cases in the Eastern District have been solved, but many mysteries remain.

"Who is Kapin!?"

Outside the villa, now reduced to ashes, the God Singer Ace Snake roared in fury.

"Your Excellency, we have reviewed the records of the nearby police station. Capin is a well-known wealthy man, and there are rumors that he is involved in many missing persons cases."

A bespectacled deacon, holding a thick stack of documents, answered the questions from the Singer of God.

"Ha, now it seems this isn't just a rumor!"

"But that's not the most important thing right now. The real question is, who took down Kapin and his gang!"

"The entire villa was instantly sliced ​​into ashes by space; the control over that power alone far surpasses the level of a demigod!"

The Singer of God's face was somewhat distorted, which meant that if he had arrived a few minutes earlier, he would have come face to face with the murderer, and his fate would certainly not have been good; he would most likely have been reduced to a pure extraordinary ability.

"Your Excellency, I have a deduction!"

"explain!"

"They might be from the Aurora Club..."

The bespectacled scapegoat dared not look up at the enraged archbishop, and could only cautiously state his deductions.

"You mean there's an angel in Backlund with Aurora!?"

"Your Excellency, that is possible, but I suspect that what caused that phenomenon was some kind of powerful and strange sealing artifact."

The bespectacled butler's analysis was not without merit. After a few seconds of silence, the Singer of God agreed with his prediction.

After all, Backlund is under the Lord's watchful eye; how could a Sequence Two angel dare to cause a commotion here!

"Hmm... what you said makes a lot of sense. Those layers of space are very likely the result of some level 0 sealed artifact."

"No matter what, this matter must be reported to the Cardinal Council."

"After all, most of those sealed artifacts with spatial abilities are in the hands of those madmen..."

"And level 0 sealed artifacts are capable of destroying a metropolis!"

(End of this chapter)