Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 81 I Want to Play a Game with You

Hearing the little brat's taunts, Amon was a bit confused, not knowing what "despicable" meant.

"Ha, so you say you know the location of the Ghost Empire?"

He simply changed the subject, trying to extract more information.

Do you want to know?

Seeing this, Ron made a grumbling expression and glanced at the young, curly-haired man wearing a pointed soft hat.

"Fine, hearing your tone, I suddenly don't want to know anymore~"

Amon adjusted his monocle, a smile playing on his lips, and ended the conversation.

Ron choked, swallowing back the words "beg me" and "please me," feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Then, he took a deep breath and pinched off the several Time Worms that had crawled onto him and onto his destiny.

"Don't waste your energy. Meeting me is the luck you've accumulated over thousands of years. My destiny is not something you can foresee!"

The blond boy's eyes lit up slightly as he played with several Time Worms in his palm, his slender, fair fingers teasing them as he mocked Amon's weakness.

Upon seeing this, the gentleman with black curly hair severed the connection between the Time Worms, causing them to die with dignity, stiff and rigid.

At that moment, Shi Tian suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he realized how little he knew when he needed it.

When He was young, He should have learned how to mock people from that foul-mouthed guy, or even stolen His ability to mock.

Otherwise, we wouldn't be unable to laugh at a little kid now.

"Let's play a game!"

The boy's voice suddenly came, causing Shi Tianshi to push up his monocle.

Ron raised his little head again, revealing a playful smile.

"I can tell you're curious about me and have been trying to find out something from me. How about we play a game?"

"If you beat me and your performance is pleasing enough, I'll answer three of your questions for free!"

"That's a fair deal, how about it? Want to play along?"

The blond boy spread his little hands, giving him a chance, which made Shi Tianshi mutter to himself that it was interesting.

"Oh? What game?"

Amon didn't dwell on it too much, and pushed up his monocle again to ask a question directly.

"All your clones on this ship are under my watchful eye, and with your abilities as a clone, you have no way to escape from my grasp."

"I can give you this opportunity. If you agree to my game, I will withdraw my gaze and give you enough room to demonstrate your abilities."

"If you can escape from my blockade, then you've won."

"Want to play?"

The blond boy's condescending tone seemed genuine, and his arrogant demeanor caused Amon to push up his monocle again and again.

As a master of fraud, He knew there were many loopholes in the rules of the game.

His wins and losses depend entirely on the mood of the game's creator!

For example, if He really wins, the other party can refuse to answer the question on the grounds that He did not please Him.

For example, if He wins and leaves this place, would He really come back to ask questions?

The other party could easily explain that it was their scheme and that they had not succeeded.

Moreover, as the god of pranks and deception, Amon was not so naive as to believe that the cute little thing opposite him really wanted to play a game with him.

The other party must have their own purpose in doing this!

He creates the illusion that he has overcome numerous obstacles and that only one clone has managed to escape by sheer luck. Then, he follows this clone to find the location of his main body. This kind of trick has been used to death by Amon long ago!

"How interesting!"

The angel kept carefully weighing the situation in his mind. Although Ron's tactics were a bit old-fashioned, they still put a lot of psychological pressure on the angel king.

Because He simply has no way of using the abilities of a cryptographer to deduce the other party's information.

After a moment's hesitation, the God of Deception adjusted his monocle, a different idea forming in his mind.

"Your game is really interesting, and it should have lots of surprises, so when do we start?"

His voice was no different from before, and even carried a hint of anticipation.

It seems they are genuinely curious about what surprise Ron can bring them.

"Hmm...we can start anytime."

Ron's golden eyes flickered slightly, instantly dispelling the sense of being watched that Amon had been feeling.

"Are you so confident you can stop me?"

Instead of acting at that moment, the Time Angel smiled and spoke to the little boy in front of her about trivial matters.

"Hmph ╯^╰."

Ron ignored him, grunted, and waved his hand. Suddenly, a deep-sea fish appeared on the deck.

This fish is only the size of a palm, and there is a black mark around its right eye, making it look like a monocle attached to its body from a distance.

The palm-sized fish struggled incessantly, but could not move an inch. Finally, it seemed to give up and lay on the deck like a salted fish.

"Here's a hint: I can sense all the changes in this space, so you'd better find a more novel approach!"

Ron offered a dismissive, yet seemingly perfunctory, reminder.

When the angel of time encountered setbacks on his first attempt, he was not discouraged; this was also one of His methods of testing.

The parasite just now used extraordinary abilities such as deceiving fate, so in theory, this fish shouldn't be discovered for a while...

Is it time again?

After carefully examining the arrogant little brat again, Amon confirmed that his father did not have any other illegitimate children.

"Are you looking for the Ghost Empire?"

Suddenly, the God of Deception spoke up, asking a question that had nothing to do with the game.

"Yes."

Ron ignored the other party's overstepping of bounds and replied succinctly.

"Perhaps we can go there and take a look, after all, I can't get out of your sight here."

Amon adjusted his monocle and stated frankly that he was no match for Ron.

"After all, isn't this fun?"

He paused, then smiled and asked a question in return.

Upon hearing this, Ron smoothed his golden hair, stretched out his little hand, and made a gesture as if asking for something.

Shi Tian's cheerful smile froze; she had no idea what this little brat meant.

"I obtained the information about the Ghost Empire in exchange for a demigod-level trait. If you want to come with me, you must pay the same price!"

"You can exchange it for money or special abilities; it's a fair trade!"

The blond boy showed no mercy, demanding the entrance fee from the son of the creator in a methodical manner.

Amon's monocle slipped slightly, and he was somewhat stunned. He hadn't expected that this high-ranking guy in front of him would be so stingy.

Logically speaking, shouldn't we have just taken Him there directly?

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to give the brat a good beating, Amon reached into his pocket and pulled out a monocle made of crystal.

Thank you so much for the 5000 Qidian coins!

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(End of this chapter)