Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 82 Source of Quality, Source of Flavor

"Your monocle is really ugly, so I'll give you this one."

The monocle, which was tossed into the air and reflected the light of crystal, was caught by Ron. He opened his palm and examined the monocle carefully.

After looking at it for a long time, the great ruler of time and space had to admit that the monocle looked better.

He rubbed it between his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it in his pocket.

Wearing this monocle would mean he was admitting he was old-fashioned, something he absolutely couldn't show in front of outsiders!

This is so damaging to the dignity of his great existence!

"Very well, it seems you're a penniless wretch too. Even though you have a useless parasite trait, it doesn't matter if you've made a deal."

"However, this only applies to you!"

As he spoke, the blond boy pointed with his chin at the Punisher Knight on the other side of the nail plate.

The Sequence Five with brass-colored eyes was completely oblivious to what the two men had just done and to the sailors with monocles, as if the scene he was seeing had been deceived and altered by something.

"He is your master. As his servant, shouldn't you help him solve his problems?"

Ron's foul mouth began to mock him again, belittling the thief angel before him to nothing.

"He's already deeply parasitized by me, and essentially belongs to me, so I don't need to pay him any extra compensation!"

"Moreover, he is a descendant of Trensost, so if you want to find the Ghost Empire, you will definitely need his help."

Amon pushed up his monocle, trying to bargain with Ron.

"I see. You really are a born wicked seed. If you want to use his bloodline, why preserve his consciousness in the first place?"

"Destroying his soul, shattering his beliefs, and devouring him whole won't stop you from doing this."

Hey, who's the bad guy here?!

Upon hearing the blond boy's answer, Amon's lips twitched. He had seen many mythical creatures with double standards, but this was the first time he had seen one so hypocritical.

"I have my reasons for doing this, you don't need to worry about it!"

Having calmed his anger, Amon waved his hand dismissively.

"Ha, all pretentious."

Ron made a sarcastic remark about Amon's superficiality, then pushed up his ever-slipping monocle and recounted the intelligence provided by the navigator.

"At these coordinates, a giant, phantom-like ship will pass by at 5 AM. Follow it to find the so-called Ghost Empire!"

"It's getting late, let's set sail quickly. I can't help but laugh when I see you doing everything yourself."

"Ha, I really want to buy you a pacifier to shut your lousy mouth!"

The blond boy's rambling words evoked feelings in the Time Angel that he had never experienced before. Even when he was directly mocked by a certain Angel King, he had never felt this kind of anger that he had to vent.

Under the night sky and on the waves, a medium-sized, old sailboat sails on the dark sea. Its hull emits no light, like a ghost ship from legend, carrying an eerie atmosphere as it heads towards some unknown destination.

However, the occasional noise from the ship would inadvertently break the terrifying atmosphere.

Seven hours later.

"We're here! This is the coordinates you gave us!"

The crew of Amon on the boat all wiped away imaginary sweat and turned their gazes to the annoying little brat sitting arrogantly at the bow of the boat.

After obtaining the coordinates of the Ghost Empire, according to the Time Angel's idea, directly stealing the distance and descending there would undoubtedly be a very quick method.

However, a certain annoying blond brat disagreed. He believed that since He had parasitized the sailor, He should play the role properly, as this would help stabilize the "anchor".

The stability of the fart's "anchor"!

Hearing this nonsense, the God of Deception didn't believe a single word of it.

This little thing just wants to see Him busy!

What an annoying guy! Medici is much more pleasing to the eye!

Despite the various unpleasant feelings in his heart, and despite repeating these words in a sarcastic tone hundreds of times on the way here, it was completely insufficient for this shameless guy.

"Oh? We're here! You worked really hard!"

Ron jumped off the bow, casually praising the sailors and crew. He stood up and carefully surveyed the surrounding sea.

"I can sense the aura of the treasures left behind by our ancestors!"

Just then, the punitive knight, whose entire body was deeply parasitized, spoke in a daze. His tone was confused, as if he had forgotten many things, but he could not distinguish between illusion and reality.

"Just wait, once I reclaim my ancestors' treasure, all of you monocles will be wiped out!"

The descendant of Trensost spoke firmly, revealing his true feelings under the influence of the Time Worm.

However, Ron and Amon were not too optimistic about these bold words.

Time passed slowly, and the first rays of the sun shone on the old sailboat.

This golden ray of light seemed to be a specific "key," causing a change in the sunlit sea, as if another "world" was attached to that real space.

The Time Angel and the blond boy turned their heads at the same time, looking at the location where the space was fluctuating.

One of them was pushing up his monocle, and the other was groaning and standing on the deck without making a sound.

"What are you waiting for? Set sail!"

After a while, Ron's irritating words reached the ears of the Time Angel.

"To be honest, I always felt that you lacked proper upbringing and had not received good character development."

Having been mischievous since childhood and raised by the Angel of War, Amon made a sarcastic remark about someone even worse than Him, believing that his own character was so lovable in comparison to Ron.

Then He no longer waited, and the sailors and crew members wearing monocles took control of the sailboat and headed towards the strange space.

A snap of fingers suddenly rang out, and blue light enveloped the entire old sailboat.

The rushing water caused the steady sailboat to flip uncontrollably, and it ended up upside down below the sea surface.

The surrounding scenery lost its colors and turned black and white, just like a photograph taken by a modern camera.

The snap of fingers echoed once again throughout the surrounding space.

Those sailors who deliberately and accidentally fell out of the ship because it was upside down, and the worms inside them aged strangely, as if they had reached the end of their existence. In just a short moment, they turned into clumps of ashes and specks of light that were scattered on the black and white sea.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

The blond boy scoffed dismissively, not mocking Amon's earlier antics, because upon entering this hidden dimension, he sensed a familiar aura.

That was the aura of a portion of his spatial authority!

That was the smell of chaotic rules mixed with grayish-white mist!

It's that reckless guy who loves to take advantage of others!

(End of this chapter)