Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 83 A Man of Many Tricks

Ron looked up at the world that had changed completely.

In this distorted "world," up and down, left and right, black and white are reversed, and the rules of the real world seem to have undergone subtle changes.

Suddenly, a deafening, illusory sound of waves crashing filled the air, and a huge projection filled Ron's entire field of vision.

The projection is the size of an island, rectangular in shape, and symmetrical, making it appear very neat.

Its hull is made of an unknown type of black wood, and after thousands of years, it has not shown any damage or signs of seawater erosion.

This magnificent human creation, like an ark carrying the hope of helping people survive the apocalypse, is slowly sailing across this sea.

Upon seeing the projection, poor fellow Mylbourne's breathing quickened, as if he had encountered something he had been eagerly anticipating.

He tried to move his body, but couldn't move an inch; he tried to shout, but no sound came out.

In that instant, he seemed to realize something, and his hands trembled uncontrollably as he pulled a pre-prepared monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

Goodbye, brat!

Amon's voice suddenly rang out, sounding in Ron's ears. The voice carried a hint of triumph, a touch of lightness, a dash of smugness, and a dash of delight.

The figure of the Time Angel instantly faded, and together with the descendant of the Trensost family, they appeared on the massive, dark projection.

The moment they appeared on the projection, the rules of this space changed drastically, as if the position of something had been altered along with the change in the rules.

The projection of the Ghost Empire flickered, then vanished from its illusion and transformed into a real, gigantic ship. Huge waves surged forth as the ship appeared, causing Ron's small, dilapidated boat to rock violently, threatening to capsize.

This giant ship, built by Trensust in the Quaternary period, did not treat Amon with the same aloofness as it would "navigators." Instead, it directly accepted them, as if welcoming its own master.

"Is this all you've got? You think you can escape in this wrecked ship?"

Ron scoffed at the sight, staring at the smug thief, and launched into a verbal attack.

Then he moved his left leg, trying to cross space to come to Amon's side so that He could wake Him up and know who was on top and who was on the bottom!

However, just as the blond boy took the first step across space, the projection of the giant ship vanished instantly.

The scenery around him suddenly changed, and Ron found himself in an unfamiliar place.

The Ghost Empire reacted to the non-Trensost members, distorting the spatial coordinates to which Ron was anchored.

Looking at the scenery, which was not much different from before, Ron pushed up his monocle.

"It actually distorted the spatial coordinates I was anchoring to."

"You damned monster, you're getting worse and worse! Why is the source essence you sealed away here?"

Instead of returning to his original position, the blond-haired boy first mocked the Celestial Venerable's will within him.

Today was definitely the happiest day of Ron's life.

Putting aside the "Jin Langqi" that brought him some small joy, the subsequent unrestrained mockery kept him talking nonstop.

Faced with this situation, the great ruler of time and space would feel strange if he didn't say something.

"It's a portion of the source substance that's slowly seeping out!"

The Celestial Venerable's will remained silent, but the Primordial Will, which had been feigning death, became active and answered Ron's question.

"What a pity, they only managed to squeeze out such a tiny bit~"

The blond boy sighed in disappointment, uttering a sound of unfulfilled desire.

Then his figure flickered and disappeared from the distorted coordinates, returning to the spot where he had been standing, back to the old medium-sized sailboat.

Ron raised his head, his golden, slightly glowing eyes looking at the thief angel opposite him. He pushed up his monocle and snapped his fingers with a "snap".

Time began to rewind, sweeping across the space with an irresistible force. He wanted to send that despicable thief back to the past, back to the state he was in just one minute ago!

"No need to waste my energy. I've used a loophole in fate to become a member of the Trensost. This ghostly empire will treat me as..."

Before Amon could finish speaking, He suddenly realized that His body was starting to move backward uncontrollably.

His gaze sharpened, and he immediately used the extraordinary power of the rules of deception and fate to try to make the rules of time treat him as a part of itself.

If everyone is on his side, he will not be targeted by time.

Unfortunately, although the gentleman wearing the pointed soft hat used what he was best at, the effect of it was indefinitely delayed.

This comes from the concept of time. If we had to describe it in detail, Ron's current state would be: My turn, my turn, and still my turn!

As for Amon, he could only follow behind him, inhaling the exhaust fumes.

Perhaps only when the man wearing the monocle has completely rewound through time will his deceptions have the desired effect, but by then, he might have already been torn to shreds by the blond brat.

Without a sound, time was successfully reversed. Under the pillar's position, the Son of the Creator was unable to put up any decent resistance and was successfully manipulated by Ron, returning to His state a minute earlier.

"How interesting!"

The angel stood on the deck, pushed up his monocle, and stubbornly uttered his catchphrase.

"What's so interesting about it? Is it really that fun to be caught by me? Do you have some kind of special fetish?"

But the next second, the blond boy's annoying voice came, instantly shattering his unfathomable image.

"Ha, I'm just wondering why there are always so many stupid people in the world!"

"Actually, there's absolutely no point in you grabbing me right now."

Shi Tian smirked and casually uttered a long string of unimportant words.

"You see, that descendant of Trensost didn't come back with me. Do you know what that means?"

"This means that something of equal caliber is interfering with your extraordinary abilities!"

"Actually, back then, no one knew what the Night Emperor, who was in trouble, would do in the face of his own failure."

"I don't know, the Seven Gods don't know, nobody knows."

"But He seemed to have a certain degree of confidence, and actually spent a lot of money and resources to build a giant ship."

"Looking at it now, He was quite capable, actually leaving behind something like this!"

"Hahaha... I admit, there was an element of gambling involved in encouraging you to come and search for the Ghost Empire!"

"But now, I've won my bet!"

Amon's cunning laughter echoed on the old sailboat. He didn't explain his general plan in too much detail, like a shrewd conman proudly showing off his deceptive skills.

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