Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 85 Actually, I'm Your Long-Lost Father

"So... your trump card is the source material here, and this was all part of your plan?"

Ron glanced at the descendants of Trensost still standing on the main body of the "Ghost Empire," then tugged at the Time Angel's robe, signaling Him to be civilized and not make a scene in such a place.

"No, actually I don't know what's here either."

"After my first attempt failed, I realized that you seem to be able to see into my future, and in this situation, whatever I do will eventually be exposed to you."

"But everything has its imperfections, and the future you can see seems to have a premise: you can only see a future that relates to 'me'!"

"If I do something that even I can't foresee the consequences of, causing them to undergo unknown changes, then you wouldn't be able to see this scene in my future."

"This method is quite simple and quite practical, because even I don't know if what I'm doing will actually work!"

"I only made a small push in the process of things developing; I didn't do anything more."

"So, do you like the gift I prepared for you?"

Ron made no comment in the face of Amon’s leisurely demeanor. He pushed up his monocle and felt that the person in front of him was really filthy and rotten.

"You're right. I was indeed too focused on you and overlooked the chain reaction that things create between each other."

"However, if that's the case, it seems you still can't escape."

Ron's voice, filled with amusement, rang out as he once again attacked the angel who was leading the thief.

"Heh... I can tell that you seem to want to find my true form, and playing this game is just a pretext."

"You don't actually think I'm trying to run away, do you?"

"I'm just an avatar; losing me won't affect the main body much. Besides, playing this game with you brings me more surprises and excitement!"

A pleasant voice came from Amon's mouth again, but what he said made Ron frown again and again.

This cunning and shrewd fellow reminded him of the Heavenly Venerable's will within him, and he felt increasingly displeased with the person in front of him, always wanting to give him a good beating.

"Heh, you're very mysterious and impressive. At least in my experience, I've never seen anyone like you before."

"Your position is so high that even I cannot foresee your destiny, yet my own authority is somewhat mismatched with your position."

"So now I'm really curious about you, where did you come from?"

The gentleman wearing the pointed soft hat had no idea what Ron was thinking. He pushed up his monocle and, like a well-mannered gentleman from the Ruen aristocracy, asked the blond boy with a strong thirst for knowledge.

Upon hearing this good question, Ron's golden eyes flickered slightly.

In that instant, the information given by the "Hanged Man" flashed through his mind, and a brilliant idea suddenly came to him.

My true identity must not be revealed, but I happen to have a ready-made alias.

"Have you heard of the ancient sun god? The one who 'wielded' the power over time and space."

The blond boy whispered something, looking at the somewhat stunned Amon with feigned mystery.

"Actually, I am Him, and I have been resurrected and returned!"

"If you submit to me, I might even give you a seat of angels!"

The young boy patted his chest confidently, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

The atmosphere froze instantly, but Ron didn't notice, because in his heart, he thought the idea of ​​impersonating the ancient sun god was simply brilliant.

"Oh……"

The son of the ancient sun god was almost laughing in anger upon hearing this shameless remark, for He had never seen such a brazen person.

How do you manage to lie with such confidence with those honeyed lips?

My father is no match for you!

Amon now strongly suspects that this guy in front of him has been pretending not to know him, just to take advantage of him at this time.

That little brat is absolutely capable of doing something like that!!!

"Heh...how interesting!"

A hissing sound, like fire shooting out from between his teeth, was squeezed out. The angel's face suddenly contorted, and whip marks appeared on his body, while strangulation marks appeared on his neck. He looked as if he was enduring some kind of extremely terrifying punishment.

Unbeknownst to them, a grayish-white mist began to emanate from the giant ship, obscuring the surrounding landscape, which had lost all color.

"Heh, since you're unwilling to reveal it yourself, then I'll let you do it and see what your true nature is hidden beneath that facade!"

"This Ghost Empire ship contains remnants of the power of a true god on the path of the Judgement, and coupled with that ethereal source essence, it should cause you some trouble!"

Layer upon layer of agonizing sounds fell, and the Time Angel's body suddenly collapsed, transforming into countless tiny worms with twelve segments.

Just then, Melbourne, who had been standing on the "Ghost Empire" in a daze, suddenly turned cold and dignified. He took off his monocle and threw it aside, staring intently at the only blond boy on the scene who was still wearing a monocle.

This punishment knight had long been ruined by the Time Worms of Amon and the anomalies that had occurred in the Ghost Empire.

Before reaching Sequence Four, without any divine qualities, he had no way to resist the erosion from the source matter.

However, although this unfortunate fellow had long since died, his obsession still affected this giant ship, which contained remnants of the power of a true god, due to his identity as a descendant of the Ternsost bloodline.

"Those who wear monocles are guilty!"

Those who commit crimes should be punished!

Suddenly, a majestic voice rang out from Melbourne, proclaiming the just laws that changed the rules of the place.

Those who wear monocles are guilty of heinous crimes in this "world"!

Ron curled his lip, defiantly pushed up his monocle, and was completely unaffected.

At this moment, he was like a lawless outlaw, not only completely unaware of his own actions, but also clapping loudly on the side.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

A mocking voice came from the blond boy's small mouth, causing the entire "Ghost Empire" to tremble, and the gray-white mist that permeated it unconsciously grew larger.

"In this place, those in high positions should humble themselves, and those in low positions should honor those in high positions!"

Another decree was issued, and the rules within the space changed.

Ron raised a handsome brow, realizing that the power exerted by his authority had been weakened.

This does not mean that his status was suppressed, but rather that, under the influence of the rules, his position in the "world" changed from that of the weaker one.

Meanwhile, "Melbourne's" brass eyes emitted a captivating gaze. His status was rising steadily under the blessing of the rules, giving him even greater control over the "Ghost Empire".

Just like the rule he announced, the lowly should respect the high!

(End of this chapter)