Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 87 We're rich! Trensault is a good man!

A land forsaken by God.

In the darkness, flashes of lightning occasionally streaked across the surroundings, illuminating everything. These continuous bolts crossed and struck the unfortunate monsters deep within the darkness.

"One of the properties of Sequence Two has been lost."

"That dispatched member seems to be in charge of various matters in the Southern Continent."

The warm campfire illuminated the darkness that surged in between lightning flashes, and a young man wearing a monocle carved from crystal and dressed in a classic wizard's robe sat by the fire talking to himself.

He had black curly hair, a broad forehead, and a thin face; he was the true form of Amun, the son of the Creator and the King of Angels.

"Yes, I have seen the mission report He sent. It seems that He has found the descendants of Trensost through certain clues."

"He wants to use the bloodline of Trensost to find the legends of the sea, the so-called 'Ghost Empire.'"

"In fact, many people in charge advised Him at the time, because this would not bring us much benefit, but would be very dangerous."

"But He believed that the pursuit of thrills and excitement should never stop, so He rejected our kindness and goodwill. He has always loved adventure."

At that moment, a voice that was no different from the one before came from in front of Amon's main body. The owner of this voice also wore a monocle and had the same appearance as the Time Angel. It was another Amon.

The innocent-looking Amon shrugged at the main body, indicating that he had done his job well and had not slacked off.

"Ha, it seems He overplayed His hand now?"

"However, if that's the case, why isn't any information being transmitted back, and why haven't the extraordinary characteristics after death returned to the original body?"

Amon, the original being, adjusted his monocle and began to speculate on this somewhat unusual situation using the methods of a decryption scholar.

They knew their own clones well, and the seven gods would not provoke them without being absolutely prepared.

If the so-called Ghost Empire is found, then there must be other avatars who know the situation guarding a safe place to prevent any accidents.

However, this person in charge of the Southern Continent, who held a high position among the Ammon group, lost contact with them and did not even have the characteristics of Sequence Two return to the original body.

This situation itself speaks volumes.

"How interesting, who could it be?"

In the Fifth Age, in this era, there are only a handful of beings capable of doing such a thing. After eliminating the Seven Gods, who are the least suspicious, the rest are easy to guess.

"It's Him, Pales!?"

The original Amon immediately pointed out his suspect, because this old fellow who had struggled under His control for thousands of years was the angel with the most motive and the ability to do this.

"No, He doesn't seem to have the guts. He should have avoided us if he encountered us!"

The other Amon shrugged again, suggesting that the original's considerations were flawed.

"Perhaps He has powerful allies, or perhaps He has sided with the Church of the Seven Gods?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

The speculative voices gradually subsided, and the dark environment returned to its previous deathly silence.

"You freak, you're just like Him!"

The blond-haired boy, who couldn't possibly say anything nice, squatted down and poked the lifeless pile of insects in front of him with his finger.

"Fatball, shut your damn mouth! What do you mean I'm like Him?!"

Ron's offhand provocation successfully ignited the Celestial's will.

However, compared to the question of who resembles whom, the Old Celestial Venerable felt more gratified than annoyed.

Because He finally met someone who wasn't brain-dead!

The Celestial Venerable's will showed particular favor to the one who had just seized His authority, because the other's cunning and evil were a perfect match for His despicable authority.

This excited the Celestial Venerable's will for a long time. Just as Ron had said before, how could His successor be a kind and good bird?

Compared to this guy who shares the same hobby, the current owner of the Source Castle is utterly useless! He's just relying on dog shit!

Klein Moretti, who has no intelligence, no cunning, and no shrewdness, and whose only purpose in life is to go to get off work and maintain world peace, is simply a thorn in the side of His "Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity".

If He were to be resurrected in such a creature, He seriously doubts whether He would become just as foolish.

Fortunately, His Lord of Mysteries now has a successor!

"How cunning! He actually chose to die willingly. Was he using this method to provide some insignificant information to his true self?"

Ron adjusted his monocle, stood up, and offered his analysis.

"To avoid falling into the hands of a disgusting bastard like you, ending my own life isn't so unacceptable."

A gash suddenly appeared on the left cheek of the blond boy, and the somewhat indignant voice of the Primal Will came out, seemingly still harboring resentment over Ron's plagiarism of Him.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

Hearing the primal will's honest mockery, Ron grunted and ignored the little drama unfolding in his mind.

With a deep sigh, the blond boy looked at the white mist that had been compressed into a ball by the endless radiance.

This torn source substance has now come to terms with reality and has returned to a state of restraint and sealing.

Upon seeing the dimensional space that bound the source matter, Ron snapped his fingers, triggering a powerful aggregation with his own position.

Not long after, within the space illuminated by the radiance, inside the giant ship built by the Trensus dynasty, a transparent crystal ball suddenly shimmered.

The crystal ball was completely transparent, with a faint blue light emanating from its edges, while its interior was filled with slowly dissipating white mist.

Within the mist, a giant ship model, occupying two-fifths the size of the crystal ball, drifted on the waves.

The giant ship model is symmetrical and has countless details. It looks exactly like the "Ghost Empire" that is currently drifting.

"As expected, it's just a Sequence Two authority, but this time it's not bad; we actually managed to find something like Source Matter!"

The blond boy smiled with satisfaction, very pleased with his find after just one evening stroll.

He hopes there will be more of these good things if he can.

After completing the inspection, Ron took a step and, in a flash, boarded the giant ship, which was the size of a city.

Instead of inspecting all the buildings on the giant ship, he went directly to the direction his gaze was directed and entered the ship's treasure vault.

The heavy door groaned in pain as it was roughly forced open from the outside.

As the doors opened, the individual candlesticks that served as illumination lit themselves, revealing the outline of the entire treasure vault and the contents within.

Tons of gold bars and coins were piled up like a small mountain, and various exquisite gemstones were placed inside boxes with velvet cushions.

They occupied more than half of the warehouse space, making Ron's golden eyes shine even brighter.

This ghost empire truly possesses treasures comparable to those of a nation, just as rumored.

(End of this chapter)