Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 509 The Essence of "Wishing Magic Lamp" is Fiji Cup (Two in One) 7K
"Pearson, he is very dangerous. I can sense it with my spiritual intuition. I can't even think of resisting him. If I do, we will definitely die miserably!"

Brent, who had an ordinary look but a perfect body, lowered his head with layers of cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't dare to look directly at the leisurely blond boy.

The scene before them completely overturned the perception of the four-member team.

At this moment, there was only one sentence echoing in Brent's mind, that is...

Don’t look directly at God!
"I am very familiar with this feeling. I remember that I once divined an item involving the 'True Creator'. I will never forget that feeling, that kind of divine pressure that made me unable to resist and could only tremble..."

She shrank her neck and wanted to warn her companions, but when the boy glanced at her, she immediately closed her mouth and wished she could stick her head into the ground like an ostrich.

Damn it, this can’t be an evil god! ?
Should I pretend I'm a cultist!?

"Brandt, you are a Sequence 7 magician. Can you predict something?"

Pearson seemed not to notice his companion's abnormality and asked cautiously in a low voice.

Bastard, do you want me to die? You are already a Sequence Five spectator, why don’t you just observe carefully! ?
The timid "fortune teller" shook his head and rejected this seemingly reasonable proposal.

At this time, a muscular man in a long robe from the team of four asked in a muffled voice:

"Then what should we do now?"

"Should we go back to the B&B directly, or stay here?"

It is not easy to survive in a place with strange rules like this, and the reason they have been able to hold on until now is because of two manual laborers, a Sequence Six of the Warrior Path, and a Sequence Seven of the Sailor Path.

On the other hand, it relies on the carefulness of the "Dream Walker" and the spiritual intuition and divination of the "Magician".

This configuration is indispensable!

Pearson thought for a moment, glanced at his embarrassed companions, and winked.

"Pearson, are your eyes uncomfortable? Why are you blinking so much? Are they dry?"

"..."

One of my eyes has been gouged out, and you still ask me if I want to do it?
The man wearing the tricorn hat suddenly felt deflated. He thought it was unnecessary to hypnotize his eye sockets to lose the sense of pain. It would be better for him to die directly in the mouth of the evil spirit.

"Don't forget our secret identities!"

He emphasized this to boost morale, then turned around and walked towards Ron.

"Has it been discussed?"

"What is your secret identity? Tell me about it."

Seeing this, Ron didn't care. He smiled and waved his hand, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.

"Sir, we come from an ancient and secretive organization."

"A secret organization that keeps up with the trend of the times!"

As soon as these words came out, Pearson seemed to have gained some confidence and gradually relaxed, and it was almost written on his face that we were the lackeys of the "Twilight Hermits Society".

"We give ourselves our own identities when we go out. It is absolutely impossible for us to escape from here alone. We must have enough leverage."

He thought to himself as he bowed to Ron politely, like a true gentleman.

Hearing this, Ron was stunned.

Why does your organization sound so familiar?
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he looked straight at the four embarrassed people in front of him, with a hint of condescending amusement in his eyes.

"Are you threatening me?"

"It's really the right way to kill someone!"

How can you tell that I'm threatening you?

The four adventurers were all frightened and turned pale. Seeing the handsome blond boy looking at them, the one-eyed spectator gritted his teeth and explained:
"Your Excellency, I have absolutely no such intention!"

"Oh? So what you mean is that my judgment is wrong, I am blind, and you are right?"

"Are you accusing me of being wrong and calling me blind and ignorant?!"

"It's so damned!"

"..."

The pupil of Pearson's only remaining eye dilated. He obviously didn't expect that a strong man would be so disregarding of dignity and find fault to this extent. He was a little lost for a moment.

Are you still being unreasonable?

"Sir, there is no shortage of angels in our organization, and there are many people like you..."

“There is even a true God!”

The leader of the adventurers spoke seriously, with a hint of pride in his words, and even his chin was slightly raised.

However, Master Ron was not a pushover. The young man raised his mouth and said with a crooked mouth:
"So, you are using your background to oppress me?"

"Why, is it so great to have a background?

Are you going to capture me and make me your servant? "

"If you dare to use your background power to bully me today, you will dare to declare war on all the righteous gods tomorrow!"

"Sir, it's not..."

"It's not what it is, you are not or I am not?"

"Boy, admit it. You didn't die unjustly."

me……

Who is bullying whom?!

"you you you……"

The boy's broken mouth made Pearson's face turn red with anger. He spoke incoherently for a long time, looking extremely anxious.

At this moment, the four-member team felt that Ron was more dangerous than those monsters who only followed the rules.

Extremely arrogant, unreasonable, distorting facts, talking nonsense...

Of course, you can only think about this kind of thing in your heart. No matter how angry you are, you must never say it out loud.

The atmosphere was silent for several seconds, until finally, when Brent, who had an ordinary appearance but a perfect figure, saw an audience member being scolded and had no power to fight back, he hesitated and said:
"Have you ever heard of 'The Fool'?"

Ron Sothoth's eyelids jumped when he heard this.

"Sir, I am from Intis, a member of the Secret Order, and an ancient and secretive organization. This person is well-known among the Secret Order."

"No matter who you are, as long as you can help us, our organization will reward you handsomely!"

"?"

So, what does this have to do with that poor guy?
Trying to trick me!?
The golden eyes narrowed slightly, making the boy's already extremely handsome fair face look cunning, like a sly golden fox.

"Humph, your two sentences have no connection at all, lack a certain subject, and what you said is true, but only part of the truth."

Having said that, the handsome young man looked at the ordinary-looking magician, which made her heart pound and her cheeks slightly flushed.

Although she was still in danger, Ron's appearance still made it difficult for her to remain calm.

"Oh, that's what despicable 'fortune tellers' always do. They only tell part of the truth to trick others into doing things for them."

Ron groaned and almost slammed the table, causing these people to fall into a baby-like sleep.

The despicable Mr. Fool has already played out this kind of trick!

Picking up the wine glass and shaking the empty wine, Ron stood up and walked around the four people as if he had found some great fun.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

He pondered for a while, then came to Pearson who was missing an eye and said in a low voice:
"You are the hidden line of that old Hermes."

Although Ron's words looked like a question, his calm expression and cold tone showed that he was just stating the facts.

The handsome boy's voice contained authority, like a sword hanging over his head.

How could he know! ?

"ho"

Hearing this, the leading "Dream Walker" was so shocked that his breathing almost stopped. After several dozen seconds, he managed to calm down and made up a lie in a serious manner.

"Sir, do you know my teacher!?"

"Then we are family!"

"My teacher is 'Hermes'. He and the true God in our organization are brothers!"

As if to make his words more convincing and highlight his hidden value, Pearson continued to add more information.

"Moreover, that great being admires my teacher very much and even wants to recognize him as his elder brother. He is also my teacher's right-hand man in the organization. This is what my teacher told me personally!"

"Sir, you should be able to see our sincerity. I definitely did not lie. I can help you contact my teacher after you get out!"

Suddenly, the pub was silent.

"you"

Hearing this, Ron was numb. He opened his mouth, a look of astonishment evident in his expression, as if he didn't expect that old Hermes would be so arrogant?

You are so arrogant that people who don't know you would think you are the ancient sun god.
Line mouth bar...

The blond boy sighed inwardly, returned to the high stool and crossed his legs elegantly, without losing face by arguing with the little bug.

"Tell me, why did you come here and what are you going to do?"

Master Ron has been very busy recently. He hasn't participated in the "Twilight Hermit Society" for a long time since the death of the bearded man, and has no idea what the situation is like now.

If we follow the boy's expectation, we can just divide the sealed objects and go back to our respective homes. You go back to your Intis, and I go back to my Feysac, and we will never meet again.

However, such a huge community of interests cannot be abandoned at will. The bearded man can only borrow Ron's uniqueness as a "dreamer" and organize a party every month to maintain stability.

But this makes things difficult for senior workers, because the leader is only responsible for organizing the party, and the subordinates have a lot to consider.

Pearson hesitated as he was about to speak. His expression changed for a while, and finally he showed a fanatical look.

"We want the Creator to return. We lurk in various forces just to let the divine light reappear on earth and no longer be obscured by evil, unclean, and filthy existences!"

"."

You seem to be hinting at something?
Hearing this, the handsome young man pursed his lips guiltily.

The Creator some time ago was killed by this evil, unclean and filthy existence.

"However, the bearded man is no longer alive. Even if I take action, I can only piece him together, but I cannot restore him to the state of the ancient sun god."

"What is this old Hermes doing? Isn't he letting Him..."

"Wait, this old man doesn't seem to know the true relationship between the bearded man and the ancient sun god!?"

'So, He took the bearded man's plan to deceive others and use it as a slogan to awaken the Creator seriously?'

For some reason, Ron suddenly felt very ashamed.

But he soon calmed down, a dangerous smile appeared on his handsome face, and he said slowly:
"I asked what your mission is, but I didn't ask what the goal of our organization is?"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, everyone present was stunned, and they all paid attention to one word.

We organize! ?
The surprise came too suddenly, and the team of four was completely unprepared.

"Your Excellency, you are..." Pierce's voice trembled with excitement.

"I am your teacher's brother!"

Ron said through gritted teeth.

After some conversation, Ron, relying on his status as the second-in-command of the "Twilight Hermits", successfully found out what these people were doing here.

Ever since the bearded man became unable to get an erection, many of the customized plans had major errors and omissions.

Although the news of "Adam's" death was kept secret, many smart people still noticed something was wrong.

Therefore, the birth of traitors and traitors was inevitable. "Your Majesty, we came here to track down the traitors, but we didn't expect to be trapped here."

"It's really embarrassing to say this. If we hadn't met you, we would probably all have died here."

At this point, Pearson's face became a little sad. He touched his empty left eye socket, quickly calmed down, poured Ron a glass of wine, and asked curiously:
"Your Majesty, do you know where this is?"

After the conversation just now, everyone no longer looked unfamiliar with each other.

However, there was still a pathetically thick barrier between the four-member team and Ron.

Unknowingly, they have become servants, spontaneously serving this powerful figure who is said to be the second in command of the organization.

"This is a place where the rules are disordered. It was supposed to be a prosperous island, but it was polluted by high-level forces and turned into this horrible appearance."

"To put it in professional terms, this place has fallen into memetic contamination. The normal rules have been weirdly distorted, giving rise to all kinds of weird and deadly invisible rules."

What are memes?
Among the four-member team, the only two extraordinary people whose extraordinary paths required them to use their brains had such a thought. One of them continued to pour wine, and the other performed magic, but their eyes were all on Ron at the same time, looking at this great being who seemed to know a lot.

"Huh, you don't understand?"

Ron raised his eyebrows, looking very pleased with himself.

He is very interested in imparting knowledge.

"I have explained the meme very clearly. It is a kind of distorted and disordered rules, such as fire burning to produce ice, tree fruits turning into placenta, or just making a loud noise can attract fatal danger."

“This is a summary of the distortions hidden in the rules.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man looked at the people who were frowning and thinking, and curled his lips in disdain.

"Stupid humans are really hard to deal with. They are not smart at all. It's frustrating to watch them."

Ron never paid any attention to such weak creatures. In fact, according to common sense, although the Old Ones and the Outer Gods were crazy, they would never do things too absolutely and slaughter all living things in the universe.

Even the despicable old Tianzun is the same, because if he kills everyone, there will be no fun at all.

At this moment, Ron suddenly felt that there seemed to be some strange noises coming from the King's Treasury. The gaze of the great being penetrated through layers of obstacles and saw that the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" from the Rose School was humming a faint and sad song.

The singing sounded like a nightingale humming in the moonlight, so affectionate and moving that one can't help but be moved.

'Is this another reaction?'

The handsome young man touched his chin thoughtfully and waved to the team of four who were communicating silently.

"Go check out the area first. I have something to do. Don't worry, you are all my subordinates anyway, and I will take you out."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After hearing the assurance from the great existence, the four people's spirits suddenly lifted. They had said so much and boasted so much before, wasn't it just to be able to establish connections and escape from here?

And now, they can finally put down the heavy stone hanging in their hearts and breathe a sigh of relief.

The four people looked at each other, and quickly dispersed without any nonsense, carefully exploring the surroundings.

A melodious, sad, and resentful melody bloomed from Ron's palms. Under the light of the not-so-bright candles in the tavern, a dreamlike figure appeared in front of him.

"A pure goddess of beauty is so rare."

The young man muttered something with a complicated expression, and looked carefully at the shadow in front of him.

He has black hair, bloodshot eyes, and a gentle and soft face. He wears an intricate long dress dotted with jewels and a crown on his head. He has a weak figure but an indescribable tenacity, exuding boundless charm.

The shadow looked at the young man with empty eyes, and finally bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, thank you for letting me meet Trunsoest again!"

"Hey, why are you being so polite? If you really want to thank me, just give me your body. I have no problem with that!"

The red shadow froze for a moment, as if pondering the amount of information contained in the words.

Everybody hates Cao thief, but everybody wants to be him.

"Sir, you are joking. I already have a husband."

"It's okay, I still have a wife, it won't delay me."

The boy stroked his hair, looking like a local hooligan.

"I want to be a slave in my next life."

"It's okay. I don't mind if you work like a slave for the rest of your life."

After all, the demon wolf has been used, and there will be dragons and female ghosts in the future, and cattle and horses will not be bad either.
"."

The red shadow opened its mouth, but could no longer find an excuse to refuse. It just stood there, flickering for a while, as if it was about to disappear completely.

Obviously, Ron's degree of perversion was beyond the scope of this mental mark.

After a while, the shadow filled with feminine charm stared at Ron's face resentfully, her expression full of grievance and entanglement.

"If, if you can let me see Trunsoest for the last time, that's fine."

Hearing this and seeing the resentful look, Ron felt an indescribable feeling surge up his scalp and asked uncomfortably:

"Hey, why are you looking at me like a scumbag?"

"You are just a scumbag, what's there to pretend? Even if you try to repay a favor, you can't do such a thing."

These words were not spoken by the blood-colored shadow, but by the wishing lamp hanging around the boy's waist.

Xiao Zayu's face suddenly turned dark, and he immediately retorted:

"You know nothing. This is called a fair trade. I don't need to be paid, but you can't not give me the money!"

"What's wrong with me challenging my weak spot!?"

Ron had just finished speaking, before the genie could refute, when he suddenly heard a burst of orderly footsteps coming from outside the door.

These footsteps seemed to have been professionally trained. The ground was shaking slightly as they were stepped on in such an orderly manner that one could not help but think that a fully armed army was approaching in this direction.

In the next moment, the footsteps suddenly stopped, and a loud shout was heard:

"The Emperor has issued an order for the Empress to enter the palace!"

As soon as the order was given, before the bloody shadow could react, two knights wearing heavy armor with no skin exposed kicked the door open.

“He is coming to take me”

The blood-red shadow's eyes seemed to be whispering in a trance, but then his look became extremely stunned.

"Why are you arresting me? I'm a man!?"

Ron was bewildered as he watched two heavily armored knights holding his arms and rushing out of the tavern like a gust of wind.

At this moment, the handsome boy did not choose to struggle. It was not because Ron awakened Xiao Nanliang's physique and wanted to be the queen, but because he noticed that the rules around him seemed to be changing.

In an instant, his eyes blurred and everything around him suddenly distorted and changed, as if it was liquefied and finally turned into an extremely spacious bedroom.

The bedroom was beautifully decorated, with gold and gems inlaid everywhere. Ron touched the quilt covering him with a complicated expression and found that it was even more high-end than the one he used at home.

"."

Silently lifting the quilt, the boy walked barefoot to a full-length mirror and saw himself clearly in the bright candlelight.

Her long golden hair was piled high, with countless jewels on it. Her golden eyes were as calm as water, and her exquisite makeup made Ron look beautiful like a painting.

What a bullied little Nanliang!

"So, those armored knights are not normal humans either. They are puppets controlled by rules. But why did they capture me? If they were going to capture someone, they should have captured that phantom."

"Is it you who is doing something behind my back?"

As he spoke, Ron poked the wishing lamp on his waist. In this chaotic place with twisted rules, it would be easy for the "Son of Chaos" to take advantage of the opportunity to stir up trouble and avenge his past inappropriate behavior.

Although he didn't know if it was the genie who did it, it didn't stop Ron from putting the blame on him.

"Don't talk nonsense. I can sense the presence of the Kingdom of Disorder here. Why would I want to disrupt your actions?!"

“Even if we can’t go to the Western Continent and truly take back the Essence, it’s definitely a win-win situation for us this time!”

"Humph, I am controlling the source here, and you have my help. I have no reason to take the risk of offending you at this critical juncture!"

The Son of Chaos obviously understood Ron, and immediately gave a well-reasoned explanation, leaving no loopholes for the smaller players to find fault with.

"Then why did you choose me?"

Pulling down his complicated layered dress that looked like a dress, the boy still couldn't figure it out.

"Maybe it's because you are prettier. The rules don't know how to be flexible. In Trunsoest's impression, his wife must be the prettiest."

"."

The face and body sculpted by Tianzun, the skin and hair color adjusted by God, and the demeanor and temperament of the god Ron, anyone who sees this put together will be confused.

A mere goddess of beauty, there is no comparison at all.

"Huh, Sothoth, don't you think your clothes are weird? I've been in Trunsoest's hands for a while, and this seems to be a lady's wedding dress."

"I don't know who she is waiting for in her bedroom in her wedding dress at this hour of night."

"Sothoth, for the sake of the Kingdom of Disorder, I have no choice but to ask you to sell your body. As long as Trunsoest can relive the good old days, maybe I can find a chance to get in touch with the source essence."

Looking at the blond boy's face darkening slightly, the "Son of Chaos" had never felt so comfortable.

Controlling source matter is obviously a technical job, and it doesn't mean whoever is stronger is right.

"Oh, you mean I can only find a chance to control the Kingdom of Disorder if I sell the hook?"

Ron asked in a calm tone.

"That's right. Although we don't know how Trunsoest died at that time, he must have left a lot of preparations. Maybe he can use the power of the source to exploit the loophole of death and revive on this island?"

"You and I both know that it is impossible for a true god to fully utilize the Essence. The only outcome of doing so is that they will inevitably become a monster eroded and enslaved by the Essence."

Don’t look down on your past poverty!
Now it is his turn as the Son of Chaos to have fun.

The three-meter-high door of the bedroom opened silently. Ron looked outside the door with an unpleasant expression and found a figure in his early twenties with brass-colored hair, golden eyes, handsome appearance but nerdy temperament standing there.

This is exactly what Trunthorst is.

However, his expression at this moment was dull, no different from those residents in the outside world who were controlled by the rules.

The handsome man entered the bedroom and started taking off his clothes without saying a word. Ron's anus tightened when he saw this. He quickly took out a crystal monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

And the next moment, the genie seemed to have a premonition of something and immediately howled loudly in fear.

"No, Sothoth, you can't do this!!!"

"I admit, I just wanted to make a joke, I didn't mean to really hurt you. You are the pillar, you are the present, the past and the future. You have ten thousand ways to solve the problems here, there is no need to do this!!!"

Hearing this, the blond boy snorted with disdain.

"You regret it now, it's over!"

Ron raised his right hand, aimed at the wishing lamp that was rolling on the ground, and twisted his wrist violently, stealing the identity and destiny of the Son of Chaos.

Then he turned his palm towards himself, stole his own appearance and returned it to the Son of Chaos who roared loudly and tried to resist.

"Fuck you, be your Fiji Cup!"

Ron growled and kicked the extremely handsome brass lamp onto the bed, and even considerately pulled off the lamp cover.

“These are necessary sacrifices.”

The blond boy shook his head and sighed, then lifted his skirt, found a chair, and sat there leisurely, watching the Son of Chaos frantically resisting the attack of "Trunsoest".

"Sothoth, I'm going to work early, no biting is allowed here!"

"The rules don't apply here!"

"Here. Woo woo woo"

Oh, this is miserable.
(End of this chapter)