I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 167: Those who are capable work hard

The correct way to use Mr. Mad Hatter and Dr. Trickster is far more complicated than it seems.

While poking them can make these two creatures feel disgust and pain at being close to each other, the user must be able to withstand the backlash from these two divine-level cursed objects.

"Therefore, using the two methods together can have unexpected effects."

Upon hearing this, Ron inwardly cursed his despicable words.

Who says the god of wisdom is naive? He's incredibly cunning!

But thinking about it, it makes sense; not all the previous Stardust Lords could be as incredibly resilient as Olivia.

But they couldn't bear the enormous cost of having their lives drained for asking just one question.

"Well, have you grasped my authority?"

"Even the ancient gods could not stop me from exploring their mysteries."

"Olivia, if you want it, I will still accept you."

Only then did the "god of wisdom" reveal his true colors.

Being tricked into coming to the Stardust Society was a ruse; your real intention was to use the opportunity to demonstrate your power and abilities. You're truly persistent!
The blond boy felt a pang of doubt, then realized an important problem.

"If Ms. Olivia inherits the quality of 'wisdom,' wouldn't you disappear?"

For divine qualities to be divine, they all possess a necessary prerequisite.

Uniqueness is the essence of the divine.

“Wisdom will not disappear, nor will I. If no one takes over this authority, I fear there will be no more wisdom in the world.”

“All living beings will follow the rules and there will be no more wise people. At that time, the whole world will become a stagnant pool.”

"This is also the will of the enlightened god."

When the first wise man appeared in human society, it signified that the whole world had taken a new step forward.

If the wisdom of our predecessors is not inherited, the world's civilization may never have a chance to develop.

At that moment, Ron suddenly understood why the "God of Wisdom" was so persistent in pursuing Olivia.

There's no other reason than from the perspective of inheritance and succession.

Those who are hardy and resilient are the most reliable choice.

At the very least, there's a risk that if the inheritance isn't passed down for two or three years, a new heir will have to be found.

Besides, the continent of Oran is only so big, and there are only a handful of legends, so there are no other suitable candidates.

I will consider your suggestion.

Olivia looked grave.

"Then I will await good news."

The god of wisdom revealed an elegant and intellectual smile, then detached from the chestnut-haired lady's body, transforming into a jellyfish-like creature with countless tentacles.

Then, He randomly chose an iron door, locked himself inside, and locked it from the outside as well.

Ron stepped forward and quickly supported his colleague who was about to collapse, instinctively looking at Olivia for her next instructions.

Just then, he suddenly felt a familiar gaze from behind.

It was Mr. Squint; he had returned to the underground again!
The blond boy was stunned, finally understanding why Olivia hadn't pursued or even mentioned his responsibility for releasing the dangerous cursed object without permission.

Wait, Mr. Cross-eyed!
At that moment, having gained a deeper understanding of the higher mysteries, Ron had an epiphany.

He suddenly recalled the scene of returning to the real world from more than 1,300 years ago.

Ron remembered asking Mr. Squint about his purpose in doing so, but he didn't get a reply.

Then, in an unknowable world, they seemed to encounter the gaze of a colossal eyeball monster that occupied the entire world. The feeling of being watched was extremely similar to the way Mr. Squinty looked at him.

"Could Mr. Squinting also be a trait split off from some deity? Judging from his appearance, he seems to be being hunted down?"

"Ron, what are you muttering about? Hurry up and catch up with us, we have a lot to do."

The black-haired woman turned to remind her stunned subordinate.

The blond boy snapped out of his daze and gathered all the thoughts in his mind.

He first returned to the ground, dragged the unconscious Adele to the infirmary filled with the smell of medicine, and then returned to the president's office.

The moment Ron entered, he saw the president stroking a translucent black crystal in his hand.

Seeing this, the boy felt a mix of emotions.
This "canned revelation" was his reward for helping Eugene Yann exorcise the demon, and it was later forcibly taken away by Olivia.

"Ms. Olivia, do you really believe that the Enlightened God has fallen?"

Even the former president, who was a demigod, remained dead for a full six years, let alone a true god.
A thought flickered in his mind, and Ron said somewhat hesitantly:

"If a god really dies, at the very least something unusual must happen, right?"

He instinctively didn't want to believe this was happening, because no one knew what the death of a god signified.

At present, the Kingdom of Oran is in dire need of rebuilding after Catherine takes the throne, in case another disaster like that of more than a thousand years ago occurs.
Olivia tossed the black crystal aside, her tone flat as she asked in return:

Was the disaster that occurred more than 1,300 years ago unusual enough?

The president's point is that the "divine revelation" directly or indirectly caused the fall of the gods, and that for the next thousand years, they were in a state of decline.
Ron paused for a moment, then suddenly realized that this statement made a lot of sense.

"No matter what, it's better to believe something is true than not to believe it isn't."

“That old codger Cyrus VII definitely knows something, but asking him is pointless. We might have to find another target.”

As she spoke, Olivia placed the "Canned Revelation" in her hand on the desk.

If you were to ask who in this world knows the most about "the Enlightened God," it would undoubtedly be the Dean of the Enlightened Institute, who has been out of contact for several years.

If we can find a way to contact the other party, all our problems will be solved.

"President, is there anything I can do?" Ron volunteered.

Olivia shook her head upon hearing this. "No, I have my own plans for this matter. Go and summon all the ministers who remain in the council, except for West Germany."

At this point, the black-haired woman paused for a moment, then continued:

“Ron, you are a Level 1 Investigator, and according to regulations, you are allowed to lead your own squad.”

“I have a more important task for you to do. Catherine is about to inherit the temple, and she needs someone by her side to guard against any unexpected events.”

At this moment, Olivia couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She still remembered the boy who was a sorcerer's apprentice just over a month ago.
Just one month later, the opponent actually reached the third-tier archmage level, and his combat strength was even more than that of a fifth-tier expert in the Stardust Society.

This talent is even more terrifying than she was back then.

If people weren't so despicable, they would be the epitome of perfection.

Leading the team?

At that moment, the blond boy's face was serious and focused, sensing the importance placed on him by his leader.

He paused, then said seriously:
"Guild Master, I can summon many heroic spirits. Can you assign them positions to join my team?"

"They can just give me their salaries. I don't mind the hard work. This is called 'the capable should do more'."

"Get out of here, mom!"

(End of this chapter)