I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 197 Breakthrough to the Fourth Tier
Ron had already figured out how the panel worked.

Of course, this is limited to practicing Holy Light.

The more good deeds you do and the more people you help, the more proficiency you gain.

And this leads to an important point.

When helping others, if you help ordinary people, you might only gain 1 point of proficiency.

Conversely, if you help a king who can influence the fate of millions, then the calculation of proficiency will include the impact this person will have afterward and whether more people will benefit from him.

If so, it means that more people are indirectly helped.

Miss Wang perfectly fits this description, causing Ron, who had figured everything out, to unconsciously frown.

In today's battle, he single-handedly saved the entire kingdom. Is 2000 proficiency points a bit low?

Shaking the golden retriever's head, he banished all the nonsensical thoughts from his mind.

Ron brought up the complete panel information.

[Name: Ron Griffith]

【Age: 16/136】

[Realm Level: Third-Order Archmage]

[Notes on Holy Light Meditation Method (Beginner 86/100)]

[Skill: Holy Light Healing (Pinnacle) Note.]

[Skill: Holy Sword Technique (Peak) Note:]

[Notes on Illusion (Mastery 179/300).]

[Holy Light - Heroic Spirit Summoning (Mastery 130/300) Notes.]

[Advanced Magic Theory (Proficiency 767/3000)]

[Elementary Runes (Mastery 165/300)]

【Cooking (Master 260/300)】

[Hint: Proficiency level remaining: 1576]

[Overall Assessment: You've progressed far on the path of the Holy Light, becoming comparable to 2.5 Gods of the Holy Light, yet you're still incredibly incompetent.]

2.5 Gods of Holy Light.
Once the Holy Sword Technique reaches its maximum level, its overall evaluation will also change.

Seeing this, Ron sat down cross-legged and meditated for more than ten minutes. After recovering one-third of his magic power, he cast the Holy Sword Technique again.

Golden patterns instantly covered the sword, followed by a flash of golden light, like a special effect from drawing an SSR card. All that remained in Ron's hand was a small black metal box.

What is this ghost?

This is Holy Sword Technique! How did it become this monstrous form at max level?!
Ron frowned, opened the small black box, and found two buttons inside, one red and one black.

After observing for a while, he still couldn't figure out how this was related to the Holy Sword Technique, so he impulsively pressed the red button.

The little magic he had regained was completely drained, and the boy's face turned pale, but the tanks or Italian cannons he had expected did not appear before his eyes.

Just as Ron was wondering, a whooshing sound came from a thousand meters above the ground, and he subconsciously looked up.

Suddenly, a terrifying missile, over 10 meters long and about 3 to 5 meters thick, fell from the clouds.

Its entire body was golden, trailing a long golden holy flame, and it flew towards the capital at an extremely fast speed.

I grass!

Damn it! !
Damn it! ! !

Upon seeing this, Ron broke out in a cold sweat, trembling with fear, and felt an overwhelming urge to urinate.

He frantically pressed the black button, his eyes wide open, until he saw the missile suddenly disintegrate and dissipate into a patch of light. Only then did he collapse to the ground, still shaken.

Damn, that's Holy Sword Technique!
At this moment, even Ron himself couldn't help but make a heartfelt complaint.

"Looks like I'll have to use it at a lower level from now on. If I were to use this thing to bombard everything, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be left with ashes." Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Ron stood up, still shaken, and prepared to allocate the extra proficiency points to other skills.

But just then, he suddenly heard the voice of his arrogant senior.

"Your magic is quite unique, but 'Holy Light God' summons a giant sword that descends from the sky, so why is yours something like this?"

"It's round and thick, it has no intimidating power at all."

?

No, to me this thing is more intimidating than a greatsword!

Upon hearing this, Ron fell silent, uncharacteristically unsure how to explain to his arrogant senior.

After a long while, he asked in a low voice:
“Ms. Fiona, aren’t you surprised by my magic?”

"Hmph, what's so strange about that? Even Hailette, who couldn't read a single word, could become king. You're just average."

"Juniors are just juniors, they have no sense of propriety at all~"

Fiona deliberately dragged out her words, then quickly fell silent, feeling guilty, and stopped talking to Ron.

Hearing the earnest teachings from his senior, the blond boy sighed inwardly:
It seems there are more geniuses in this world than I imagined; pride and complacency are a major taboo!

In any case, improving one's strength is a good thing.

Looking back at the panel, Ron pondered for a moment, then allocated the remaining 1000 proficiency points to "Holy Light Meditation".

At this stage, his level is his biggest obstacle, and the amount of magic power he possesses directly affects his endurance.

A man must never lack stamina!

[Notes on Holy Light Meditation Method (Master 1086/3000)] ↑
As the notification on the panel appeared, Ron felt a surge of magical power welling up within him.
A warm feeling spread everywhere, filling my long-parched body.

In the next instant, the magic power within his body surged, and countless holy light elements surrounded Ron, as if celebrating or cheering for something.

[Realm: Fourth-Order Archmage] ↑
The magic within him returned to calm, and Ron clenched his fist, closed his eyes, and carefully assessed his condition.

Upon reaching the fourth tier, the total amount of magic power tripled again as expected, greatly improving endurance.

Moreover, Ron could clearly feel that his efficiency in using magic had reached a new level.

Hmm. According to the guild leader, any profession before the fifth tier is a process of accumulation, and there aren't any huge differences. It seems I was overthinking things with Magic Wings; if I want to fly, I'll have to learn other magic.
Just then, the cat paw bracelet on my wrist trembled slightly, and Fiona's voice came through.

"Ahem, junior, weren't you at the third rank before? How did you break through to the fourth rank?"

Upon hearing this, Ron suppressed his joy and humbly replied:
“Ms. Fiona, I was previously at the third rank and have just broken through to the fourth rank.”

You're just leaving it there!?

Fiona, wearing the bracelet, frowned, realizing that things weren't so simple.

What kind of monsters are these? He's only sixteen!
However, in order to maintain her seniority, Fiona still grumbled:
"Not bad, that was about average for our time. A sixteen-year-old archmage, that's a promising future."

"But the younger generation is really disappointing. Are you the only decent one in the Stardust Club now?"

She rambled on, trying to change the subject so Ron wouldn't ask how old she was when she became a fourth-order being.

Upon hearing this, Ron stroked his chin and said:
“Ms. Fiona, I actually feel that the president’s talent is even greater than mine.”

“I remember the president telling me that she started learning magic at the age of five, became a legend at the age of 23, and is now 26 and is preparing to become a demigod.”

Ron genuinely thought the student council president was awesome.

You have to understand, I only barely caught up with Olivia by using cheat codes, while she only relied on her talent.

How old?

He became a legend at 23, and now he's ready to break through?
Although it was a great honor for the Stardust Society's younger generation to achieve such results, Fiona couldn't feel happy at all for some reason.

She felt that if things continued like this, she would inevitably become a nobody.

"Only 26? 26 is indeed a bit late. Your talent is not as good as yours."

(End of this chapter)