I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 223 The Wisdom of Endurance

Stardust Society, in the corridor leading to the underground area.

Ron and Elena overcame layers of guards and took a plane to the deepest part of the underground.

Glancing at the rows of tightly closed metal doors, the blond boy could hardly contain his worry and hurried toward the metal door where the god of wisdom was imprisoned and guarded.

Through the crack in the door, he saw the president, whose forehead was dripping with sweat but whose breathing was very steady.

He doesn't seem to be injured, but what's with that furrowed brow? Is he having some trouble?

Seeing that his boss was alright, Ron suddenly felt relieved.

He exchanged a glance with Elena, who quickly opened the metal door.

"Ms. Elena, did the president give any further instructions before this?"

"Has it been said how long it will take to accommodate 'divinity'?"

The witch shook her head and said:
"She only told me to look after the Stardust Society, as for how long it would take to accommodate divinity."

"Hey you two over there, I can answer this question for free."

At that moment, a noisy sound came from the deepest iron cell.

"The answer is two hours. The great Mad Hatter never makes a mistake!"

A majestic and powerful voice followed closely behind, as if unwilling to be outdone.

"You idiot, it's none of your business to interrupt me!" Dr. Trickster roared in fury.

"I'll insert it, I'll insert it, I'll insert it, what's it to you?!" Mr. Mad Hatter retorted defiantly.

It's those two guys again.
Amidst the incredibly noisy argument, Ron's temple twitched slightly, and he felt inexplicably irritated.

From this morning until now, which is almost the end of the workday, more than two hours have passed.

The president still shows no signs of waking up.
Whether the Mad Hatter's answer was correct, or whether it was a lie conspired by Him and the Doctor Trick to deceive him, Ron did not consider.

Ever since Lady Fiona acquired these two forbidden creations imbued with divine power a thousand years ago, the two of them have been arguing non-stop.

Ron strongly suspected that these two guys were originally mortal enemies, and even if all that was left was their mouths, they would still fight to see who was superior.

Just then, Olivia's face suddenly turned pale, losing all color.

Ron's heart tightened, and just as he was about to bend down to check, he saw that the president's face had flushed again, and he looked perfectly healthy.

However, after another 30 seconds, Olivia's face turned pale again, and then instantly returned to its rosy glow.

?

What is this ghost?

Could it be that he suffered a backlash from divinity, was injured, and then recovered immediately?

Hey, how come you're getting more and more skilled and recovering faster and faster?

After watching for a full half hour, Ron noticed that the president's expression changed no less than 60 times.

He simply couldn't imagine what terrible trials Olivia was undergoing, that she failed a full 60 times in just thirty minutes.

"Miss Elena, do you have any clues?"

Ron scratched his head and looked at the dumbfounded witch.

-

"This is already the 106th question, but you've only answered one correctly. You still need to answer 99 more. You're not cut out for this. Give up!"

His mind, in a frantic state, flipped through the heavy parchment book, offering heartfelt advice.

At that moment, it realized that being stupid is not terrible; what is terrible is not knowing that you are stupid.

Upon hearing this, the black-haired woman gritted her teeth and got up from the ground once again.

A fire seemed to burn within her, and she gritted her teeth as she said:
"How could I possibly give up so easily? My subordinates and my friends are still waiting for me!" "I will never betray their trust!"

"It's just answering a hundred questions correctly, come on, I'm not afraid!"

"Don't underestimate my wisdom!!!"

Where did you get your wisdom from?

Such a blunt and insensitive statement is so off-putting that it's like having your mind racing.

Even the Enlightened God, known for his wisdom, probably did not anticipate this situation.

Otherwise, in the trials He Himself set, there would have been an option to forcibly kick someone out.

Although the vanished deity did indeed want to pass on "wisdom," it couldn't just choose anyone.

Even a "legendary" player would likely be severely damaged after taking two mind storms, hesitant to answer questions, or forced to quit because their thinking doesn't meet the requirements. But what kind of monster is this woman?!

The mind clone was so startled that its entire body flickered, but sensing Olivia's persistence, it still obediently followed the predetermined procedure and gave the next question.

Since they have already taken the blame for their mistakes, the test must continue.

-

After a night.

Ron slowly awoke from his meditation, his blue eyes first glancing at the pale yet rosy-cheeked president, and he sighed inwardly.

It's been a whole night, and Olivia still hasn't woken up. Her resilience is truly astonishing.

Even the arguing between the Mad Hatter and the Doctor Trickster subsided considerably, as people shifted some of their attention to this spectacle, a sight rarely seen in millennia.

Although we don't know what exactly happened at this moment, and we don't know what kind of test the president is facing.

But seeing that Olivia was not acting strangely, Ron breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to leave the underground to have breakfast, a breathtaking gaze suddenly fell on his back.

Turning his head, Ron indeed saw that there were eyeballs secretly observing Mr. Squint's room.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr."

"Mr. Cross-eyed, are you calling me over?"

The boy walked forward enthusiastically and greeted the eyeballs that appeared in the darkness.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr."

Accompanied by a strange sound, something resembling a human nerve ending emerged from the crack in the door.

The tiny fleshy buds twisted and wriggled, like worms huddled together, looking extremely eerie and frightening.

"Mr. Cross-eyed, you mean I should put it in my ear!?"

Ron was taken aback.

It wasn't that he had any prejudice against Mr. Squint, but rather that such a bizarre thing was simply unacceptable to him as a human being.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr."

"You mean it can be used to observe what the chairman is going through right now?"

Before Ron could even utter his polite refusal, he heard Mr. Squint's explanation and recalled how to use Mr. Squint.

Without further hesitation, he forced himself to push the object, which resembled a nerve ending, into his ear, suppressing his resistance.

In an instant, Ron's perspective shifted rapidly, revealing a figure made of light locked in a life-or-death struggle with a despicable creature shrouded in mist.
They saw an undying flame rise from the remains, pouring down from the sky and devouring all living beings.
He also saw countless slender black shadows floating above time, and a magnificent temple standing at an infinite height.

In the next moment, Ron's perspective shifted again, revealing an endless fog and a thought clone scratching its head and looking like it was going crazy in the white hall.

"Great, that's fantastic! After more than 20 hours, you've finally answered ten questions correctly! Keep it up, hahaha!"

(End of this chapter)