I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 239 The Declaration of Independence (Combined)

The first thing that caught the boy's eye was her long, smooth, jet-black hair.
Beneath her long hair lies a broad chest and a slender yet powerful figure.

And thighs longer than his life and black knee-high boots with extra-high heels.

Perhaps because he was exerting too much force, Ron could even see that the fabric of his trousers was stretched taut, faintly outlining the long and beautiful contours of his thighs.

Inside the collapsed hall, blinding sunlight streamed in, and a gentle breeze lifted the black-haired woman's uniform, revealing a white shirt underneath.

With the chairman here, my personal safety is guaranteed!

This scene left Ron somewhat lost in thought.

If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, he would have gone over and hugged her leg to ease his weak, helpless, and pitiful heart.

"President, you succeeded? But why did you still use your fists?!"

Ron approached Olivia with a delighted expression, caught a faint scent of peaches, and immediately asked a crucial question.

Upon hearing this, Olivia's smile froze as she stood there, trying to project an image of leadership to her subordinates. She felt completely superfluous.

"It's my choice, what's it to you?"

Olivia rolled her eyes at Ron with her beautiful, amber-colored fox eyes, then frowned and earnestly advised him:
"Ron, you'd better watch yourself. It's only because I, the chairman, am so magnanimous, that you'll die from your mouth sooner or later."

Uh... really?

I was just asking.
The blond boy covered his mouth somewhat awkwardly and sniffed the delicate peach scent again.

Before he could ask any more questions, the white-robed bishop, who was embedded in the wall by immense force in the distance, suddenly opened his eyes.

She struggled to pry herself out of the wall, staring venomously at Olivia, gasping for breath as she tried to heal the wound in her abdomen from which large chunks of flesh and internal organs were missing.

Bishop Gargamel was not dead yet; he retreated step by step, seemingly trying to escape.

Despite suffering severe injuries, she still retained some strength!
Upon seeing this, Ron's heart tightened at first, but then he suddenly relaxed.

Although he didn't know why Olivia was here, the president's strength was beyond doubt.

The president crippled the bishop who had been promoted to legend with a single punch, so she must have succeeded, right?
Demigods, demigods who wield wisdom.

Just thinking about it, Ron felt like this game was in the bag.

At that moment, Olivia patted his shoulder with her supple and fair hand.

Seeing the boy's gaze fall upon her, she unconsciously raised her delicate chin and smiled confidently:
"Don't worry, leave it to me. After all, my wisdom is unmatched in this field!"

In this field, their wisdom is unmatched.
Upon hearing this, Ron was stunned. For a moment, he couldn't imagine what kind of abilities the chairman would gain after inheriting the "wisdom" divinity.

Frankly speaking, for Olivia to become a legend at such a young age, she must be a magical prodigy who grasps concepts instantly.

But while he may be a magical prodigy, it's also undeniable that he's a bit slow on the uptake.

Yes. The near-immortality granted her a body that was almost immortal, and she inherited complete "wisdom".
Before Ron could even process what was going on in his mind, he suddenly saw Olivia step forward.

Accompanied by the clatter of boots on the ground, a pale blue light, like ripples on water, quickly spread.
In the blink of an eye, a familiar white palace appeared before the boy.

"Not bad at all. Having just inherited divinity, he's already comprehended magic related to a domain. This junior's talent is only slightly inferior to mine. He really can't deny getting old."

The almost translucent, arrogant senior suddenly appeared beside Ron, sighing in a mature and sophisticated manner.

So, what does this have to do with wisdom?
Could it be that within this domain, Ms. Olivia's intelligence is enhanced, allowing her to discover her enemies' weaknesses and achieve a one-punch victory?

Or perhaps they could use their "wisdom" to copy and learn the enemy's moves?
Or, could we predict the future based on existing information and change the variables?

Ron scratched his head, his eyes fixed on the battlefield, not daring to blink.

At this moment, Bishop Gargamel seemed to sense something. She first stared wide-eyed in disbelief and then retreated rapidly, as if there was something extremely terrifying around her.

Olivia snorted softly upon seeing this:
"What does 1+1 equal?"

What does 1 + 1 equal?

This extremely simple question made Bishop Gargamel frown, as if he had encountered some century-old problem.

Her brain was racing, but her thoughts were almost frozen. The sparkle in her eyes quickly faded, leaving her looking dazed and confused.

In just three seconds, Bishop Gargamel stopped thinking.

Ron was stunned.

His handsome face contorted in pain as he finally understood the true value of the phrase "no one in the field has an IQ that is unmatched."

"this!"

"That's terrifying!!!"

Grandma Fiona, who was standing next to Ron, was completely dumbfounded.

She had been a prominent figure in the world of mages for many years and had seen many strange spells, but she had never seen anything like Olivia's.

To this, she could only sigh:
"Alas~ isn't mastering the enemy's wisdom a manifestation of the divinity of thought and wisdom?"

"This junior has a strong personality, so it's not surprising that he has mastered this kind of magic that targets enemies."

Hey, stop trying to cover for her!
Ron's lips twitched as he listened, unsure where to begin his comment.

To be honest, the ability to lower the enemy's intelligence and prevent them from thinking is powerful, but the blond boy found it increasingly strange.

I have a feeling that this ability appearing in the president is extremely dangerous.

At that moment, the white hall rapidly collapsed and dissipated. The black-haired woman glanced at her subordinate with her beautiful fox-like eyes and smiled confidently:

"Hey, how's Ron?"

"This is the divinity of 'wisdom'!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy remained silent.

After a long pause, he asked with a hint of hope:
"President, is it possible to improve one's IQ within this domain?"

"of course can."

Olivia nodded slightly.

"Then why don't you improve your IQ?"

"Ron, what do you mean? Is there any room for me to improve my IQ?"

This confident retort left Ron speechless.

Okay, whatever makes you happy.

Now is not the time to dwell on these trivial details; finding Cyrus VII and eliminating him is the top priority.

He had been stuck here for over seven minutes, and Elena and Afra were in danger of dying at any moment.

"President, uh, Cyrus VII is upstairs, we must hurry!"

Ron wanted to explain the situation, but the words caught in his throat and he changed them to something more concise.

"Alright, follow me, I'll take you to settle the score with that old bastard!"

The black-haired woman's expression turned serious. Ignoring the white-robed archbishop whose wisdom was frozen and whose thinking was stagnant, she bypassed him and found the passage to the upper level.

This was out of concern that after the death of the white bishop, the blessings from the Holy Light would return to a state of being without a master, and to prevent them from being used by Cyrus VII.

The blond boy understood and followed Olivia across the second level of the Sky Garden, quickly arriving at the third level.

As soon as he entered, Ron felt an endless stream of holy light surrounding him.

Faintly, a majestic and vast song echoed, and the architectural style of the third floor differed greatly from that of the first two floors.
Holy, magnificent, splendid, sacred.

It's more like a divine realm than a man-made structure.

At this moment, Ron, who had been looking around without slowing down at all, suddenly noticed that the guild master had stopped.

She seemed particularly uncomfortable in this environment filled with holy light, as if she were being rejected by her surroundings.

Her delicate face showed regret, guilt, and an expression as if she had done something wrong.

Olivia broke out in a cold sweat, as if she were being subjected to an invisible judgment.

This is a characteristic of divine power; this is a manifestation of holy light and divinity.

No one in this world is absolutely right. Everyone has an unspeakable dark side, as well as thoughts of doing bad things and some unbearable past experiences.

These shameful crimes, as they drew ever closer to Cyrus VII, would be repelled by the divine power. Further progress would not only subject them to inner torment, but would likely cause immense harm to their bodies and souls.

"Hmm, this must be the divine power of the Holy Light God Lord. We must hurry!"

"Otherwise, if Cyrus VII succeeds, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The haughty senior's voice came from the cat paw bracelet on Ron's wrist.

As a powerful mage who had been teammates with the Pope, Fiona had witnessed the descent of gods.

"I'm fine. Senior Fiona is right, we have to hurry!"

The black-haired woman took a deep breath, then looked at Ron with some surprise.

"Why are you okay?"

How come I'm fine? That's a question you're asking, of course it's because I have a clear conscience.
The blond boy pursed his lips, wearing an expression of loneliness befitting a master.

"Because I am kind!"

Having said that, he didn't delay and took Olivia's place at the front.

As they went deeper, their speed inevitably decreased, and when they reached the top floor of the Sky Garden, even Ron couldn't help but break out in a fine sweat.

In this world, everyone has dark thoughts and malicious acts that they are unaware of, even someone as powerful as Ron is no exception.

However, based on his strength, he only felt some resistance, which he could easily withstand at this stage.

In contrast, Olivia, who was following behind Ron, looked pale, as if resisting external pressure had taken a heavy toll on her.

boom--

He kicked open the arched doorway in front of him, and endless holy light elements flooded into Ron's eyes.

At this moment, the colorful dome refracted colorful light, and the carefully cultivated flowers swayed gently, gradually becoming sacred and turning into pure gold.

The power originating from the Holy Light God Lord has increased once again, causing the pressure to rise.

click-

Ron heard the cracking sound of Olivia's bones being squeezed, and for some reason, his heart felt heavy, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

"You actually managed to get this far!?"

At that moment, a very surprised, aged voice suddenly rang out.

However, upon seeing Olivia's pale face, Cyrus VII scoffed:

"So you were just putting on a brave face. Even if you made it this far, how much strength do you have left?"

"Bullshit, Cyrus, you old fart! Wait until I catch my breath, then I'll beat the shit out of you!"

Olivia retorted, but as soon as the impolite words left her mouth, her face paled even more.

"These are the rules set by the God, and they are also the manifestation of the divinity of 'order'. Even if you become a demigod, you will not be able to resist them."

"All sinners will be judged!"

As soon as Cyrus VII finished speaking, the scepter made of fine gold in his hand swayed slightly.

The next moment, in Ron's perception, certain rules around him were amplified.

The guilt in his heart intensified, and he vaguely felt a chill rising from his forehead, as if a sharp sword was hanging above it.

Even someone with a divine status cannot be completely immune to the immense power emanating from the gods.

After all, he was just a lowly fourth-tier mage, and the difference in strength was too great.

How can we fight this! ?

Under such immense pressure, even moving around was extremely difficult, let alone defeating Cyrus VII.

Ron's mind raced as he quickly tried to come up with a solution.

I, Ron Griffith, have done countless good deeds and helped so many people that it's impossible to remember them all. Am I really going to lose to others on a moral level today?!
Wait, something's wrong!

Perhaps because the chairman, who embodies "wisdom," was right beside him, Ron quickly realized a blind spot.

It wasn't that he was boasting, but that after doing good deeds for so many years, he had not only gained the recognition of the Holy Light element, but had also obtained the status of a god.

Under these many conditions, he would be suppressed, even by Cyrus VII, who had done many bad things.
Thinking of this, Ron's lips curled up, and he looked at Cyrus VII and said:
"It seems you have no way to deal with us. Otherwise, why would you have the white-robed bishop stall for time and waste your breath talking to us!"

"If I'm not mistaken, you've definitely been restricted as well!"

Upon hearing this, Cyrus VII sneered:
"I forgot, there's also Olivia's dog."

"Once I've dealt with that witch and that snake, it'll be your turn!"

The white-haired and bearded Pope, positioned in the very center of the garden, once again vigorously waved his scepter.

The scepter, crafted from refined gold, was covered with wisps of black, fluffy material, giving anyone who glanced at it a feeling of helplessness, despair, and utter hopelessness.

This is the aura of the "deep" world, and it is eroding this scepter!

Ron's eyes narrowed slightly. Having fallen to the deepest point in the Deep World, he instantly sensed the source of this aura.

For no apparent reason, he suddenly remembered the fall of the old capital six years ago that had caused the death of the previous president, and he also understood how the Pope, who was merely a "puppet," was able to disrupt the order established by the god he believed in.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ron caught a glimpse of the bright daylight outside the window.

Recalling what Cyrus VII had just said, his heart tightened, and he activated the Holy Light Meditation Technique, taking a firm step forward.

He, Ron Griffith, was a respectable and innocent virgin.

How could we possibly lose to someone in a place like this?!

One step, two steps, three steps.
Under Cyrus VII's horrified gaze, Ron walked step by step to him, firmly reaching out and grasping the Holy Light Scepter that was about to be swung down.

The giant sword descending through the sky suddenly stopped, no longer simply obeying the Pope's commands.

Although the blond boy was so oppressed that he couldn't straighten his back and his body was covered in countless wounds, he still smiled brightly.

"Haha, Your Holiness, it seems I am more upright than you."

How can this be! ?
Cyrus VII was stunned, never expecting that there could be a human being even kinder than him in this world.

Even as Pope, he was once a kind and gentle person who loved life, followed morality, and possessed a gentle disposition.
Although he has lost a lot of merit in recent years in order to carry out his plans, he is still far more meritorious than ordinary people.

"Holy Light God, was this also part of your plan?"

"Is justice truly invincible?!"

"No, I am doing this for the sake of the millions of followers of the Kingdom of Oran, to free them from the twisted dogma you have established. I will absolutely not compromise!!!"

The Pope's aged face suddenly contorted, and he roared out words that were passionate but Ron couldn't understand.

Then, with a determined look in his eyes as if he had made up his mind, he shouted loudly, disregarding everything:
"My God, I had evil thoughts! I used to secretly play League of Legends alone in my dorm room!!!"

"I even secretly watched the nun change clothes and played League of Legends in the corner!"

"Furthermore, I've even secretly smelled women's underwear and slept with it on my head!"

"I am a despicable and evil virgin!"

"I plead guilty!!!"

what! ?

To Ron's astonishment, the restrictions placed on Cyrus VII seemed to have lessened somewhat.

He pressed down hard on the scepter, and the giant sword in the sky followed suit, pressing down as well. Ron couldn't stop him no matter how hard he tried.

Damn it! ! !
The blond boy's lips twitched; he never expected such a thing to happen.

Overwhelmed with guilt, Ron was devastated.

Does he have to shout it out too?

Seeing that he was powerless to stop Cyrus VII, Ron gritted his teeth and, ignoring his burning face, fiercely said:
"My God, I... I have evil thoughts."

"I...I like Olivia, I want her to step on me, whip me, and stab me with her heel!!!"

(End of this chapter)