I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 244 Skill Enhancement (Two-in-One)

With 7000 proficiency points, Ron had never dealt such a large sum of money in his life.

The blond boy rubbed his hands together excitedly, the excitement in his eyes gradually spreading to the tips of his eyebrows.

However, after a moment, Ron fell into deep thought again.

Once you've mastered the skills, figuring out how to spend them becomes the real challenge.

In the past, Ron would have definitely chosen to max out the "Holy Light Meditation Technique," but after obtaining the Octavian Legacy, combat power is no longer a necessity.

He knows everything the Pope knows, and he also knows things the Pope doesn't know.

As a result, certain magic spells that are usually inconspicuous but can be very useful in critical moments become the primary choice.

Well, it might be possible to improve strength to some extent, but I don't know how much proficiency is needed to reach the fifth rank, or how much proficiency is needed to reach the legendary rank.

After glancing at the Holy Light Meditation Technique (Master 1086/3000), Ron felt that things weren't so simple.

The additional divine status is a special feature given by the panel, but this does not mean that 'Holy Light Meditation' can directly lead to godhood through meditation.

Two thousand proficiency points are needed to reach "Peak of Mastery." The gap between Legendary and Tier 5 is enormous, and it certainly can't be bridged by just two thousand proficiency points. Reaching the rank of White-Robed Archbishop by maxing it out would be incredibly lucky.
After thinking for a while, Ron decided to temporarily give up on allocating points in this area and instead turn his attention to the other attributes on the panel.

[Name: Ron Griffith]

【Age: 16/198】

[Realm Level: Fourth-Order Archmage]

[Notes on Holy Light Meditation Method (Master 1086/3000):]

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

[Note on Holy Sword Technique (Peak of Mastery)]

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

[Holy Light - Heroic Spirit Summoning (Master 706/3000) Notes.]

[Advanced Magic Theory (Master 767/3000)]

[Elementary Runes (Mastery 165/300)]

【Cooking (Master 260/300)】

[Remaining Proficiency: 7000]

After a quick glance, Ron hesitated for a moment and spent 2233 proficiency points to push "Heroic Spirit Summoning" to the maximum level.

【Holy Light - Heroic Spirit Summoning (Peak of Perfection) ↑ Note: You can summon a truckload of bread-like warriors to fight for you at any time!】

Countless pieces of knowledge about holy light and summoning suddenly flooded the boy's mind.
They were like a flood of seawater, causing Ron's head to throb involuntarily, and countless insights welled up in his mind.

In an instant, he felt that he had completely grasped the principles of this magic.

When it comes to summoning magic, the necromancers, who have long since disappeared, are the most proficient.

However, before the "deeper" appeared, these foul-smelling beings summoned the dead from unknown dimensions.
When the unknown dimension disappeared, the practice shifted to using the souls of the living, or spiritual manipulation of the dead.

But the summoning of heroic spirits does not summon the dead, but rather some imprints that exist in the real world.

Ron saw endless points of light before his eyes. These points of light seemed to be near and far, some large and some small, as if they were slowly settling at the bottom of the world.

He licked his lips, picked out the largest-looking spot of light, and gently grabbed it with his palm.

A radiant light appeared, and an old, kind face, like a chrysanthemum, emerged, meeting Ron's gaze.

This was a historic moment, a face-to-face exchange between the old and new popes, transcending life and death.

"Humph!"

Cyrus VII snorted coldly, giving Ron no pleasant look. His body, composed of pure light, cracked open like a porcelain wound, revealing a terrifying power that was brilliant, scorching, and purifying.

Seeing this, Ron broke out in a cold sweat and quickly waved his hand to cancel the summons, thus avoiding a suicidal attack from a "legendary" powerhouse.

At this moment, there is no divine power to suppress it. If it were to explode, the entire Holy See would probably turn into a lake of fire.

Is it really that bad?

So stingy!

Isn't it just about ordering your subordinates to spend the money you've saved and live in the big house you left behind?
Ron mentally scoffed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Through this, he understood the working mechanism of summoning heroic spirits.

Those specks of light are the heroic spirits that have left their mark in the world, and the upper limit of those that can be summoned has been raised to the "legendary" level.

If conditions permit, Ron can summon legendary warriors to fight at will.
As for their combined strength, he didn't even dare to think about it.

[Remaining Proficiency: 4767]

Seeing the remaining proficiency, Ron turned his attention to "Shapeshifting".

This is the third spell Ron has learned; although it has little offensive power, it is indispensable.

Because of its incredibly realistic appearance, it can be used not only for disguise in special situations, but also to transform enemies into delicate and weak little girls, and then bully them severely.

Ron stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and gently waved his hand, using 2821 proficiency to max out "Shapeshifting".

【Transformation (Peak of Mastery) ↑ Note: Who can distinguish between truth and falsehood? If an unidentified object smells like feces and looks like feces, then it is feces.】

This is a brief introduction.
As Ron silently absorbed the knowledge that had suddenly appeared in his mind, the corner of his mouth twitched.

His deep blue eyes swept across the room, then settled on the candlesticks on either side.
He jumped off the chair, held the gilded candlestick in his hand and examined it carefully, then suddenly rubbed it hard as he rubbed it.

A burst of eerie blue light erupted from the palm of his hand, and the gilded iron candlestick instantly softened and writhed, transforming into a heart that was gushing blood, steaming, and still beating vigorously.

Ron tightened his fingers and rubbed hard again, and his heart suddenly transformed into a loaf of bread, filling his nostrils with the fresh aroma of freshly baked wheat and the sweet scent of cream.
The blond boy unconsciously swallowed.

Reaching the maximum level of Shapeshifter brought about a qualitative leap, and it could no longer be called Shapeshifter, because even Ron himself could not distinguish between the real and fake objects transformed.

"At least, at least I won't have to eat candles in extreme conditions anymore. Even if it's a pile of poop, I can turn it into a delicious dish."

"If you were to turn someone into a little girl, that person would probably become a real little girl, right?!"

The scene was too beautiful for Ron to imagine. His lips twitched as he was about to study the transformed shapeshifting technique more closely when he suddenly heard the conference room door being pushed open.

Mino, the squad leader, stood in front of Ron, followed by all the members of the choir.

His eyes were unfriendly as he scanned Ron, who looked as innocent as a white flower, and sneered:

"I've heard about what you've done. No matter what means you used to become Pope, or what means you used to gain the support of the majority, the choir will never obey your orders!"

"Yes, Sergeant Mino is right, not a chance!"

The team members behind him echoed his sentiments, standing firmly on the same side as their captain.

Is it finally here?
Upon hearing this, Ron's heart sank.

Difficulties exist everywhere.

His easy attainment of a high position could easily provoke resentment from others.

Thinking of this, the blond boy politely asked:
"Who are you?"

It wasn't that Ron didn't remember the choir, but rather that he didn't know the names of the people in front of him.

That's enough!

Hearing these provocative words, Mino's face flushed red, and he forced out the words through clenched teeth:

“Mino Zakria, the head of the Vatican choir!”

"Heh, in short, I've made my point. From now on, whether it's a festival, a celebration, or a special mission, don't expect to get any help from the choir!"

"We will not obey your orders."

Mino raised his head with a cold and arrogant expression, waiting quietly for Ron's response.

He wanted to make things difficult for that bastard to get revenge for the grudge from a month ago.

Upon hearing this, Ron did not answer immediately, but instead focused his attention on the team members behind Mino.

"You think so too?"

His voice was gentle, without a trace of gloom.

Upon hearing this, Meredith and several other team members stood behind Mino and said in unison:
"We'll all listen to Squad Leader Mino!" The blond boy nodded thoughtfully, then said:
"You all answered so readily, does that mean you all like Mino Zaccheroni?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became somewhat tense.

Meredith and the other team members had different expressions. Seeing this, Ron Cohen began to explain the doctrines of the Holy See.

"I remember the Vatican seems to forbid same-sex relationships from going beyond friendship; that's blasphemy!"

"Hmph, don't think I can't see that you're all interested in him. I never thought the choir led by Cyrus VII would be so disgusting."

“I think you should all be taken to court for a proper trial and then dismissed.”

"You can't do that! You have no evidence whatsoever!"

Squad Leader Mino had sweat on his forehead, but he remained calm.

"Heh, is that so?" Ron chuckled, mimicking the president's mannerisms, "I'm the Pope, the Papacy is ruled by me~"

you!
Is it this dark?!
Mino Zakria was taken aback, not expecting Ron to be so unreasonable, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

But just then, he suddenly saw Ron put on a warm smile, pat his shoulder, and say:

“Mr. Mino Zakria, you don’t want your team members to be expelled from the Vatican because of you, do you?”

"What...what do you want to do?"

In just a few words, the leader of this group of young virgins had already sensed how terrifying Ron was.

"How? Of course, it's Mr. Mino who has to sacrifice himself~"

Having said that, Ron immediately stopped hesitating and a strange blue light suddenly burst forth from his palm.

The light magnified rapidly in Mino's pupils; at such close range, he had no time to prepare any defenses.

As the light faded, a girl wrapped in a bath towel, covered in wounds, with an unyielding gaze, and bearing a striking resemblance to Mino, appeared before everyone.

Mino Zakaria's expression changed drastically, because she could sense that this magic was fundamentally different from the last one.

He probably, it seems, maybe, perhaps he really did become a woman!

"You bastard, die!"

Mino lunged forward with a ferocious expression, as if he wanted to die together with Ron.

But just then, she suddenly felt her wrist being grabbed.

"Squad Leader Mino, how about we just leave it at that?"

"His Holiness the Pope meant well; after all, you know the rules of the Vatican."

what! ?

The choir leader turned his head in astonishment and saw Meredith, who seemed to be bleeding from her nose. He couldn't believe that these words came from his own teammate's mouth.

It hasn't been long, and you're already calling His Holiness the Pope?
"Damn it, what are you doing?!"

"Let me go, let me go!"

Mino appeared to struggle, but her teammates behind her were faster and forcibly pulled her back, preventing her from committing the crime of attacking the Pope.

"Your Holiness, please do not hesitate to give us any instructions if you have any tasks!"

Meredith and several other team members bowed to express their sincere gratitude to Ron.

"You're welcome!"

The blond boy gave a thumbs-up, revealing a set of small white teeth.

-

As night fell, in the Pope's private study, Ron, having finally finished his magic tests, leaned wearily against his chair.

The enhanced "Shapeshifting" effect was largely as he had guessed, except for one limitation.

That means they can only "transform" into objects of similar size; for example, Ron the mouse cannot disguise himself as an elephant.
The size difference between the two is too great. "Shapeshifting" is not created out of thin air, but also follows some invisible rules.

As for the remaining 1946 proficiency points after the enhancement, Ron saved them, waiting to use them after learning new magic.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Just then, a knocking sound came from outside the study.

"Your Holiness, Her Majesty Olivia wishes to see you."

No sooner had the gatekeeper finished speaking than a loud, boisterous female voice rang out.

"What do you mean I want to see him? Tell him to come out and see me himself!"

It's the president!
Ron's eyes lit up, but then, as if remembering something, his face turned extremely pale.

A deathly pallor, devoid of all color!

Yes, Ron remembered his Declaration of Independence and the sacrifices he had made to defeat Cyrus VII.

He stayed at the Vatican for two reasons: firstly, to stabilize the situation, and secondly, to avoid Olivia.

In an instant, cold sweat broke out on Ron's forehead, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his toes were so embarrassed that they could have dug three bedrooms and a living room out of the study.

"No, I won't see it!"

Ron instinctively refused.

After five or six seconds of silence outside the door, the guard's panicked voice suddenly rang out.

"Lady Olivia, you can't—"

boom--

The study door was kicked open, and a long, strong leg came into Ron's view first.

"Hey, Ron, you've gotten pretty cocky. Now that you're the Pope, you don't even respect me anymore?"

Olivia raised her eyebrows, a teasing expression on her delicate face.

"No, that's not what I meant..."

Seeing that the president didn't show any unusual reaction, the blond boy suppressed his shame.
As if nothing had happened, they cleared out the main seat in the study.

Didn't you mean that?
The black-haired woman didn't sit down, but instead leaned halfway against the edge of the desk, chuckled, and said:

"Who knows if you're telling the truth or not?"

Is this referring to my Declaration of Independence?

Ron scratched his head awkwardly, momentarily speechless with embarrassment.

Because no matter how you look at it, he seems like a scumbag.

Seeing the blond boy remain silent, Olivia raised an eyebrow, her amber eyes appearing exceptionally mysterious in the candlelight.

"Sigh~ Everything has been taken care of. The royal family and we have publicly stated that this was an arrest operation, accusing Cyrus VII of dereliction of duty and wantonly framing others."

"Of course, he won't come out to refute it; the case is basically settled."

That's not necessarily true.
Ron muttered to himself.

Seeing her trusted subordinate bowing his head and remaining silent, the black-haired woman's gaze wandered slightly, and her lips moved a few times, unsure of what to say next.

It means to reprimand him and point out his perverted habits.

We still need to educate him and tell him that those perverted fetishes are wrong.
Or perhaps it's to satisfy his fetish?
Olivia had very mixed feelings about Ron.

The unspoken understanding between the two seemed to be shattered with the declaration of independence.
Olivia wanted to say some of her thoughts, but because of Ron's age, she didn't know how to express them.

She racked her brains, and suddenly a reason came to her.

The president smiled and crossed his arms, saying:
"Ron, do you want to come to my house? I'll treat you to a meal."

Ron was taken aback upon hearing this, and blurted out instinctively:
"President, is your house dirty again and you want me to come over and clean it?"

"Besides, I was the one who cooked last time."

boom--

A fist suddenly slammed into the blond man's head, and the black-haired woman's face revealed a gleeful smile, as if everything from before had come back to her!
(End of this chapter)