I'm really a serious wizard.

As the last gust of wind blew by, the peculiar magic that maintained the natural weather system abruptly disappeared.

The storm gradually subsided, leaving the devastated land barren and desolate.

And on this desolate land, three indescribable things stand silently.

Ms. Wind Chime's tactics can indeed have a surprising effect in certain situations.

But Ron wasn't prepared to become a poop; instead, he used shapeshifting to turn the three of them into "malle clubs" made of adamantite.

Please forgive him.

In a life-or-death crisis, the fact that he could think of turning into an inanimate object to avoid being locked on already shows that Ron's intelligence is exceptional.

As for why it turned out this way...
It can be said that the wind chimes were both its strength and its weakness.

In the instant he thought of the inanimate object, Ron inexplicably felt that it matched the experience Ms. Wind Chime had described.

With a wave of her hand, she instinctively tried to turn the three people present into excrement.
But at the last moment, reason prevailed.
The forced transformation of the shapeshifting technique turned the three people into the second most memorable thing in my memory.

"It's good enough to be alive, what more could you want?"

Ron explained briefly, without batting an eye, and spoke with absolute confidence.

"Junior, what are you thinking about all day? Are you implying I should thank you?"

"You turned me into this disgusting thing, tell me, do you often fantasize about me when you have nothing to do?!"

"I've seen plenty of perverts like you."

Fiona rolled her eyes inwardly, extremely displeased.

Keep in mind, she was still a young woman who had never experienced anything.

If word gets out, how will she face anyone?

Hmph. You should be grateful you haven't turned into excrement!

Besides, what do you know? I have scientific evidence for this. If it hadn't turned into a heavy metal like adamantite, it would have been blown away by the wind long ago.
Ron inwardly scoffed, completely ignoring the comment.

Meanwhile, Verex remained silent, pondering an ultimate question involving morality and ethics.

If this isn't a fake incident, is it genuine dedication or just one's own intellect that's being revealed?
Wait, what am I thinking? I've only been doing this for two days, and I'm already so distracted!?
Verex's eyes glazed over slightly, and he sighed inwardly.

He admitted that the Pope of the Holy See was a remarkable figure.

"Lord Ron, can we turn back?"

Looking at the now-vanished storm and the ravaged land, Verex asked with mixed feelings.

Although it's unknown how the act of "seeing" is sustained after becoming an inanimate object,
But Verex can see the surrounding scenery with his senses.

"Tsk, it should be about right."

Ron felt that the president had succeeded.

After all, the fact that a natural disaster that was still ongoing one second could almost fall apart the next speaks volumes.

A strange blue light flashed on the thickest and largest adamantite artifact, and the blond boy instantly appeared in the spot.

After checking their bodies and finding no parts missing, he used the same method to dispel the shapeshifting spell cast on Verex and Fiona.

Ron glanced at the panel and saw that he still had 1828 proficiency points left. He sighed slightly.

The gains this time were not significant, amounting to only 800 proficiency points provided by the werewolf warden.

To fully unlock Divinity, you'll need approximately 95,000 more points of proficiency.

Damn it, is my magical talent really limited to this point?
Give me some decent enemies, you bastards!
While becoming a legend doesn't necessarily require maxing out the "infinite" divine synchronization rate, a mere 1828 proficiency level is still insufficient.

Just as Ron was feeling down and wondering where to practice his skills after he finished, he suddenly heard a whooshing sound.

He turned his head and took a closer look.

Olivia was seen with a witch tucked under her left armpit and a bunch of eyeballs under her right armpit, rapidly approaching him with the help of the raging wind.

What kind of look is this?
Upon seeing this, Ron was about to make a few sarcastic remarks to the president when his right eyelid suddenly started twitching uncontrollably, and an indescribable sense of horror welled up inside him.

He felt as if countless gazes were coming from nowhere, scrutinizing every single detail of his body.

Under the eerie and terrifying gaze, Ron's face turned pale, his heart pounded wildly, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He was all too familiar with the feeling of being watched by something.

He is the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Views!
It's a genuine evil god!

Olivia, you spendthrift woman, hurry up and run!

"Close your eyes, Velex, crouch behind me, and Ms. Fiona, get back into the bracelet!"

Ron's face turned serious as he issued a series of commands.

At the same time, he squeezed out the last bit of divine power remaining in his body and set up a barrier to shield himself from the divine influence of the evil god.

Divine corruption is exceptionally deadly to those who lack divinity.

For example, the witch once spied on the Enlightenment God, but her whole body was covered with strange flowers, plants and trees, which was undoubtedly a kind of infection.

If even someone as strong as Elena was in such a state, Ron couldn't imagine what Verex and Fiona, who was barely clinging to life, would encounter.

As for why Olivia, who was being chased, was unharmed, it was naturally because her stats were high.

Thinking of this, Ron's lips twitched involuntarily.

What kind of time is this to be thinking about these things? Quickly think of a way to deal with the evil god!

The blond boy forced himself to calm down, his mind racing.

His first thought was to use divine power to connect with the Holy Light Kingdom.

Unfortunately, today's divine power has been exhausted.

Are we going to send Cyrus VII up to self-destruct with the evil god?

No, no, no. Putting aside whether he can defeat the evil god, the fact that he has to wait a period of time after self-destruction before he can be summoned again is enough for the Lord of a Thousand Faces to crush me several times over.

Or perhaps use the Holy Sword Technique?

Ron had an idea and decided to do it right away.

The longsword slung across his waist had long been familiar with its master's routines, resonating with the spreading holy light elements, and transformed into a small box containing a red and a black button.

This time, he didn't hesitate any longer. He squeezed out every last bit of magic power from his body and poured it all into the button box in his hand.

Ron has yet to unleash the Holy Sword Technique, a technique he has used with all his might.

Even he himself didn't know exactly what kind of power it possessed.

Olivia moved incredibly fast in mid-air, leaping through layers of space like lightning.

The moment the guild leader saw Ron, an indescribable joy welled up in his heart.

However, now is not the time for romance.

With so many onlookers, the president could only keep a straight face and portray a simple, ordinary relationship between a female boss and a male subordinate.

Just then, a series of dazzling lights, like shooting stars, flashed in her amber eyes.

A total of twelve holy light missiles, each emblazoned with a skull and crossbones, vanished in an instant.
From both sides of the black-haired woman, they charged frantically toward the unknown nerve tentacles.

boom--

Amidst the deafening explosion, the sky as far as the eye could see was enveloped in a dazzling display of colors.

The intense heat and the pure purification, like a real sun, illuminated the approaching dawn of the night.

The shockwave of the explosion, reaching hundreds of degrees Celsius, came from behind her. Olivia did not dodge; instead, she used the momentum to instantly travel more than fifty kilometers and landed beside Ron.

At the same time, a fiery red rune lit up in her palm.

With a gentle downward wave, countless meteors, each carrying flames, plummeted with astonishing force, crashing together towards the location of the evil god's tentacles.

Fighting against evil gods and purifying impurities—as Pope, Ron is undoubtedly the most professional.

But when it comes to who has the greater destructive power of magic, Olivia is confident that no one can surpass her.

"This kind of powerful magic can only hinder Him. Quickly think of another way!"

Sure enough, as soon as the president finished speaking, the dazzling light in the sky and countless meteors wrapped in flames seemed to overlap.

Then, to Ron's despair, it turned into clumps of fresh excrement that fell from the sky.

Yes, it's shit!
His face contorted in a grimace as he tried to twist his body to dodge, but Olivia was clearly a step ahead of him.

With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind surged forth, splattering all the defined "shit" onto the unknowable neural tentacles.

"The Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions can define anything He knows as His desire, except that He seems a bit brain-dead and doesn't understand what He wants."

Olivia tried to lighten the mood by feigning nonchalance.

He then threw the witch and "cross-eyed" who were tucked under his armpits onto the ground.

While being hunted by the evil god, seeking out Ron was not Olivia's original intention.

As a superior and subordinate with a questionable relationship, she didn't want to bring this extraordinary danger to Ron.

Opposition to this view is expressed by those who believe that strabismus is a sign of disapproval.

They also said that only by finding Ron could the crisis of the evil god invading the real world be resolved.

Otherwise, not only would the main continent be destroyed, but even they themselves would not be able to escape.

Considering the strange behavior of "squinting" and its resemblance to the Lord of a Thousand Faces, Olivia ultimately took His advice.

As for how the two sides communicated...

[Quickly call for help (˙▽˙)]

Ron was slightly speechless as he looked at Mr. Squinting, who was twisting words into them with a single nerve tentacle.

The tentacles were already twisting and turning, which was already quite a struggle, so what's with the little smiley face on top of that?

"Looking for help?"

Ron had a bad feeling about him for no reason.

If we're talking about the guys he knows, the only one who could be considered a helper by Mr. "Squint" is probably that goddess below him.

I have a family to support, and you're asking me to sell my body, and you're even thinking about having two lovers involved!

Is this good?
Seemingly sensing Ron's thoughts, "Squint" became so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes.

Please, bro, I'm begging you.

【·()·】

Hey, is it really that bad?!
Seeing this, Ron's lips twitched, realizing that there was no other good solution at the moment.

Ron glanced at the president, whose face was full of trust, and at the witch, whose face was pale and who could not even speak due to the influence of divinity, and silently made up his mind.

"President, I'm going to sell my body!"

Ron's face tightened, and he spoke to Olivia with barely concealed trepidation.

The president, with her exquisite appearance and assertive demeanor, nodded without the slightest hesitation.

"Go, Ron, but remember not to push yourself too hard."

What do you mean by "don't work too hard"?
The blond boy's eyelids twitched, and he was about to offer an explanation when he heard the black-haired woman say nonchalantly:

“Summoning evil gods always comes at a great price, sometimes even requiring one’s life to pay the price.”

“There are quite a few cases recorded in the Stardust Society.”

"It's just a bit of dedication, nothing serious."

"Anyway, you're always playing LOL anyway, so let's just take advantage of this in advance."

What are you saying?!

Upon hearing this, Ron's face contorted in disbelief, and he even felt the urge to cower in fear.

“Miss Elena, I…”

Before the blond boy could finish speaking, Elena waved her hand dismissively.

"Go ahead, little one, I support you too."

"If you can save the world just by being dedicated, then it's a good deal."

?

you……

you!!!

"Aren't you worried that I'll be harmed by the evil god?"

Ron asked in a trembling voice.

【No, it won't_(:з」∠)_】

Mr. "Squint" was the first to give an answer, accompanied by an indifferent expression.

Elena and Olivia both let out a cold laugh, uttering almost the same chilling words:

"As long as there is no cutting corners and the materials meet the requirements of the transaction, there is a high probability that there will be no problems."

Am I someone who cuts corners?
Ron was indignant and was about to retort when he suddenly saw a slight smile on the president's lips.

Just then, Fiona's grandmother's voice reached my ears.

"Junior, are you stupid?"

“We are in the real world now. Even if you attract the Mistress of Mercy and defeat the evil god, Olivia is confident that she can help you escape when you pay the price.”

"The only question is whether your identity can attract that reversed god and make him hear your request."

"Hmph, what a pig-brain!"

Is that really how it is?

Upon hearing this, Ron suddenly realized what was going on and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking that the people of the Kingdom of Oran were simply wicked beyond measure.

No sooner said than done, in mid-air, the nerve tentacles covered in eyeballs had already broken through Olivia's defenses.

He might define a meteorite engulfed in flames as 0, or change the direction of the wind wall that stands alone in front of it.

Upon seeing this, Ron's heart tightened, and without further hesitation, he replaced his head with the title "Chosen One of Compassion."
At the same time, he drew upon his newly recovered mana and used a teleportation spell that could transport him to an absolutely safe location.

Using one's status to attract the Compassionate Mistress clearly carries considerable risk.

However, using magic that has been modified by randomly changing the panel can minimize the risk.

The next moment, the entire sky suddenly darkened.

Countless blood-stained thorns, representing pain, spread out from nowhere, gently and mercifully enveloping the nerve tentacles filled with eyeballs.

Ron swears he's never seen such a gentle gesture.

However, the tentacles of the "Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions" were clearly not buying it.

".Define￥%￥#"

In the midst of endless chaos, the blood-stained thorns suddenly transformed into vines covered with flowers and green grass.

As the ganglion tentacles detached, the entire world's bottom layer rapidly returned to zero.

The ground beneath Ron's feet was disappearing, the sky above his head was disappearing, and even his entire being was disappearing.

Only then did he finally shout at the top of his lungs:
"Mistress, save me! Mistress!!!" (End of Chapter)