I'm really a serious wizard.

As soon as Ron finished speaking, a slender, lotus-root-like arm stretched out from the void.

The arm was covered with knife-cut and axe-like wounds, giving the impression of being trapped in endless pain.

No, this is not an illusion.

The ganglion tentacles, which stretched out to an unknown distance, suddenly twitched, and countless eyes rolled back to reveal the whites of their eyes, emitting shouts of varying sizes, sharpness, and muffledness.

"run!"

Seeing the two reversed gods clash, Olivia immediately grabbed Ron by the collar and dragged him and "Squint" away into the distance.

The remaining people went in the opposite direction.

"President, is this alright?"

Halfway there, Ron, feeling that what he was doing was somewhat immoral, suddenly asked a question.

Although the "Mother of Mercy" is defined as a reversed deity, she has helped him many times.

He felt guilty if he just ran away like that.

Olivia rolled her eyes and snorted coldly:

"Ron, you don't really want to sell your body to the evil god, do you?"

"me."

Seeing Ron, who was being held by the collar, speechless, the president's pretty fox eyes suddenly widened, her face full of disbelief.

"Ron, you can't really be that twisted, can you?!"

"That's an evil god, an evil god!"

"Making peace with Him will cost you your life!"

Oh, Ron, I knew I should reward you more often, otherwise you wouldn't be like this.
Olivia felt a pang of self-reproach, and even her running speed involuntarily slowed down.

Hearing this, Ron felt a mix of emotions, his conscience seemed to ache, and he felt that standing someone up like this was not a good thing.

Wait, something feels off.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the horizon transform into unknowable tentacles, which were silently enveloped by a mass of darkness.

It then vanished swiftly, destroyed, dissolved, and assimilated by the black light, leaving only endless screams of agony.

Soon, even the screams that echoed in the real world disappeared, and the "Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions" vanished without a trace.

Suddenly, Olivia frowned, feeling a pang of conscience.

For some reason, she always felt that skipping out on a bill like that was something no human being should do!
To think that the compassionate mistress worked so hard to clean up her messes, only to end up with nothing in return, is truly pitiful.
An overwhelming sense of guilt welled up from the bottom of her heart, bringing tears to Olivia's eyes. She stopped her egregious act of skipping out on the bill and stood there staring at Ron.

The blond boy felt the same way; his conscience was uneasy, and he felt dizzy and nauseous as if he had eaten a pile of feces.

Wait, something's not right. When did I become so indecisive?

Suddenly, Ron seemed to realize something, and sure enough, he heard Olivia say sadly:

"Ron, why don't you just give in?"

"Just a small part of the evil god is fine, otherwise I'll feel uncomfortable!"

As she spoke, the black-haired woman hugged Ron and began to cry loudly.

Can you stop crying? What's the difference between this and NTR?

Olivia was like a helpless wife who, faced with debt collectors, could only reluctantly hand over her husband.

And she also has to watch from the side!

What a compassionate matriarch! What a despicable evil god!

In just a few seconds, the usually decisive and efficient student council president can be transformed into a saint.

Moreover, it plunges them into boundless entanglement and suffering on a moral, ethical, and spiritual level.

Such manipulative methods are even more bizarre than those of the "Lord of a Thousand Faces and Ten Thousand Views," and may even surpass them.

"President, wake up!"

Ron was sweating profusely with anxiety, though he was also tormented by his conscience.

He wanted to give up resistance and repay the debts he owed, but perhaps because of the effects of the "Holy Light Meditation Method," his conscience did not take over his reason and control his body's actions.

"Ron, you have to think of something!"

"I fucking know, but I just can't stand the thought of handing you over. What can I, the guild leader, do?!"

Olivia was in tears, and even snot bubbles were coming out of her nose.

A demigod, facing a true god, was utterly powerless to resist.

She felt that not only had her spirit become more saintly, but her will and thoughts had also become increasingly benevolent.
Even the divine qualities within her body, under the unknown influence of the "Mother of Compassion," became "merciful."

"Power" is something that can't kill people; "immortality" is something that makes enemies "immortal" as well; and "enlightenment" is something that turns those around you into saints.

"Wisdom" hid itself away, unwilling to let Olivia think of any way that went against her conscience.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ron was utterly horrified.

Is he, this young virgin, destined to be unable to escape the mistress's grasp today?

Thinking of this, Ron felt a wave of despair and immediately looked at Mr. "Squint," wanting to see if he had any good ideas.

However, Mr. Strabismus was even worse off, crying his eyes out and twisting his nerve tentacles into a line of words.

[It's hopeless, He has his eye on you.]

Hey, that's not what you just said!

Ron suddenly felt a toothache, and as his conscience churned, guilt overwhelmed his reason.

Seeing that he had caused Olivia such heartache, the blond boy gritted his teeth and said:

"President, please let me go!"

Although the "Mother of Mercy" was incredibly beautiful, with a stunning figure and unparalleled allure,

But Ron Griffith never cared.

This trip and this action were simply to get the president out of his state of having a change of heart!

“Ron.”

The black-haired beauty gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, seemingly hating her own powerlessness.

The boy's resolute gaze was reflected in her beautiful fox-like eyes.

This conviction seemed to have touched Olivia; her expression turned serious, she suppressed her weeping and said loudly:
"The president will go with you!"

"Even if they die together, I, the chairman, will see them all clearly, let alone just watch them die!"

President!

Ron was shocked to hear this.

He never expected Olivia to go to such lengths for him, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"Okay, let's go together!"

-

The Deep World.

Although it wasn't his first time entering this place, Ron suddenly felt a little regretful as he experienced the overwhelming sense of helplessness and panic of falling.

But the moment the thought of regret arose, the guilt in my heart increased a hundredfold.

It made him want to kneel down and slap himself across the face, cursing himself for being a worthless wretch.

Oh no, has she already become a lackey of the "Mother of Compassion" before even meeting him?

Ron was deeply saddened.

Olivia appeared to be unharmed, but her sudden heavy breathing indicated that she wasn't feeling too well either. Whoosh—

Just then, with a soft sound like water being cut, Ron suddenly felt his body falling rapidly.
Countless layers of worlds appeared before his eyes, all corresponding to reality, except that the deeper one went, the more severely distorted they became, as if silently telling the story of the coming apocalypse.

Finally, after falling to an unknown depth, Ron returned to a pitch-black space that seemed to have no boundaries.

The mistress was still the same mistress, with a deep red moon set in her eye sockets.

Her gaze was both sinister and benevolent, enveloped in a maternal divine radiance that accentuated her unparalleled beauty, almost causing the young virgin to stop breathing.

It's beautiful, absolutely gorgeous!

However, the wounds and charred areas on its body completely ruined this beauty, making it look like a beautiful piece of jade that had been shattered, leaving people with immense regret.

Compared to Ron's careful scrutiny, Olivia didn't dare to look at him for long, only glancing at him furtively.

The next instant, she suddenly felt dizzy, and when she opened her eyes again, she was back in the real world.

Damn it, why can't I even watch it?!
-

"that."

Without Olivia by his side, Ron was clearly a little embarrassed.

Having been someone's chosen one for so long, they didn't even say goodbye.

However, when Ron thought about Afra's faith journey, he felt relieved.

This mentality is like the difference between being last and second to last.

One is trapped on the pillar of shame, while the other has someone at the bottom.

In the vast, boundless space shrouded in darkness, a perfectly intact hand gently pulled Ron closer into its palm.

Ron felt uneasy as he was scrutinized by two eyes as red as the moon.

He pursed his lips and greeted them politely but with a hint of awkwardness.

"Um...long time no see."

"Indeed. It's been a long time."

The compassionate mistress's incredibly beautiful face revealed a faint smile, and her gentle and kind voice made one feel drowsy.

Wait, you can talk?!
Ron was so frightened that he took a half step back. After all, according to his imagination of gods, such beings generally do not speak or defecate.

"Helioper, do you remember me?"

The "Mother of Compassion" didn't pay attention and instead moved her face closer.

What about Heli?
The name sounds like it belongs to a woman...

Ron looked on with a puzzled expression and scratched his head full of golden hair.

"Sorry, I've never heard of that name."

As expected, the "Mother of Compassion" spoke in her gentle voice.

"Have you heard of Octavia, Donald Westor, Themis, and Tamur?"

Ron was startled upon hearing this.

Octavia, he had heard the voice in the papal scepter whispering the name of the Holy Light God of the Kingdom of God.

Donald Westor is the name of the dragon that was recently dealt with.

They even claimed to be a member of the Ten Secret Techniques.

He had never heard of Themis or Tamur.

"Uh, I've heard of the first two, but not the last two."

Ron replied honestly.

"Themis is the true name of the Lord of a Thousand Faces, and Tamur is the founder of the Mage Guild."

"Helioper, it seems you really have forgotten."

Upon hearing this, Ron's lips twitched, and he felt that the "Mother of Compassion" had really mistaken him for someone else.

He is a visitor from another world. In his previous life, he lived in Room 1001, Building 2, Flip Garden, Flip Street.

His mother is Zhang Xiaoli, his father is Hu Yingjun, and his name is Hu Tutu.

After rambling on about some completely unrelated things to ease his slightly tense mood, Ron said in a serious tone:

"Are you sure you've mistaken me for someone else? My name isn't Helioper, and it's a woman's name, isn't it?"

"So you don't remember anything at all?"

The "Mother of Compassion" revealed a hint of sadness.

Hey, I already told you I'm not, don't be so stubborn!
Ron glanced at the corner of his eye, utterly disdainful of this act of impersonation.

"No need for further explanation, whether you are her or not is up to fate to decide."

"Since you have been pushed all the way to find the key to solving the apocalypse, and Octavia has also given you assistance, fate has already shown that you are her."

What does it mean to be given by fate?

I, Ron Griffith, am where I am today entirely through hard work and sweat, okay?

The boy silently retorted in his heart.

"Uh, I really don't remember. Who is Helioper?"

The "Mother of Compassion" furrowed her beautiful brows slightly, then relaxed them.

"The leader of the ten secret practitioners of the Golden Age, the mage who revealed the secrets of becoming a god, and the culprit who led the world into the abyss."

"She brought about the apocalypse."

"."

Ron tightened his expression, relieved that he hadn't admitted it.

He knew that this bullshit doomsday was absolutely inextricably linked to these upright and reversed gods.

So, Helioper is the leader of the Ten Mystic Sorcerers, and the Holy Light God, the dragon, the Lord of a Thousand Faces, the Mistress of Compassion, and the founder of the Mage Association are all members of the Ten Mystic Sorcerers?
Oh, and there's also the Enlightened God, who died a long time ago!

Without hiding his thoughts, Ron voiced his question and received an affirmative response.

He opened his mouth, frowned, and asked in return:
"Then why did you call me Helioper?"

"As far as I know, the Ten Mystic Techniques are a thing of the past from the Golden Age, and it's been an unknown amount of time since then."

It's so ancient that even history has gaps in its continuity. Is it fair that you're accusing me like this?

The "Mother of Compassion" understood the meaning behind Ron's words and sighed softly:
"Helioper was the first to discover the method to become a god and put it into action. She brought about the end of the world, and only she could resolve it."

"Through the changing of the ages, we have delayed the arrival of the apocalypse in order to wait for her."

"And you are her!"

What do you mean, "I am her"? Is there any necessary logic to this?
Ron inwardly cursed, about to voice his doubts, when he suddenly heard the "Mother of Compassion" continue gently:
“The savior will surely come, and Heliope will surely come; this is the result of the gods’ creation.”

"And your talent has reached this level in just two months, and you have also gained a bit of divinity with infinite possibilities."

"So, your talent proves that you are her!"

If the "Mother of Compassion" first glanced at Ron simply out of interest...

After their second meeting, He had already placed Ron on His watchlist.

If humanity's first deity had not returned, what would have happened?
Who can possess a divine status at the second-tier mage level? Who can travel through time and return to the past? Who can grow to such a level in just two months?
Sister, I'm cheating!

Ron admitted that during his growth process, the panel guy did give him a tiny bit of trust.

But is it too hasty to wrongly accuse him of being a villain who brought about the end of the world based on this alone?

No, the cause and effect of the matter are not explained clearly, nor is the origin of the apocalypse.
Ron licked his slightly dry lips, calmed himself, and asked in a steady tone:
"Madam, what exactly happened back then that made the world like this?" (End of Chapter)