I'm really a serious wizard.

The "Mother of Compassion" shook her head, not revealing the reason for the matter as Ron had hoped, but instead changing the subject.

Do you know where divinity comes from?

Divinity.
Ron was taken aback; to be honest, he had never really thought about such a question.

As far as he knew, divinity was generally inherited from high-ranking deities, or it could be comprehended through effort and hard work.

There is no other way.

Ron stroked his chin and spoke his mind.

The "Mother of Compassion" still wore that kind, gentle smile.

"In the Golden Age, humanity remained humanity and could not acquire divinity through autonomous means."

"Legendary is already the pinnacle, and it is worlds apart from those born ancient gods or the offspring of ancient gods."

"Some of those gods are powerful, possessing more than a dozen concepts of authority, while others are weak, possessing only two or three minor authorities, and can only rely on powerful gods."

At this point, Ron suddenly understood.

Does "unable to attain divinity" mean "unable to comprehend it on one's own"?

Could it be that invincible giant named Helioper who killed the ancient gods, put them in a pot to stew, and ate them all in one go?

"Why couldn't I comprehend divinity on my own before?"

Ron raised his hand and asked timidly.

"Divinity is unique. Whether a god is as powerful as the 'omniscient one' or as weak as the 'god who controls the speed of raindrops on the eaves,' their divinity is unique."

“Their numbers are like the stars in the sky and the sand on the seashore; each one symbolizes the logic at the bottom of the world.”

"You seem to have forgotten how many enemies the Golden Age had?"

The beautiful deity blinked her blood-moon-like eyes, and the two enormous white slimes in front of her made Ron dizzy.

So, the reason we can comprehend divinity now is probably because that brute named Helioper wiped out all the gods, big and small, right?

I thought about the various cursed objects from the Deep World, and the "Mad Hatter" and "Doctor Trickster" who have been arguing for hundreds of years.

Ron couldn't help but suspect that all of these were remnants of the ancient gods.

"Isn't this a good thing? Why would it lead to the end of the world?"

The blond boy asked again.

Upon hearing this, the "Compassionate Mistress" sighed softly and said:

"If the world is a mother, then she is undoubtedly biased."

"The logic and authority at the bottom of the world are all in the hands of gods, big and small. With their death, the world gradually loses the support of the underlying logic."

"It becomes chaotic, collapses, and breaks down."

As she spoke, a hint of pain gradually appeared on the beautiful woman's face, as if she was unwilling to recall that distant memory.

"The Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions saw the end of the world, and from different perspectives, he saw that the arrival of the end of the world was inevitable."

"He was terrified."

Ron's eyelids twitched.

Mr. "Squint" did indeed exhibit timid characteristics.

But how could someone who used to be a fierce man who could cut down gods like vegetables be scared into madness?

He was vaguely afraid to think about how the apocalypse would come, fearing that he might also go insane.

So, what does this have to do with me being Helioper?
As he learned more about the subject, he became increasingly certain that he wasn't that kind of formidable person.

So Ron pretended to ponder and stroked his chin, acting as if he was trying hard to extract memories.

After a long pause, he spread his hands and said:
“I have no memory of this at all; perhaps I really am not Helioper.”

"You are."

Ron never expected that the seemingly aloof evil goddess was actually quite stubborn.

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"You are it."

The same old thing rolled around and around, and the blond boy's lips twitched.

"Okay, okay, am I ready now?"

"Madam, if you're saying the end of the world is coming soon, what difference does it make whether I'm her or not?"

In the end, won't everyone have to take the blame?

As the saying goes, if the sky falls, there's always someone taller to hold it up.

Ron also wanted to find someone tall, but after looking across two continents, he discovered that all the tall ones had died a thousand years ago.

Sigh, what kind of karma has this created?
Silently cursing to himself, Ron eased his incredibly heavy mood and was about to ask another question when he suddenly heard the "Mother of Compassion" say, word by word:

"You've finally admitted it, Helioper, the savior of the apocalypse."

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“You must help Themis to be freed; she went mad and confused because of you.”

Why, just because of me?

I was wondering why he was so stubborn; turns out he was waiting for me to figure it out.
"Ma'am, with my skinny arms and legs, I'm afraid I'll be instantly killed the moment we meet?"

"Liberation? I think it's more like He liberated me!"

Ron's eyes widened immediately, his face filled with disbelief.

He is still a child!
“I will help you, and the Lord of a Thousand Faces is not complete.”

The "Mother of Compassion" showed no remorse on her beautiful face, but her tone was noticeably weaker.

"This matter cannot be rushed; we must take it seriously and plan for the long term."

The blond boy spread his hands, striking a roguish pose.

After all, he's not even close to the "Legendary" rank, so we can't just let him go straight for it, can we?
Also, don't let me find out which guy Heliope was reincarnated into, or I'll have to make sure she knows why the flowers are so red.

The world, shrouded in darkness, fell into a long silence.

Ron's thoughts were in a state of extreme confusion, and he desperately needed a quiet environment to sort out the current intelligence.

He had assumed that the apocalypse in Verex's dream was most likely caused by an evil god hidden in the deeper world.

As it turns out, at this stage, even the evil gods have been driven mad by the apocalypse.

The reality far exceeded his expectations.

Wait, Verex can dream of the apocalypse?
Ron's gaze sharpened, feeling that this power in his bloodline was extremely similar to the authority of the "Lord of a Thousand Faces".

The latter is because this authority allows them to foresee the end times from different perspectives, and they cannot find a solution to the end times.

Or perhaps they found it, but couldn't solve the apocalypse, which is why they gradually descended into madness and chaos in despair?

Furthermore, the close connection between the "temple" and the high walls is also a means by which some of the Mystic Ten cope with the end times.
Could the old woman inside Catherine's body be one of the "Ten Mystic Ones," or some program they left behind, similar to the God of Wisdom?
Ron suddenly realized that he had already established a connection with these things, as if he were threading a needle.

Am I really Helioper?

Are these all signs of fate?

His thoughts were becoming increasingly chaotic, and Ron instinctively wanted to find the Chairman and Her Majesty the Queen to discuss the matter.

He shook his golden retriever's head, putting those matters aside for the time being, and said with a serious expression:

"Um, can I go now?"

Anyway, everything that needed to be said has been said. "Want to leave?"

The "Mother of Compassion" remained as gentle as ever, softly cradling the handsome young man in her hands.

Upon hearing this, the young virgin felt a pang of anxiety.

He forgot that although the person in front of him was once one of the Ten Masters of the Secret Arts, he was also a genuine evil god.

He had not come here to learn about the apocalypse, but to pay the price for summoning the evil god.

"Helioper, this is what you owe me."

The pretty older sister poked Ron's cheek with her fingertip and easily pressed it into her palm as if she were playing with a toy.

It's that damn Helioper again!

Ron sensed something was wrong, because the mistress below had already begun to pull off his shoes and socks with her fingers and peel off his robe.

Wait a minute, we're not compatible at all!
He cried out in his heart, but the eldest sister, the mistress, paid no heed.
She simply picked up the clean Ron with her index finger and thumb, then opened her bright red lips and put him into her mouth.

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On the Gobi Desert in the real world.

Olivia, Elena, Fiona, Sister, and Verex's group gathered there, all looking worriedly at the "squinting" man who was blinking wildly.

As part of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and All Visions, He is able to see some things that ordinary people cannot see through His partial authority of "all vision".

I have to say, that was really exciting.
Although spying was not what "Squint" wanted, He resolutely took on the responsibility in the face of the people who were worried about Ron.

Countless eyes linked by ganglia stared intently; "Squint" prided himself on his extensive knowledge, and not a single piece of gossip from the capital of Oran could escape his notice.

But Ron's current predicament still opened the door to a new world for Him.

Don't worry, everything's fine, he'll be back soon.

Looking at the sentences formed by the ganglion tentacles, Olivia couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Damn it, if only I were a little stronger.
She couldn't help but feel frustrated and hated her current weakness.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, Olivia suddenly turned her head to look at a spatial coordinate in the void.

Elena, however, was slow to realize what was happening. Just as she turned her head, she saw the blond boy bursting out from the spatial rift.

Under the influence of an unknown force, it flew more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

Olivia was anxious and quickly moved to her subordinate's side.

The once enthusiastic and lively boy had lost all expression, staring blankly at the arriving student council president.

His robes were clean, but his hair and body looked as if they had been pulled out of the water.

Olivia leaned closer and took a light sniff, then immediately took a few steps back in disgust, asking innocently:

"Ron, why do you smell weird?"

"Is it because I'm being rude? Did the Mistress of Mercy throw you into the sea?"

Upon hearing this, Ron was overcome with grief.

In order to protect the world, he had to fight a tunnel war against the evil god for two whole hours, which left him weak and numb, sweating profusely, and his body was completely drained, with countless soldiers lost.

If he hadn't already become a fifth-tier mage, and was even moving closer to becoming a legendary mage, he probably would have drowned long ago.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Thinking of this, and the unforgettable yet terrifying scene in his memory, tears welled up in Ron's eyes, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Do you know how much psychological damage this is to a man?!
Seeing Ron's disheveled appearance, Olivia's eyebrows furrowed almost completely. She glanced at Elena, who had rushed over, and tilted her head, asking innocently:
"Elena, what's wrong with him? Why is he crying?"

The experienced witch twitched her lips and her nose slightly, and she understood what was going on.

That's amazing!

Her gaze gradually shifted to pity, and she whispered to Olivia:

"What he needs right now is not questions, but a gentle embrace and comfort."

As she spoke, the witch lifted her skirt, stepped into her silver and sapphire-encrusted high heels, and gracefully knelt down in front of the boy.

"It's alright, it's all over now, you're back."

Miss Elena...

Upon hearing this, Ron, his eyes red-rimmed, let out another pig-like scream and buried himself in the witch's arms, feeling the belated comfort she offered.

Olivia was still completely confused.

His gaze swept over the envious Saint Ellen and the thoughtful Verex, finally settling on the knowledgeable Fiona.

Unaware of anything amiss, she leaned closer and asked in a low, respectful voice:

"Senior Crown of Stars, do you know what happened to Ron?"

"Hmph, a junior is a junior. It's not your fault if you lack experience."

Fiona proudly raised her pale pink head, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to brush off this question.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her.

"Ahem, junior, evil gods are usually filthy. Ron has been corrupted by a higher-ranking being."

“Look, not only is there filth on his body, but he’s also mentally unstable.”

Is that right?

The dark-haired woman blinked her beautiful fox-like eyes, looked at Ron who was crying loudly, and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Olivia was exceptionally talented and never encountered any bottlenecks in her magical practice, making her arguably the number one mage in Oran's history.

Even so, it was still impossible to protect the one you love.

This made Olivia clench her fists, vowing to become stronger.

Thinking of this, she strode forward, snatched Ron from Elena's arms, and placed him on her firm chest muscles.

"Ron, the president is here. Don't worry, it's all in the past."

Hearing these reassuring words, the blond boy gradually stopped crying and secretly made a vow.

Don't let me find out who that son of a bitch Helioper is!

Savior my foot! You're a cowardly coward. We'll see if you get what you deserve once we find you!

"President!!!"

As he thought about it, Ron hugged Olivia's waist tightly and refused to let go.

He was terrified.

"Everyone, I don't think now is the time to relax."

"Although it is not appropriate to bring this up at this time, the war was not truly stopped."

Seeing that Ron's emotions were gradually calming down, Verex summarized the current situation for everyone.

"Although Lilvis is dead, the war bill is still in effect, and we must find a way to persuade the Federal Parliament."

"Fortunately, without Lilvis, things should go smoothly for us."

As a local, Verex felt he should stand up at a time like this.

After all, the end of the world is coming soon, and at this critical juncture, uniting all forces that can be united is of paramount importance.

"I'll do it! I'll persuade them!"

At this moment, Ron, with a stubborn expression, broke free from Olivia's embrace.

At this moment, he has regained his spirits!
"Vellex, do you have a magical device that can project images? I'll talk to those councilors!" (End of Chapter)