I'm really a serious wizard.

A letter from Catherine?

It's been more than half a month since I left the Kingdom of Oran.
Ron's eyes flickered as if he were in a daze, and he was about to reach out and take the envelope.

A slender, fair hand beat him to it and snatched the envelope from Vivian's hand.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the hand belonged to Olivia.

Ron's heart sank, then he saw the guild master smiling and saying:
"Since it's a letter sent from so far away, it must contain very important information, right?"

"Ron, what do you think?"

At that moment, the little golden-haired fish was sweating profusely.

These women are all formidable opponents.

Especially since Catherine had harassed him more than once, it's hard to say what serious content was in the letters.

"President, this kind of thing..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, Olivia suddenly tore the letter open.

The next moment, he saw the violent woman's pupils shrink, her face filled with horror, as if she had seen some extremely terrifying words.

The blond boy's lips twitched, and he silently lit an incense stick for himself, then said loudly:
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have played aristocratic games with Her Majesty the Queen!"

"The Oran border has been attacked?!"

?

Two voices rang out and fell at the same time, plunging the crowded bedroom into extreme silence.

"Oh? Little one, tell me more about the games of the nobility, is it the one I know about?"

The witch duck, with her head bowed low, sat on the bed, twisting her waist nonchalantly, seemingly impatient.

Upon hearing this, Ron blushed, noticing that many eyes were scanning him.

He gritted his teeth and said:
"Ms. Elena, I think it's best to focus on the important matters."

"President, what happened? Was it the Federation army?"

Ron was very concerned about the safety of the headquarters.

After all these years, he'd only just become Pope when this doomsday scenario hit him.
Cyrus VII hadn't even had time to squander his enormous fortune yet, and he couldn't let outsiders steal it away.

Once the apocalypse is over, I'm going to live a life of decadence and debauchery!
As Ron watched Olivia quickly scan the letter, her handsome and delicate face gradually darkening, he unconsciously held his breath.

As a loyal subordinate, and even more so as a dog of his direct superior,

Reading the boss's expression is an essential skill for working people.

What could have moved the guild leader so much? Was it that the borders of the Oran Continent had fallen?

Or has the enemy already reached the capital?
Or what if the Vatican collapses, and all the public funds are lost along with it?
Ron's overly vivid imagination made him feel uneasy, and his face gradually turned pale.

Seeing that Olivia had finished scanning the letter and still hadn't spoken, the blond boy murmured, "..."
"President?"

The black-haired woman pursed her lips, her captivating fox-like eyes looking at Ron with a serious and deep gaze, seemingly plotting something.

"Ron."

“Ms. Olivia, I’m here.”

He immediately stood up from his chair, mentally preparing himself.

What are "noble games"?

"Nothing much, just taking off all my clothes."

?

Hey, is this the time to be talking about this?!

Ron shut his mouth halfway through his sentence, but the first half of his sentence still betrayed him.

"Wow, Ron, I had no idea you and Catherine had this kind of thing going on."

Olivia looked at him with a half-smile, her amber eyes filled with the excitement of a successful scheme.

The blond boy's face stiffened; clearly, this was all beyond his expectations.

Just then, Elena, who had been watching the commotion, suddenly spoke up:

"Honey, don't misunderstand the little one, it's not what you think."

Ms. Elena, well said!
Upon hearing this, Ron's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline, and he immediately replied:
"Yes, President, it's not what you think!"

The witch smiled and covered her mouth, continuing:
"Sigh~ If it were just a game, that would be fine, but our Empress might already be pregnant~"

"After all, the Oran royal family only has two descendants."

Shut up!

At this moment, Ron finally understood what it meant to be "the most vicious woman's heart".

"President, don't listen to her nonsense. Her Majesty the Empress and I are completely innocent; we haven't even held hands!"

Ron patted his chest righteously, trying to prove his innocence.

However, Olivia sneered:

"Yes, you didn't even hold hands, but you kissed first, right?"

"Huh? Ron, you're really something!"

After saying that, she rolled her eyes helplessly and slapped Catherine's letter across her subordinate's face.

Fortunately, with the blessing of "infinite" divinity, Ron is no longer an ordinary fifth-tier mage.

He only spat out a mouthful of blood, but successfully took the slap from the president.

With a slight sigh, Ron unfolded the letter and found that its contents were completely different from what he had imagined.

It turned out to be a normal letter.

Ron calmed himself down and quickly reviewed the information, discarding flowery language, and summarized two things.

the first thing.

The border of the Kingdom of Oran has been attacked, not by humans, but by a twisted monster that crawled out of the deep world.

They belong to the same type as cursed objects, but there are more of them.

After comparing the data, it was confirmed that they were the very ones that Heinleit drove away and killed a thousand years ago.

These things have been discovered in coastal areas, and their numbers are gradually increasing.

Even the deserted Wintershire is now mostly packed with people.

Second thing.

After a period of research and experimentation, Catherine discovered that the appearance of these monsters was closely related to the weakening of the temple and the high walls.

She deduced that the blockade of the oceans and the forced severing of connections between the continents must have been related to the Temple.

After all, according to the theory that the real world and the deeper world correspond perfectly,
The ocean is significantly larger than the continent, and if the "Apocalyptic Disaster" had the same impact on the ocean,
The optimal solution is complete shielding and blocking.

Catherine guessed that during this process, the number of monsters accumulated in the ocean must have been enormous.

So when the high walls weakened and could no longer block the sea, they all crawled out.

The third thing was to tell Ron not to worry. At this stage, the Kingdom of Oran can still hold on. However, if a solution cannot be found, the increasing number of twisted monsters may fill the entire Kingdom of Oran.

"Damn it, we're in big trouble!"

Ron took a deep breath and scanned the group of women:
"Come and take a look, everyone."

He did not try to hide it from Vivian; if such a thing happened in the Kingdom of Oran, the Radiant Federation would certainly share the burden.

"That can't be right. We didn't encounter any monsters while sailing the seas, except for those dragons and their retinues!"

After reading the letter, Vivian immediately offered her opinion.

As one of the very few people in the last thousand years to have ventured into the sea, she can confidently assure you that there are no so-called twisted monsters in the ocean.

"Perhaps they are all gathered at one point, waiting for the blockade to be completely lifted before heading to the continent where life exists, according to their pre-arranged plan?"

Saint Eleanor rested her chin on her hand, frowning in thought. Olivia exchanged a glance with Elena.

One of them is a demigod, and the other is a legend. Due to past reasons, they both have a detailed understanding of the "deep" world and have even explored it personally more than once.

"They are not from the ocean."

The two women said in unison.

Then the president calmly assessed the situation and said:

"It is the deep world."

The Stardust Society has conducted extensive research and exploration into this strange and distorted dimension for nearly a thousand years.

However, due to limitations in manpower, only the six levels closest to the real world have been explored.

According to Olivia and Ron's experience of visiting the Mistress of Mercy together,
The deeper world seems to be much, much deeper than the number 6.

It's as if the entire world structure is an inverted pyramid, falling layer by layer towards the center due to gravity.

If the situation worsens, the disaster of a thousand years ago may be repeated.

"No, I want to go back!"

Olivia said in a deep voice.

She had just stood up when she suddenly felt someone grab her wrist.

"President, calm down. Catherine still has the strength to deal with this."

When the end times come, no one will be spared.

In Ron's view, the weakening of the high walls, which fail to isolate the deep and the real, is a sign that the end times are coming.

A similar incident occurred just a few days ago within the federal territory.

The invasion of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions.

If Ron hadn't paid the price, and the "Mother of Compassion" hadn't used her power to block the breach, he and Mr. Squint would probably have been instantly refined.

Olivia didn't ask Ron why; she just watched him quietly.

"President, you are the strongest among us. Time is limited, and the high wall will eventually collapse. At that time, we will need a true strongman."

Upon hearing this, Olivia frowned and then fell silent.

She recalled her helplessness in the face of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions, pursed her lips, and said dejectedly:
"I understand. I will improve my strength as soon as possible."

Ron nodded and looked at the witch.

“Ms. Elena, I need you to return to the Kingdom of Oran to deal with any unforeseen circumstances.”

"If possible, explore the ocean on the way back and lay more magical teleportation nodes, preferably the kind that can transport goods quickly."

Upon hearing this, Elena seemed to be deep in thought.

"Little guy, are you trying to transport Federation weapons and those fission bombs?"

Ron nodded.

How can you become a grandmaster if you have a gun but don't use martial arts skills?

According to the Federation's history, these weapons were capable of inflicting massive casualties on monsters emerging from the Deep World.

Otherwise, the Radiant Federation, which had very few legends and not a single demigod at the time, would not have survived that disaster.

As for weapons, the more the better, and whether they are exchanged for resources or money, efficiency is paramount.

Only legendary mages who are proficient in magic can open up a trade route in a short period of time.

"Vivian, has Verex explained the current situation of the council?"

"Yes, my brother said that yesterday, when they couldn't find the speaker, everyone was in complete chaos."

The vampire girl frowned, recalling her brother's complaints, and continued:
"However, the lawmakers were much more well-behaved this morning, at least they discussed the trade-related bills in a more restrained manner..."

Does this mean they know the Speaker, who was in charge, has been taken down, and they themselves have truly become the pinnacle of power?

In this regard, Ron believed that he and those congressmen were in sync.

With the Elf Queen and Verex fanning the flames, everyone understood the situation, but it couldn't be brought up openly.

"If I want weapons, is it possible to buy them from the dwarves privately?"

Ron stroked his chin and looked at Vivian, asking her a question.

"Lord Ron, this is smuggling!"

The vampire girl couldn't help but remind her.

"Generally speaking, the dwarves wouldn't agree, but..."

"If you can get your hands on rare metals or magical materials suitable for forging, they will definitely be tempted to trade with you."

Upon hearing this, Ron raised an eyebrow, grabbed a pillow from the bed, and performed a near-miraculous spell.

A strange, pale blue light flashed by.

With a loud crash, the bed collapsed under the weight of an incredibly heavy piece of refined gold.

Upon witnessing this scene, the four women and one ghost in the room all fell into deep thought.

They had all witnessed Ron's magic.

Even Olivia felt ashamed of Ron for using this method of getting something for nothing.

"Lord Ron, this is smuggling and also involves counterfeiting."

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately became displeased, spreading his little hands and saying:

"Vivian, this is 99.9% pure, a rare find!"

As he spoke, he tapped the refined gold twice.

"Eileen, I'm leaving this matter to you. Secretly purchase weapons and ammunition from the dwarves."

"If that's not enough, come ask me for more."

After some planning, preparations for the impending apocalypse have begun.

Soon, an hour of detailed discussion passed, leaving only Ron, Olivia, and Grandma Fiona, who was acting as the atmosphere group, in the room.

At this moment, as the black-haired woman frowned and pondered, she felt that something was not quite right.

I'm the president, not this kid! When did I get the right to give orders?!

"Ron, what are your plans next?"

"Do you want to deal with the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions, or just sneak away and run away?"

Olivia raised an eyebrow and asked.

Do I look like that kind of person?
The blond boy silently rolled his eyes in his mind:
“Ms. Olivia, with my thin arms and legs, I’d probably be turned into dough if I met the Lord of a Thousand Faces in the same face.”

Not to mention running away.
In the present world, apart from the two known continents, the rest is all ocean, and the presence of the Compassionate Mother can be seen on both of these continents.

If you dare to run away, next time you might just get stuffed into someone's asshole.

After much thought, Ron realized that he had no choice but to face it bravely.

"I plan to improve my strength and reach the legendary level as soon as possible."

"In addition, I also need to find out where the rebels are."

These two points are not contradictory.

To improve your strength, you need to gain proficiency. Besides doing good deeds, the only way to gain proficiency is by killing enemies.

Those who believe in evil gods are killing two birds with one stone in this business.

Hmm. Besides that, we also need to figure out a way to retrieve the "Sky Castle" that the chairman mentioned from its deeper levels.

Judging from its expressive power, this is an extremely powerful weapon, and at this stage it seems only I can restore it using "Shadow Manipulation." (End of Chapter)