I'm really a serious wizard.

"Since you asked the question sincerely, I will tell you mercifully."

After his identity was exposed, Ron did not panic and remained defiant under the gaze of many cultists.

Then, he slipped away, turned tail and ran, leaving behind a hurried silhouette.

Only a fool would confront these cultists head-on!
Ron thought to himself.

Now that the poison has been administered, all that's needed is to delay and wait for the poison to spread, and you can effortlessly gain proficiency and deal with the minions of the "Lord of a Thousand Faces".

So why waste your energy?
The blond boy made several quick movements and disappeared into the outer perimeter of the sewer town located beneath the City of Ten Thousand Nations.

In an attempt to buy time, he twisted and turned, scaling walls as he went, and hid in a building whose location was difficult to find.

"Block the outpost! Chase them!"

Seeing Ron disappear like a rabbit in an instant, Earlley was furious and led a large group of cultists in hot pursuit.

He is extremely fast and has an exceptionally keen sense of smell.

Following Ron's scent, they found his trail in no time.

So fast!

Ron was surprised, never expecting that the cult had produced such talented individuals.

Just as he was about to jump out of the window and escape, he saw the building's wooden door being kicked open.

Earl led two leaders and hundreds of cultists in.

Upon seeing the blond boy hiding inside the building, Earlley and the other two rebel leaders were startled, their faces, hidden beneath their black robes, becoming even more ferocious.

"Catch him now!"

"He discovered our secret steel exchange room!"

what?
Where did I find that?!
what are you talking about!

Ron's lips twitched. He was used to such rude remarks. He immediately pushed open the window, turned over, and prepared to continue his escape.

However, the cult members were numerous and powerful, and had already laid an ambush outside the secret prayer room.

Five cult members, each two meters tall, formed an impenetrable wall, blocking Ron's path.

Their eyes, hidden beneath their black robes, emitted a sinister, corrosive light, revealing an aura at the level of third-tier professionals.

What surprised Ron was that some of these cultists only had one eye, while others had four.

Without time to think, he drew his sword from its sheath to prepare for battle, but then he saw the five cultists, each with a different expression, spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ugh."

[Your proficiency in killing five Tier 3 "Fallen Wizards" has increased by 150.]

[The "Little Evil-Slaying Expert" title skill grants you 2 times the proficiency]

[Proficiency +300]

Is the poison taking effect?
Heavy metals, and the effects are fast!
Ron was delighted to see the refreshed panel notification, but his handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly upon seeing the proficiency level he had gained.

Only three hundred?
This is a third-tier fallen wizard, and you only give him three hundred for five people?
And that's with the product multiplied by two.

That's so stingy! It comes out to 30 per person!

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Back then, a second-tier cultist only cost this much, but now, as Ron's strength has increased, third-tier powerhouses are practically as cheap as cabbage.

Damn it!
No matter how much Ron argued in his heart, the proficiency panel was like an inanimate object, leaving him no choice but to accept reality.

Yes, it's better than nothing.

With a powerful push from his calves, Ron darted out like a golden-haired mouse.

Perhaps because the stronghold here was too important, the three cult leaders, Earlley, Ferguson, and Jess, only led their cult members to split up and block them, without resorting to any powerful destructive measures.

[Your proficiency in killing three Tier 3 "Fallen Wizards" has increased by 90.]

[The "Little Evil-Slaying Expert" title skill grants you 2 times the proficiency]

[Proficiency +180]

At this moment, the information on the panel refreshed again, revealing that three more cult members had died tragically at Ron's hands.

Before he could even feel happy, several more proficiency level messages popped up.

[Proficiency +360]

[Proficiency +180]

[Proficiency +420]

[Proficiency +300]

In just a few minutes, Ron's proficiency level on the panel had almost doubled.

It rose from the initial 1828 to 3508.

Eliminating harm for the people is indeed a win-win situation!

Thinking of this, Ron turned sharply, avoiding the attack hidden in the corner, and ran towards another tin-roofed building.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"What have you done!?"

Watching helplessly as one cultist after another collapsed, convulsed, and died, and as Ron recklessly broke into the rebels' secret base, Earlley was furious and his heart was bleeding.

It should be noted that those who can come to this stronghold to attend the banquet are all the elite of the elite, the best of the best.

In less than ten minutes, they had lost nearly a third of their forces, which had already shaken the foundation of the resistance.

Did he poison the soup? But why didn't I taste it?
We must get the antidote!

Earl's face twitched, and his dark pupils suddenly multiplied from one to two, then to three, and finally to six.

In the blink of an eye, the whites of his eyes were filled with his dark pupils, just like the compound eyes of a dragonfly.

The abilities bestowed by the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions are mostly related to the eyes.

However, due to the chaotic and uncommunicative nature of this deity, Erli was unable to control this power effectively.

Those who have received blessings will draw closer to the Lord with a thousand faces and a thousand eyes with each use of his power.

Of course, in a sense, the power will also become more compatible and stronger.

However, not everyone can accept the image of a bunch of ganglia and a bunch of eyeballs.

Earlley's gaze swept across the room, and hundreds of pupils instantly observed Ron from different angles.

Got you!

Immediately afterwards, from different angles, countless dark green corrosive rays of light quietly appeared, shooting straight towards Ron's legs.

He will corrode this despicable intruder's legs to ashes!

Ron, who was being surrounded and pursued, suddenly felt a tightness in his anus, as if someone was watching him from different angles around him.

Without any hesitation, the blond boy rolled over and hid inside a building.

However, the countless gazes surrounding him were like shadows, which made his hair stand on end and gave him an inexplicable sense of unease.

"Junior, get out of the way!"

The next moment, the longsword was drawn.

A sharp sword light, accompanied by golden magic, instantly blocked a corrosive ray that was angled sharply.

Immediately afterwards, more and more green light shone in.

Some were in front of him, some were behind him, some were above him, and some were even at his feet.

Endless and densely packed, each one containing an extremely terrifying corrosive aura.

At this moment, Ron was like an insect stepping into a spider web, only able to watch helplessly as death approached.

[Unlimited: Synchronization rate 6.80%↑]

Remaining proficiency: 8
Another golden sword light appeared, and powerful magic surged across the silver-white longsword.
The blond boy had a solemn expression, a serious look flashing in his eyes. He suddenly leaped into the air and swung his silver-white longsword at a speed that surpassed human limits.

Dang Dang Dang——

This incredible swordsmanship finally came in handy after so long.

The corrosive rays were deflected and deflected, and Ron seemed to transform into a ball of light, his entire body completely protected.

Ron invested a full 3500 points of proficiency, and at this moment, whether it was the quality of his magic or the speed and strength of his body, he had truly surpassed the limits of living beings, and had one foot in the door of mortal beings.

However, Ron felt that a true qualitative change was still a long way off.

A fifth-tier mage, in terms of destructive power alone, can only cast spells that cover a single urban area.

However, a legend can easily destroy a city-state. As for demigods, according to Ron, they have probably already reached the terrifying power to destroy a kingdom, or even an entire continent, single-handedly.

The higher you climb in your career, the more significant each small difference becomes.

clang--

With the final swing of the sword, the corrosive rays that had been shooting out from various hidden angles also disappeared.

After shaking his incredibly sore and numb hands, Ron finally had time to observe his surroundings.

Large swathes of corrugated iron buildings were corroded into a foul-smelling liquid, making crackling sounds and billowing up pungent fumes.

Wow, that's strong. Is it that guy named Earl?

Although he blocked the attack, only Ron knew how dangerous the situation had been.

Without any warning, and without any blind spots,

If Fiona hadn't noticed something was wrong, he would have been seriously injured, if not crippled.

"This is the ability that the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions bestowed upon them; it's truly bizarre."

"If this ability were used for assassination, the target probably wouldn't even know how they died."

As the one being spied on, Ron did not find Earlley's figure in the corner or any other hidden place.

This shows that the other party's level is indeed a level higher than Ferguson's, who loves to eat large intestines.

Is it a legend?
Or are they like me, only just beginning to understand?

As Ron pondered this, he suddenly heard a series of chaotic footsteps approaching.

"Quickly, Leader Earl says he's here!"

"We must catch the intruder and avenge our brothers!"

"Our progenitors, how could such a beast exist in this world?"

Amidst the commotion, noise, angry curses, and wailing, figures surrounded Ron.

A quick glance revealed that there were more than sixty cult members, all of whom had removed their disguises.

Leading the group were Ferguson and Jess, the two leaders.

However, to Ron's slight surprise, none of these cultists were of a particularly pure race.

Some resemble a combination of humans and goblins.
Some are werewolves, elves, and trolls.
Others include demons, snake people, and vampires.

In short, their appearances are incredibly diverse, but most people have very few characteristics of the T0 race.

"Intruder, drop your disguise and let me see who you really are!?"

"You killed so many of our brothers, what else do you have to be ashamed of?"

Ferguson glared at Ron, his eyes filled with a venomous hatred that resembled sharp knives.

If looks could kill.
Well, for the followers of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and a Thousand Visions, a single glance can indeed kill.

If he weren't so weak, Ron would probably be riddled with holes by now.

“Ferguson, don’t waste your breath on him. Can’t you smell that nauseating holy light?”

"He is that sorcerer, the evil one that the Primordial Lord wants to capture!"

Jess's hood swayed precariously, as if something inside was about to burst forth and engulf his mortal enemy.

"All of you, step back!"

At that moment, a slightly calm voice came from behind.

Those cult members, seemingly stitched together from different races, consciously made way for them.
A tall man with a faint greenish tinge of skin, Earlley, strode over and stood facing Ron from a distance of five meters.

He never expected that the intruder who had poisoned him would be able to block his attack.

"I'll give you two choices."

"First, they were captured, tortured, and exhausted to death as Xingnu."

"Second, join us and serve the First Lord. If you can attract the First Lord's attention and receive more blessings, I can even guarantee that your position in the rebel army will be no less than mine."

Ron is undoubtedly a top talent, both in terms of strength and personal bravery.

As a qualified leader, Earl knew that such talent was rare and hard to come by.

Since so many of their brothers had been killed by the enemy, and the resistance's high command had suffered heavy losses, they had to make up for it elsewhere.

For some high-ranking officials, exchanging Ron for his services was undoubtedly a highly profitable deal.

"No, Earl, I don't agree. Why should he join?"

Leader Jess, standing to the side, was stunned. The loose fabric of his robe billowed wildly, as if he had heard something incomprehensible.

"Erli, have you lost your mind?"

"If we let this guy join, wouldn't all our brothers have died for nothing?"

Ferguson was so angry that he pulled off his hood, revealing a human head and body.

“Jace, Ferguson, the Federation is becoming increasingly aggressive in its pressure on the Rebels. The leader doesn’t care about our lives and we must seize every bit of their strength.”

"listen to me!"

Earlley’s attitude was absolutely resolute, unconsciously revealing a hint of the aura of someone in a high position.

Jess and Flossen, the two leaders, exchanged a glance and realized that the resistance was in a very bad situation and needed to be replenished with fresh troops.

The two hesitated for a long time, then gritted their teeth and reluctantly said:

“Okay, Earl, we agree to his joining, but…”

"Hey, what are you three talking about over there?"

"Don't take it upon yourself to act. When did I say I wanted to join you?"

At that moment, Ron raised his arm and waved it.

Upon hearing this, Earl's face immediately turned extremely ugly. He never expected Ron to be so ungrateful.

Do you really think that by being able to withstand my corrosive rays, you can fight me to a draw?

"Since you're not joining, you want to choose the first one?"

"Early said in a deep voice."

Am I crazy for choosing the first option?
Ron's lips twitched, and he didn't answer, but his meaning was clear.

Upon seeing this, Earl took a deep breath, thinking that the conditions he had offered were not generous enough.

Thinking of this, he pointed to himself and the group of cultists behind him.

"Look at me, look at them!"

“We are all at the bottom of the federal government, suffering from discrimination and only able to survive on scraps left over from others.”

“Those high-ranking members of parliament are plotting countless benefits for their own race, and they are all living a life of luxury.”

"And those races that are less powerful are still the elite of the Federation. Even the lowest goblins and trolls can ensure that they have food to eat."

"But what about us? Look at us. We have inferior blood flowing through our veins. We are ridiculed and discriminated against by everyone. We can hardly even survive."

"This federation is unfair to us, so we must overthrow it!"

Upon hearing this, Ron pointed at Flossen with a strange expression and said:
"Isn't he perfectly normal?"

Based on his observations, Ron is now convinced that this guy is a pure-blooded human.

Upon hearing this, Froson sneered:
"This world is malicious and full of discrimination. I'm over fifty years old and still can't find a wife. Even goblins don't want to marry me. Doesn't that say something?"

What does this prove?

It's entirely your own fault that you can't find a wife, okay?
Ron rolled his eyes inwardly.

“That’s right. Those high-class races live a life of luxury and debauchery, while we lowly mixed-race people suffer from discrimination.”

"I ask you, are we born inferior, born to die?"

Earlley spoke with a firm tone, his gaze fixed intently on Ron's eyes.

Upon hearing this, Ron could only laugh inwardly.

What? I just arrived in the Federation and I've already been assassinated twice, and you cultists want to chop me up and eat me?

Am I destined to die?

Once a cult member, always a cult member!

The blond boy, expressionless, raised his longsword and said:

"I'm not going to reason with you. Come at me all at once!" (End of Chapter)