I'm really a serious wizard.

"Ron, what's going on?"

Sid Flores removed his lab gloves, gently adjusted his goggles, and looked at Ron, whose calves were stiff, with a look of astonishment.

Meanwhile, the "cross-eyed" person, who was soaking in hot water with a small towel on each eye, also cast a gaze upon them.

In an instant, Ron felt a chill, as if he were not in the bathroom, but standing naked on a busy street.

Fortunately, the holy light elements had already cast a layer of holy light on him in time, preventing the newly promoted legendary powerhouse from losing face.

"Excuse me, I'm not Ron, I'm his twin brother!"

The blond boy darted out of the bathroom and quickly changed his clothes with lightning speed and a clanging sound.

"Serves you right!"

Upon seeing this, Fiona, who peeked out from behind the wooden door, let out a sneer.

Ron's lips twitched, but he pretended not to hear anything.

After tidying his clothes, he went to the bathroom door as if nothing had happened. Before he could say anything, he saw Mr. Sid frown.

"Ron, I think your behavior is very bad."

He paused for a moment, then the long ganglion tentacles in the bathtub spoke up, offering a reminder.

what? What?
What are their behavioral habits?
The blond boy pretended to be clueless and said:

“Mr. Sid, that was my brother, not me.”

"You're wearing your clothes inside out."

what?
Ron subconsciously looked down and realized that he wasn't wearing his clothes inside out. Just as he was about to look up, he suddenly realized what had happened, and his face darkened.

When did his good brother, his confidant, start using this kind of tactic?!
“Ron, although the entire Stardust Society knows about your improper relationship with that woman Olivia, you still need to take care of your health.”

There's a saying in the Kingdom of Oran: "Women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty. Olivia will be thirty in a little over a year."

Wait, what are you saying?

What do you mean by "inappropriate relationship between me and the president"?

"Mr. West Germany, please don't spread rumors!"

Ron hurriedly pointed to himself and said:
"Ms. Olivia and I are completely innocent; there is absolutely no improper relationship between us!"

West Germany's face remained expressionless; he simply adjusted his goggles and said:
"That's because no one wants to point it out. Everyone knows you go to the president's office every day, and occasionally you can hear the sounds of 'slapping'."

"I've calculated it; as you get older, if this continues, it could easily break you."

“Gloria even provided Olivia’s approximate data, and we studied it together for several days straight.”

Who are these people?
That's Olivia spanking me because she couldn't argue with me!

Ron's face contorted in rage; he wanted to explain, but hesitated to speak.

Spanking doesn't seem like something to be proud of.
With that in mind, he decided to change the subject.

"Mr. West Germany, what are you doing here, and..."

Ron pointed to the squint-eyed man who looked like he was taking a hot bath.

When the topic came up, Sid Flores' icy face broke into a slightly manic smile.

"You mean this? I heard you're going to deal with an evil god, so you're planning to study the weaknesses of creatures similar to evil gods."

"Gulu gulu."

Mr. Strabismus raised his ganglion tentacles and waved them, giving all his eyes a drowsy look.

Is this supposed to be a way to lull the evil god to sleep in a cozy environment?
Ron stroked his chin, thinking that in Mr. Sid's style, it should be more than that.

He asked tentatively:
"Did you put a sleeping potion in the bathtub?"

Sid shook his head and said, "No, I added a neurotoxin that could kill a city, and diluted it with hot water."

"Perhaps because of the hot water, the 'crossed eyes' appeared to be in a lazy state."

As he spoke, he grabbed a strange-looking eyeball with his right hand, which was gloved with rubber, and said:

"Although the toxin had no effect, I made another discovery."

Ron was completely dumbfounded and asked in a daze:

"What discovery?"

Upon hearing this, Sid Flores's mouth stretched even wider, and he let out an excited, grotesque laugh:

"I discovered that the structure of these eyeballs is exactly the same as that of humans, except that they are different at the level of life."

"If a strong light is used to flash, it could very likely cause problems such as blurred vision."

At this point, the great inventor sighed, "But ordinary light cannot achieve this, not even holy light."

"Sigh~ If only there were a legendary Holy Light mage here."

"What use is a legendary Holy Light Mage?"

Ron froze, his face stiffening as he asked.

"Yes, that would be very useful. Legendary life forms are all unique. From a biological and genetic point of view, their cells, organs, and magic have undergone a qualitative change."

"I'm thinking of extracting some cells and tissue, cutting out a piece of organ rich in magic, or extracting some dedication to cultivate an embryo."

Sorry to bother you!
"Mr. West Germany, you're busy, you're busy."

"I have something to do, I'll be going now!"

Ron was terrified and turned to leave.

He rushed out of the living room in a few strides, just as he heard Sid Flores shout:

"Olivia tells you to go to the port to find her after you return."

-

Gear City Port No. 6.

Due to a series of unforeseen events, reconstruction work has not yet begun here.

The salty, damp taste of the sea breeze spread across Ron's lips, reminding him of a terrible ordeal.

If I tell Afra about this, will she be jealous?
As Ron pondered this, he finally saw the long-awaited black-haired figure.

At this moment, the president is sitting by the sea, gazing at the sunset on the horizon, his expression slightly melancholy.

She seemed to have sensed Ron's approach long ago, and simply beckoned her loyal subordinate over.

"Guild Master, how did you know I'd been promoted to Legendary?"

Ron immediately asked a rhetorical question, which made Olivia roll her eyes.

"Alright, there's still a long road ahead."

The so-called legend is nothing more than a more intense and enjoyable experience for the compassionate mistress.
However, out of consideration for Ron, Olivia only muttered it to herself.

She was somewhat prepared for her subordinates to break through their limits so quickly and become a rising legend.

After all, every time Ron advances to a higher level, he creates a horrific and bloody incident.

Although all those who died were bad people, he was still young.
Olivia was worried that Ron would one day go down the evil path of killing indiscriminately for power.

"Are all the rebels dead?"

"No, they're still alive!"

The blond boy spoke with righteous indignation.

still alive?

The student council president glanced at him with her pretty fox-like eyes and muttered to herself:
"I'll live on in your heart forever, right?"

President, you're very knowledgeable, aren't you?
Ron's lips twitched, and he said frankly:

"Yes, if I want to meet them, I can also summon their heroic spirits."

"Alright, stop joking around with me. How does it feel to become a legend?"

Olivia draped her boot over her other leg.

The setting sun cast an orange-red outline around her long black hair, and her heroic face was unusually flushed with heat.

Upon seeing this, Luo blushed and adopted a coy posture.

"President, I want to find a wife."

This enchanting atmosphere and this wonderful opportunity serve as a stepping stone for the relationship between the two parties to take it a step further.

Olivia frowned upon hearing this. "Ron, what I mean is, are you itching to play after becoming a legend?"

?

"President, my hands don't itch at all."

Ron shook his head frantically.

No, you're itchy!

The black-haired woman revealed a sinister smile and slammed her hand on the concrete foundation.

The entire Port No. 6 shook violently, and deep cracks spread across the foundation buried in the soil.

Hey, aren't you just itching to do something?

Luo's face turned pale, and he wanted to escape from this woman immediately.

But just as he made a move, he saw the president, bathed in the setting sun, smooth a strand of hair behind her ear and speak through her pink lips:

"You can do whatever you want to me as long as you defeat me."

"If you can hold out for three minutes under my control, I can grant you a wish that you can't share with anyone."

"Ron, this is such a great opportunity! Even I, the student council president, don't know if I'll ever get another one like it!"

After she finished speaking, her beautiful fox-like eyes revealed a hint of alluring charm.

This sentence hit Ron's weak spot perfectly.

"Ahem, I don't care about any wishes or anything like that. I just really enjoy sparring with you!"

So what if I get beaten for three minutes?
Who is afraid of whom?
And what if we win by surprise attack?

The thought of Olivia, a powerful woman who was almost like a queen, changing into a maid outfit at his command filled Ron with excitement.

"Alright, Ron, I'm getting started now."

Olivia raised her eyebrows slightly and smoothed her hair.

Next, she threw a punch, creating a whirlwind.

Ron, who was standing three meters away from her, suddenly shattered, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air.

This was actually a fake body created by combining holy light elements and shapeshifting magic!

"Not bad, it seems you have grasped the true meaning of the legendary rank."

"Magic is ever-changing; how can it be confined to a single move?"

Before the slightly cold words had even finished, Ron, who had already distanced himself, suddenly felt a burning sensation on the top of his head.

He didn't need to look; the image of countless meteors falling was already vivid in his mind.

come on!

At this moment, Ron was also inspired to fight.

This is not just about who will be promoted or demoted in the future, but also a wonderful opportunity to test the president's abilities.

Olivia has always been like a mountain, but now Ron finally has a chance to challenge her.

Solidified holy light magic surged up, and Ron did not choose to dodge, but instead drew his longsword and slashed countless sword beams at the meteorites.

His superb swordsmanship was as swift as lightning, each strike perfectly timed, finding the weakest point of the meteorite and tearing it into pieces of varying sizes.

Before he could feel any joy, Ron suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand and saw the guild master appear in front of him in an instant.

She grasped the blade of the sword, which was flowing with blazing holy light, with her left hand, and swung it down with her right fist.

boom--

The layers of holy light barrier were shattered by a single punch, and Ron was sent flying backward, embedding himself in the concrete foundation.

Ouch, that hurts.

President, are you serious?!
Ron gritted his teeth, feeling as if that punch had almost broken his ribs.

The next moment, a snow-white fist came into view again.

This is a time when the old forces have faded and the new forces have not yet emerged.

boom--

The punch landed squarely on Ron's left chest.

His body was thrown out by a tremendous force, pushing away nearly a hundred meters of gravel and mud before he could barely regain his balance.

Ron felt as if three more of his ribs had broken.

However, Olivia didn't care about any of that.

It was as if she would never stop until Ron admitted defeat.

Come again! ?
A fist the size of a sandbag was inches away. Ron instinctively wanted to use magic to deal with it, but unfortunately, the president was always a fraction faster than him.

Before the eerie blue light appeared, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, and his body slammed uncontrollably to the ground like a sandbag.

Boom boom boom——

One punch, two punches, three punches.
Time passed second by second, and Ron had already taken countless punches.

But he did not admit defeat.

Ron had long forgotten his agreement with the chairman; all he could see was Olivia's fists.

He would try his best to dodge each time, but the president's fist seemed to be cursed, always only a little bit faster than him.

Just a little bit more, almost there!

I refuse to believe I can't escape it!

Ron planted his feet in the ground to steady himself.

The next moment, the fist came into view.

The blond boy gritted his teeth, desperately pushing forward the weakening holy light magic, his eyes fixed on the fist in front of him.

In a daze, he felt that Olivia's punches seemed to slow down.

Ron suddenly turned to the side, successfully dodging the attack just before it hit him.

[Unlimited: Synchronization rate 24.3%↑]

A notification popped up in Ron's eyes indicating that the panel had been refreshed.

It actually rose by 0.2%!

"Not bad, Ron, you're quite talented."

At this moment, Olivia crouched down and looked down at Ron, a hint of satisfaction appearing on her delicate face.

"A legend is already a master of magic; one can only learn from the paths of others, but cannot replicate them."

"You can only use your own accumulation, knowledge, magic and learning to gradually push the evolution of your life level until you are able to bear divinity."

So why didn't you say so sooner?
Ron, lying on the ground, was on the verge of tears, feeling utterly powerless.

Good news! A slight improvement in one's level of life has increased the synchronization rate of [Infinite] divinity.

Such progress seems to align with the divine qualities of breaking limits and being unfettered.

The bad news is that if you want to improve, you either need to add more points or get beaten up.

Is this the difference between whales and ordinary players?

"Alright, stop looking so sad. How many legendary characters can level up as fast as you?"

Olivia pinched Ron's cheek and took out an antique pocket watch from her pocket.

"Only a little over a minute has passed. Give up. You've reached your limit. Take care of your injury and come back tomorrow."

Give up?

The blond boy gritted his teeth, like a living corpse crawling out of a grave, and stretched out his arms to hug Olivia's boots tightly.

Wouldn't admitting defeat now be like getting beaten for nothing?
The word "defeat" doesn't exist in my dictionary!

Upon seeing this, the president frowned, suddenly realizing that something was amiss.

Since she's not going to admit defeat, she can't possibly actually beat this bastard to death, can she?
Olivia's eyelids twitched as she looked at the shameless Ron, remembering the three-minute time limit she had set.

You're so despicable!

Do you really want a reward that badly? (End of Chapter)