I'm really a serious wizard.

Inside the hotel room.

"Ugh... Ah~"

The heavy breathing of the labored man could be heard incessantly.

The air seemed to be filled with the blush-inducing scent of peaches.

Ron leaned against the edge of the bed, feeling his two taut thighs, his eyes vacant as he was trampled underfoot.

"Don't move around, why are you shaking your head like that?"

Just then, Olivia's angry voice came from behind him.

"I didn't move anything."

"It's clearly your own fault, okay?"

Feeling the warm peach scent emanating from his hair, Ron felt quite resentful.

The golden retriever's head kept shaking back and forth restlessly.

"I told you not to move!"

Olivia was so angry that her body trembled slightly, her teeth clenched, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Get out of here!"

In the final moments, the nimble ankle suddenly changed direction, delivering a powerful kick to Ron.
The jade-like, smooth toes brushed against Ron's skin, nearly breaking him.
The next moment, goosebumps rose all over his body, his face turned pale, and the thoughts in his blue eyes suddenly calmed down.

Before long, a pair of black, dirty stockings, as thin as a cicada's wing yet not prone to snagging, with a sheen and even sheen, were thrown into the trash can.

Ron looked on with regret.

What fine fabric! It's such a waste. It's outrageous.

This spendthrift woman, don't give me your dirty clothes!

Seeing him put on that heartbroken, twisted expression again, Olivia glared at him fiercely.

"Are you thinking about how to pick it up and take it back?"

"I'm telling you, no way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flame appeared, burning all the filth in the trash can to ashes.

More than half a month has passed since the last sparring session.

For the better part of the month, Ron never failed to cling to her boots and drag things out until the end.

As for the rewards
Olivia considered herself a woman of her word.
She naively thought that, given Ron's lowly status, it would only take two or three seconds.

However, the blonde boy's level of perversion opened the president's eyes.

For example, this time, she wasn't allowed to wear bitter tea with black stockings, and then they even wanted to...
Ugh, this is so annoying! What's the difference between this and being directly exposed?!
Thinking of this, the president glared at Ron again.

[Unlimited: Synchronization rate 25.2%]

Ron lay limply on the ground for a while, then glanced at his divinity panel.

In just over half a month, or 23 days, the progress increased by 0.9%.

Although it's not as satisfying as adding points, it's still a small gain in this situation.

After all, professionals are rare, and high-level professionals are even rarer.

A package of benefits like that from the rebels is something you can only dream of.

Furthermore, based on Olivia's descriptions of legends and demigods during this period,
Ron had made predictions about the extent of the panel's improvement and his own body. To achieve the synchronization rate of a demigod [Infinite], he would need to reach at least 50%.

Sigh, I still lack practice.
He sighed inwardly, his azure eyes instinctively searching for the president's figure.

Olivia had already changed her clothes and gestured with her chin towards him, saying:
"Clean yourself up properly, and don't let me come back and see anything disgusting, or you're dead!"

After saying that, she slammed the door shut and left.

Damn it, this unreasonable woman! It's clearly because you don't want to wash your own sheets and blankets!

Ron raised his hand and waved it weakly, intending to summon a heroic spirit to tidy up the room.

Just then, the door was pushed open again, and Olivia returned with the letter in her hand.

She glanced at Ron with an air of queenly authority, flicked her wrist, and planted the letter into the solid tile, sneering:

"A letter from your old flame, do you want to open it now?"

My old man looks much better now, which one are you referring to?
Although Olivia always seemed to be on edge after distributing the rewards.

But Luo just likes this style.

He rolled to his feet and, supporting his aching back, unfolded the letter.

Seeing this, the president raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but snort:
"With such limited skills, you still try to seduce this person and that person. You might end up dying in bed."

Upon hearing this, Ron felt extremely annoyed.

"Ms. Olivia, you should speak with conscience!"

"I took a beating from you before this, it's quite an achievement that I've lasted this long!

This was the last bit of dignity he had as a man.

Ignoring Olivia's sarcastic remarks, Ron quickly read through the letter, filtering out the lengthy flowery language and harassing hints, and summarized two points.

First, the borders of the Kingdom of Oran have been successfully defended, and the defensive forces are currently sufficient to hold out for a period of time against the approaching monsters.

Secondly, Elena returned to the capital ten days ago and, as the acting head of the Stardust Society, provided a great deal of assistance to the kingdom's army.

Secondly, the weapons that the nun transported back from the Federation proved exceptionally effective, successfully thwarting the first wave of monster attacks in Wintershire, with only one soldier injured in the kingdom's casualties.

In response, Catherine lavishly praised Ron's wisdom and expressed her desire to continue the bloodline with intelligent men like him.

As for Afra, she also provided considerable help to some extent. As a survivor of the disaster a thousand years ago, she offered a lot of objective experience, which helped prevent even greater casualties.

Seeing this, Olivia glanced at Ron and said:

"Hmph, you must be feeling pretty smug, thinking that the harem is finally stable and united against external threats?"

Upon hearing this, Ron sighed deeply, his eyes filled with a profound light:
"I actually hope they'll start scheming against each other."

It's not that he enjoys watching women fight.
Instead, these women, belonging to different factions and each arrogant and unruly, were all troublesome.

Even though Ron wasn't there, he could still imagine the tense atmosphere.

Now that things have come to this, these women have even started to "call each other brothers," which shows just how much external pressure they are under.

The reality is probably not as easy as Catherine described.

It's a pity. I've been targeted by the "Mother of Compassion" and have to stay to deal with the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Ten Thousand Visions. Otherwise, going back to grind proficiency would be much more satisfying than harvesting韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting others)!
With a sigh, Ron silently summarized the other important information in the letter.

My dear, I heard from Elena and Ellen that you are going to the Deep World to find a powerful magical artifact.

It's a pity I'm not by your side, otherwise I could have used the temple to help you locate yourself.

But I can give you a password, a password recognized by the Temple, which will greatly help you in the Deep World.

[I believe that by now, you on the other side of the sea also know many of the Temple's secrets. Based on my research over this period, the Temple does not merely serve as a "wall" on the surface.]

One could even say that the "wall" is merely one of its functions, used to isolate the "gods" from the influence of the deeper world.

I double-checked that I hadn't misspelled a word. The high wall is essentially used to protect the gods, and the gods are the maintainers of the wall.

We humans seem to have suffered an undeserved calamity, yet we have also undeniably gained tangible benefits.

Divinity is the foundation of all things. If it were to disappear, it would be like the void without air or a lake without water; no one would be spared.

In addition, in order to find out the reason for the monster's appearance, I recently entered the 'temple' again and explored it carefully, and discovered some chilling secrets.

Of course, this is just my personal speculation.

Do you remember the eerie "sapling" imprisoned by the temple? It seemed to represent the divine qualities of "life," and I found other different prisons, corresponding to "history," "fate," "nature," and "reboot."

[The fact that they transformed the world as its foundation seems to suggest something terrible.]

My exploration is incomplete; there must be other things like this in the lower levels of the temple.

It seems that only when the apocalypse arrives and the high walls completely collapse can the conditions for triggering something like this be met.

Finally, do not worry about us; this calamity is something a king can handle.

May you return safely, my knight.

The letter was read over and over again, but the room remained silent.

"This world seems to have been rebooted more than once?"

Thinking about that catastrophic historical gap, Ron felt a chill run down his spine.

Even if the dinosaurs were wiped out by an asteroid in their past lives, they still left behind many traces of their existence.

However, there is absolutely no indication or record of anything in the real world regarding the end times, the secrets of the Ten Mystic Ones, or the secrets of divinity.

This in itself speaks volumes.

Gan!
If you think about it this way, everything seems to make sense.

No, I still need to get stronger as soon as possible!
Ron's lips twitched as he looked at the president beside him, whose face was equally blank.

You two look at me and I look at you.

In the end, Olivia was the first to come to her senses and realize that as a leader, she needed to give her subordinates some confidence.

"Ron, once we've resolved the apocalypse, I'm going to marry you and have your kids!"

Hey, don't just plant your flag anywhere!
Ron inwardly scoffed, then frowned and suggested:

"President, we can wait until after the wedding, but having a baby is another matter."

-

Deep World, Level 1.

Ron, bruised and battered, made his way through the "high wall" and saw a desolate and dilapidated scene that was vastly different from the real world.

Although he had entered and exited this dangerous world more than once, Ron had never observed it closely before.

The earth, plants, and water sources were stained black, and there seemed to be an abnormal distortion in them.

Standing there gazing into the distance for a while, he sighed to himself:

"This is probably what the end of the world looks like. I wonder where the 'Sky Castle' has ended up."

It's a joke to think that we can defeat the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions with just manpower.

Even someone as powerful as Olivia would probably have to run away immediately in the face of a true god.

Therefore, Ron prepared to gather all his strength.

Of course, if we want to deal with this deity, the main battleground is naturally the Lady.

Otherwise, with legendary strength, he's just a piece of meat worth chewing.

With a light touch of his toes on the sticky black soil, Ron vanished. Golden magic surged up and enveloped his entire body, isolating him from the influence of loneliness, despair, helplessness, and hopelessness.

"I love Catherine the most!"

Suddenly, he shouted out in utter shame.

A pure white light curtain descended from infinite heights, enveloping Ron and protecting him as he fell deeper into the abyss.

This is the method Catherine taught him.

Of course, there are other versions, such as the one where you have to shout "I am Catherine's dog" to return to reality.

To use the temple to search for 'Sky Castle', you must shout something like "I want to lick Catherine's feet".

Her Majesty the Queen is still behaving the same way as always.

When he needs to be serious, he will never reveal the slightest flaw, but when it's time to get down on his feet, he becomes as lewd as a completely different person.

First, Ron must clarify that he is not someone with any special fetishes.

It's not impossible to enter the deeper world on one's own.

But the "temple" was just too convenient and easy to use, otherwise he wouldn't have uttered such shameless words.

Boom boom boom——

Amidst the illusory roar, the white beam of light seemed to pierce through the sleeping islands, carrying Ron rapidly downwards.

After feeling seven vibrations in a row, the white beam of light suddenly stopped and slowly dissipated.

This is the seventh floor.

Under the crimson sun, a world of rotting flesh and blood came into view.
At Depth 7, the world has lost its appearance and outline.

The essence of the search for the temple is to investigate whether there have been any drastic changes recently at each level.

Ron extended his investigation over a period of two months and discovered three instances that could be described as drastic changes.

One of them is located in the gap between the deep world and the real world.

This was the chaos created by the "Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions," which was recorded by the Temple.

The other two changes occurred after the first one, one in the seventh layer of the world and the other deep in the sixteenth layer.

"Hopefully, I'll have good luck. This Deep World is no place for humans; the smell is absolutely disgusting."

Ron moved the soles of his shoes, which were stuck together with rotting flesh and blood, and kept his mouth and nose tightly closed, not daring to breathe.

Based on his experience of entering the deeper world, he successfully summarized several points.

Floors 1-6 depict the erosion of the real world.

Layers 6 through 12 are dimensions filled with flesh and granulation tissue.

After the 12th floor, there are all sorts of strange and wonderful things, but most of them are desolate and empty.

"Young man, where are you looking!"

Suddenly, Fiona peeked out from behind Ron and pointed to a grove of trees made of flesh and blood in the distance.

The blond boy looked in the direction of the sound, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Help! Help! Help me!!!"

Something seemed to be moving in that forest of flesh and blood, accompanied by countless cries for help in different languages.

Judging from the voices, there were probably fifty or sixty people.

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?
Ron frowned, not expecting to encounter outsiders here.

Just as he was about to rush to his rescue, Grandma Fiona suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't move, look again!"

Upon hearing Fiona's words, Ron stopped in his tracks and stood still.

As the cries for help grew louder, Ron felt the distant forest of flesh and blood shift slightly.

Before he could look again, segments resembling the arms and legs of a centipede suddenly stretched out from both sides of the forest.

The trees standing in the distance also transformed into centipede-like monsters, swiftly crawling with twisting and turning bodies.

"This monster is very good at mimicry. It once disguised itself as a forest in the real world, and I suffered a lot because of it."

"Be careful, why do they have these things here in the Federation too?" (End of Chapter)