I'm really a serious wizard.

buzzing-

Amidst the chaotic, low, or irritating screams,
Ron opened his pocket with a complicated expression and took out four "Darkness Exceptionally Fast Leave 3.0" sticks.

This sudden distortion of the biome reminded him of his good friend Sid's habit of carrying a large number of candles with him.

In this situation, Ron had to admit that the darkness left 3.0 much faster than food supplies.

Damn it, was this also within your expectations, Mr. West?!
Kaba —

Break the candle into small pieces and let the Holy Light light them, then throw them downwards.

It flew in the heat and descended from the sky.

Because it was broken into dozens of pieces, the extremely strong stench was amplified.

Ron's face twitched involuntarily in mid-air, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Fortunately, these twisted creatures only have bizarre physical structures; their actual rank is not high, and some are even just ordinary creatures, lacking the unique characteristics of professionals.
After observing along the way, Ron concluded that the most important point was...

This also completely explains why killing monsters yields so little proficiency, and why "Darkness Leaves 3.0" is so effective.

By the way, the temple's records indicate that the anomaly occurred within the last two weeks.

To produce such a terrifying number of twisted creatures in just half a month, especially if there were professionals among them, is simply too frightening.
All these speculations made Ron feel slightly relieved.

At least for now, this refresh mechanism is fair.

slam-la-

The monster horde was startled by the sudden change. The incredibly strong stench, carrying an aura that all dark and abnormal creatures loathed, split the monsters within a kilometer radius into two groups, surging to both sides as if the sea had been parted by powerful magic.

However, for the entire basin, one kilometer is far too small, not even enough for Ron to see what is actually below.

Ron felt helpless. With such a large basin, even if he flew back and forth, it would probably take him an hour.

Completely banishing the monsters is simply unrealistic.

He gritted his teeth, took out Olivia's stockings from the sapphire ring, and a blue light flashed in his hand.

Ten brand-new candles were neatly arranged in his hands, then lit by holy light and magic, and evenly distributed around his body.

"Junior, you're not going to just blindly rush into this, are you?!"

Fiona seemed to realize Ron's intentions, and her voice even carried a hint of a sob.

She made a pointless mention of having something there; it would have been enough to just look at it from the outside. Why did she have to go inside?

“Ms. Fiona, nothing ventured, nothing gained. If we can figure out why the monsters are generated, we might be able to solve the predicament of the Kingdom of Oran.”

Ron's face was resolute, as if the Holy Mother had come to earth.

Upon hearing this, Fiona's spirits were dampened.

If you don't want to live anymore, what's the point of taking Grandma along?

Fiona had reason to suspect that Ron was retaliating against her.

"Hey, hey, wait, are you serious?!"

With a piercing scream that shattered the cloud of flesh, Fiona clung tightly to Ron's waist.

The two of them plunged headlong into the monster ocean below, like a golden meteor.

Good news: thanks to the candles they left behind, the twisted creatures have created a hole a hundred meters wide, saving Ron from having to risk his life.

The bad news is that Ron has been descending for a minute and still hasn't reached the fleshy ground.

The terrifying face and dense tentacles that covered the entire body, within a distance of only about ten meters, made one want to vomit and cause one's sanity to plummet.

"Ms. Fiona, do you really feel something down there?"

Ron asked, his face pale.

"Hey, you junior, if I say there's something, then there's something. Would I lie to you?"

Fiona's steel-like chest pressed tightly against Ron's back, her voice trembling as she stubbornly retorted.

Although Fiona often boasts about events from 1,300 years ago and frequently flaunts her seniority.

In reality, she is only in her early twenties.

Even a legend can't stand the sight of their surroundings sanity plummeting.

Perhaps this is what makes the "savior" special?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ron suddenly felt a strange discomfort in his back and said in a peculiar voice:

“Ms. Fiona, the buttons on your clothes are poking me.”

A button?

Grandma, where are the buttons on my clothes?
"Uh, one on the left and one on the right."

Ron added without changing his expression.

Upon hearing this, the self-conscious senior's expression changed drastically.

"Ron Griffiths, are you trying to die?!"

"That's it. That's it. That's it."

She stammered for a long time, but couldn't say a single word.

asshole!

Grandma, this body is made of magic, so what if my sharp corners are a little hard?!

"Ms. Fiona"

"Shut up, or I'll really get angry!"

The arrogant senior rammed his head hard against the back of Ron's head.

You were the one who bumped into me first.
The blond boy rolled his eyes and refocused his attention on the search.

Because the bottom had been reached, the monsters here were all crushed by the weight, looking half-dead, with viscous tissue fluid everywhere and their internal organs crushed into pieces.

"Ugh, that's disgusting! Those guys are squeezing each other and bursting!"

Fiona looked away in disgust, instinctively gagging.

Ron wasn't much better off.

Because in such a confined space, "Darkness Leaves 3.0" is completely ineffective.

So he could only continue descending through the gaps that the enormous arthropod had barely managed to create.

The scorching white candle gradually shortened, and just as it was about to burn down two-thirds of its length, the rotting flesh and blood of the earth finally reappeared before my eyes.

"How disgusting! I never want to come here again in my life!"

Fortunately, he wasn't the only one who felt disgusted, which made Ron feel much better.

Bathed in the dim candlelight,

The blond boy took in all the sights around him.

"this is!"

Suddenly, he exclaimed in surprise as he discovered something completely out of place.

In the narrow space at the bottom, a huge head lies quietly.

She was incredibly beautiful and possessed an indescribable divine quality.

With eyes closed, skin glowing, and lips rosy, she looked as if she were asleep.

However, through the hole in the top of his head that looked like it had been cut open, Ron saw that the brain inside was completely empty.

The head lay flat in the deep pit, buried by the corpses of a large number of twisted creatures. If Ron hadn't advanced to a legendary level and his cells and organs hadn't reached an inhuman level, he might not have been able to find it immediately.

“Ms. Fiona, lend a hand, let’s dig it out.”

"Grandma's not going to dig this disgusting thing. You can dig it yourself!"

Left with no other option, Ron had to use "Shapeshifting" to conceal himself and summon holy spirits shrouded in black mist.

Before long, a relatively flat space was cleared out.

Huhu——

As the remains were cleared away, faint breathing sounds suddenly appeared.

Ron's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the head.

He saw a pair of half-asleep, dim emerald-green eyes staring intently at him, a slight smile playing on their lips.

And on the fleshy ground beneath his feet, tender, lush grass and vibrant, dazzling flowers had sprouted at some unknown time.

Hey!
It's actually alive!
He's still laughing!
The holy light protecting the area was activated. The divine power emanating from life force frantically eroded the holy light's defenses, and within the blink of an eye, most of the holy light's power had been depleted.

Seeing his greatest reliance so easily triggered, Ron disregarded the threat of the monsters around him, and a blazing light burst forth, instantly purifying the area and creating an upward passage.

Ron pulled Fiona upwards rapidly, like a rocket soaring into space.

At that moment, the piled-up monsters finally realized that there seemed to be a traitor among them.

They were like a surging tide, pressing down on Ron from all directions.

The blond boy felt immense pressure, and his upward trajectory inevitably slowed down, eventually even coming to a standstill.

At this critical moment, Ron's vision blurred, and he suddenly appeared high in the sky.

Teleportation!

In the most critical moment, Grandma Fiona successfully cast this essential spell for both home and travel, for murder and arson.

"Phew, it's so dangerous."

The arrogant senior breathed a sigh of relief.

As the distance increased, the divine power that had been eroding Ron's body was quickly driven away and dissipated by the holy light, like a rootless weed.

That was close, I almost died.

Among these monsters was the head of a god, and it appeared to be still alive.

Which of the Ten Mystic Masters' remains is it?

No, those superhumans may be a bit crazy, but unless they lose their minds, they have no reason to attack a human like me!

Could it be a god who was killed by the ten secret practitioners?

Moreover, I felt that same life force within the temple.
Throughout history, the number of deities has been extremely limited.

Excluding the weak deities described by the "Mother of Mercy" as equivalent to demigods,

There are neither many nor few deities who truly possess six or more divine qualities.

As Ron was pondering this, he suddenly noticed that the previously chaotic, twisted creatures had all gathered together.

They piled up on top of each other, seemingly trying to build a mountain and grab Ron, who was suspended in mid-air.

"I love Catherine the most!"

In the next instant, the "temple," having received the command, cast a pure white beam of light from infinite height.

The beam of light solidified into a tangible substance, piercing through layer after layer of worlds, instantly enveloping Ron and penetrating the monster-infested mountain below.

"Go to the 12th floor!"

Since the "Sky Castle" isn't here, it must be on the 12th floor, which is even deeper inside!

The feeling of loneliness and helplessness as he plummeted back to him. Ron felt like a rat in a sealed pipe, being pushed by high-pressure gas toward his final destination.

It was just a moment of disorientation.

When Ron opened his eyes again, he suddenly saw that the blood-red sun had disappeared.

The world, 12 layers deep, is now nothing but darkness.

The symbols representing mountains, earth, rivers, and landscapes have all been replaced by distorted black lines.

It was as if the entire framework of the world had been stripped of all concealment and appeared naked before Ron and Fiona's eyes.

However, the land, now only marked with black outlines, is not entirely devoid of anything.

A vast, dilapidated city lay there all alone, with the occasional clattering sound of gears breaking down.

What a coincidence?
We've been teleported right to the vicinity of Sky Castle!
Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Boys who smile a lot are sure to have good luck.

Pale purple eyes gazed upon the shattered city.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, Fiona suddenly crossed her arms over the wall and scoffed dismissively:

"Hmph, this is nothing, this piece of junk, how could it possibly defeat me?"

"Junior, tell me, is my stardust magic stronger, or is this pile of scrap metal more powerful?"

What triggered you this time?!

Have you forgotten what happened when you were hiding in the tunnels of Wind Tower Prison?
Ron's lips twitched; having just escaped from the jaws of death, he felt a headache coming on.

At this moment, all he wanted to do was repair the Sky Castle and quickly return to the real world.

Then I'll find a way to fucking kill those monsters and grind my proficiency.

Once I've mastered it, I can suppress all things—the apocalypse, the Old Gods, the Deep World—with a single hand!

“Ahem, Ms. Fiona, you can try it once I’ve repaired Kirslil’s creation.”

Ron wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and said honestly.

"Hey, junior, don't forget who just rescued you. Search your conscience, how can you say such a thing?"

Fiona gritted her teeth and grabbed the blond boy by the collar, shaking him violently.

Then he muttered something in a rambling way:
"If you're going to test someone, you should test them against my real body; that's the only fair way."

If you chickened out, you chickened out; no need for so much explanation...

Ron muttered to himself.

The bickering between the two effectively eased their gloom and depression caused by the environment.

Before long, Ron successfully found the central tower described by the guild master.

"It seems this place is not suitable for living things. That head must have come from a deeper level and must be intelligent."

"That level of flesh and blood is indeed very suitable for creating life."

As Ron surveyed the interior of the tower, Fiona muttered to herself.

However, the blond boy could clearly sense the complex emotions and slight sadness in his arrogant senior's heart.

This proud and arrogant guy never wants to show his vulnerable side.

Seeing her friend's last belongings and hearing Chrisel's solemn promises in her memory, Fiona couldn't help but feel sad.

Finally, the two reached the top of the tower.

Inside the central control room, two metal chairs are placed on either side of the table displaying the holographic map.

One of the seats looked ordinary, but Ron looked closely and found Chrisel's name in the corner.

The other one looked thicker and had a line of text engraved on it.

[My best friend, Fiona's throne.]

Chrisel, you bastard...

Seeing this, Fiona was overcome with grief and collapsed to the ground.

"Actually, you're my best friend too..."

This scene made Ron feel incredibly nauseous.

He was about to step forward to comfort Fiona and tell her to cheer up

Suddenly, I noticed a hidden red button under the armrest of Chrisel's seat.

This is?

Driven by curiosity, Ron pressed the button gently.

Suddenly, the sound of gears spinning wildly filled the air.

Suddenly, metal buckles popped out from Fiona's seat on the other side of the table, fastening her wrists, neck, and ankles.

Ron's eyelids twitched, and he pressed the red button again.

A large mechanical hand suddenly shot out from the ceiling, with nozzle-like objects in its palm.

It first sprayed an unknown spray onto the seat, making Ron feel dizzy, and then made a grabbing motion in the air as if tearing something apart.

Fiona watched this scene in utter shock.

Before she could make a move, Ron, his face contorted in pain, pressed the red button again.

Suddenly, an object resembling a mace made of adamantite emerged from the metal seat, accompanied by a strong vibration.

Gan!
Are there any normal people left in the Kingdom of Oran?! (End of Chapter)