I'm really a serious wizard.

"Madam, this is all thanks to my hard work and sweat."

"There are no useless mages, only useless people."

Ron said in a very serious tone.

Where have you put in any effort? You can't even be bothered to turn the pages of a book!
Fiona's face was contorted, her emotions incredibly complex, her expression solely a twisted expression of jealousy.

Please, please stop trying!
"Phew, you've really given me a big surprise. If you had been born a thousand years earlier, I might have died far away in some unknown corner."

Leaning against the iron bookshelf, Fiona looked like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, her eyes vacant and her body unable to support itself as she slid onto the cold iron plate.

Seeing this, Ron couldn't bear it.

He was about to go over and offer a few words of comfort when he suddenly saw Fiona leap up from the ground.

"Alright, for the sake of you being my junior, Grandma will let it go for now."

"When we get back, I'll tell little Olivia that you bullied me."

Hey, where's your integrity?
For someone as purely arrogant as him, who also possesses a deadly weapon,

Ron could only nod repeatedly, mimicking the Holy Light elementals by giving them a thumbs up.

--you are awesome!

-

No more wasting time.

Based on the knowledge in his mind, Ron returned to the upper level of the tower.

Blue light shimmered in his hands as he transformed his magic into the necessary structural components, filling the holes that pierced through the entire city.

In addition, Ron summoned hundreds of heroic spirits and worked with Fiona for a full 78 hours to barely manage to repair this massive magical creation.

As expected, he was completely drained.

Damn it, is this the limit for me after advancing to legendary status?
Chewing on cold, dry rations and gulping down a potion to restore his mana, Ron stared into the distance, his face ashen.

In the deeper world, there is no holy light element to restore his magic.

Without a legendary transformation, even the strongest ordinary mage would be worn down and killed if they entered a world filled with chaotic magic.

After drinking two more bottles of potion, Ron stepped onto the top floor of the tower, which featured a holographic map.

"Junior, come here quickly."

I've discovered something interesting!

As soon as Ron stepped into the control room, he saw the holographic map on the round table light up again, and a golden dot of light stopped following him.

"What did you find?"

On the holographic map, the golden dot quickly approaches the green dot.

"look."

Fiona opened her palm, and countless data streams linked by spell runes appeared in her vision. She softly uttered:
"Sky Castle, give me a drop of water."

Suddenly, a drop of clear water appeared out of thin air and floated quietly in Fiona's palm.

"Junior, haven't you noticed anything yet?"

"Notice what?"

Ron didn't react for a moment.

"Sigh~ What a blockhead."

The arrogant senior sighed and issued the command again:
"Sky Castle, give me one unit of Holy Light Element."

As soon as she finished speaking, a ray of light suddenly appeared in her palm.

This holy light was exceptionally warm, and it drifted gently into Ron's body, restoring some of his holy light magic.

"We are now in the Deep World, where the rules are very different from those in reality."

As she spoke, Fiona pointed to the world outside the window, which was made up of black lines.

"There is no light, no water, no air, and even magic is scarce."

"Logically speaking, the 'simulation' and 'evolution' of Sky Castle should not have any effect at all, but it just so happens to work."

"Don't you think it's weird?"

After listening to all this, Ron was like a poor student listening to a math teacher explain calculus; he could understand each word, but couldn't understand the meaning at all when put together.

Seeing this, Fiona sighed and gave detailed examples:

"The Sky Castle's abilities are based on simulations of the world's underlying framework, such as the composition of water molecules, the form of holy light elements, and the speed of light."

"If the apocalypse comes, as long as these basic rules remain unchanged, that is, as long as the divine foundation exists, no matter how chaotic it is, the simulation of Sky Castle will still be effective."

Upon hearing this, Ron finally understood.

"Madam, are you saying that the deeper world and the real world are essentially no different?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth, realizing a possibility.

Since the deep world is essentially no different from the real world, where do these increasingly distorted worlds come from?

"Hmph, have you forgotten?"

“The letter Catherine gave you describes the function of the temple.”

"I deduce that our world is like an inverted triangle, with the real world at the top, and as for the bottom layer..."

Is it possible that the apocalypse was unavoidable, but was restarted?

Ron stood there, stunned, increasingly finding this idea to be true.

but
"Ms. Fiona, what if the Deep World is from elsewhere?"

Upholding the spirit of academic research, Ron still raised objections.

Upon hearing this, Fiona snorted.

"If other worlds truly exist, do you think they would contain things like magic or holy light elements?"

"Even if it exists, are the speed of light, the composition of water molecules, and the structure of matter made up of elements exactly the same as reality?"

"If there is even the slightest difference, the Sky Castle's preset will only simulate something else."

"Stop thinking crooked ideas. You talk as if you're from another world."

This lecture gave Fiona immense psychological satisfaction and comfort.

It greatly alleviated the psychological scars inflicted by Ron three days ago.

What's the use of being talented?

You still have to obediently listen to Grandma's orders!
Ron was speechless after being rebuked, and could only change the subject:

"Is the debugging complete now?"

He stepped on the massive city below.

“Well, theoretically we can leave at any time, but,” Fiona glanced at Ron, “we need enough magic to power this big guy.”

If you don't become a householder, you don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive.

Fiona stepped aside, handing over all authority to Ron.

The world before my eyes has suddenly changed, giving me a surreal sense of control over it.
Countless rune data were projected onto his retina at a strange angle.

Meanwhile, the column representing magic power level has dropped to 0.5%.

Thinking about Fiona's previous actions, Ron imitated her, saying:
"Sky Castle, give me a cubic meter of soil."

wow-

A clump of dirt emerged from the void and landed beside Ron.

[Energy remaining: 0.497%]

If there were enough magical power to drive it, it might actually create a habitable area.

After briefly comparing it to the "Shadow Manipulation" spell in his mind, Ron suddenly felt a little ashamed.

The panel granted him such powerful abilities, yet he only used them to turn enemies into little girls.
No, these two things are not the same at all!

The art of transformation is the ability to distort and transform things to the point where it is impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake.

But the "Sky Castle" can convert usable energy into real matter!
With this in mind, Ron mobilized nearly a third of the Holy Light magic power that had been restored within his body, placed his palm on the metal edge of the virtual map, and slowly poured magic power into it.

In an instant, the blond boy's cheeks sunken, his blue eyes bulged, and all the magic power in his body was completely drained.

It's even cleaner than spending a night with the president!

[Energy remaining: 0.5%]

Damn it! What the hell? After all that, a third of my magic power is only enough for one cubic meter of soil?!
Ron was so angry at the strange conversion units that he almost laughed.

"Are you an idiot? Use your divine power!"

Using magic to charge energy, I really don't know how this guy could come up with that.
Fiona quickly covered her face with her hands.

Why didn't you say so sooner, Divine Power?

Ron struggled to his feet, his hand gripping the edge of the holographic map.

As the chosen successor of the Holy Light God, with increasing strength, he can mobilize more and more divine power.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously revealed a confident smile.

"Madam, there's no need to remind me of this. I already knew I should use my divine power."

"I was just testing the efficiency of magic utilization."

is it?

Fiona pouted upon hearing this:

"Junior, stop talking big."

"With your meager strength, you wouldn't even be able to withstand one punch from Olivia. Be careful not to get drained again."

What words?

What is this word?

“Ms. Fiona, I have studied and practiced diligently, meditating day and night, and am now a legendary mage, able to wield several times more divine power than before!”

"So, you're not afraid of Olivia's fists anymore?"

Ron said solemnly:

"At most three punches!"

Having said that, he took out the papal scepter made of fine gold from the sapphire ring, mobilized the divine power of a fist unit, and poured it all into the "Sky Castle".

Boom boom boom——

The sound of gears turning came from inside, accompanied by violent vibrations, and the remaining energy surged, eventually reaching as high as 10.5%.

It's done! It's really fixed!
Ron was overjoyed and issued the command in his mind.

Take off.

The projected map suddenly shrank, and a feeling of weightlessness came over me. The entire "Sky Castle" instantly rose more than a thousand meters in the air.

This feeling is like playing a sandbox game in a past life.

Wait, a sandbox game.
A flicker of excitement flashed in Ron's deep blue eyes, and his heart pounded wildly.

In that instant, he suddenly had a brilliant idea.

Ron looked at Fiona, who seemed to be looking at him like he was an idiot, grabbed her shoulders and shook her, saying:

"I've figured out how to deal with that ancient god's head!"

-

Seven layers deep.

stab-

A massive city suddenly tore through the clouds of flesh and blood, churning up filthy blood and gore.

Inside the tower, the holographic map projection flickers intermittently.

After a few breaths, red dots of varying sizes appeared on it.

A dense mass of disgusting insects of varying sizes, seemingly huddled together.

Ron swung the papal scepter again, unleashing the equivalent of a punch's worth of divine power.

[Energy remaining: 20.3%]

"Wait, Ron, you're not planning to simulate a thunderstorm and lightning to kill all these monsters, are you?"

"Or do you intend to bury that head, along with these monsters, underground?"

Seeing this, Fiona quickly came over to offer advice and suggestions.

Chop him to death?

Bury it?
Ha, what a shallow woman!
Ron scoffed.

Being thrifty and managing the household well, never wasting a single penny, has always been a fine quality that only a good man like him can possess.

“Ms. Fiona, now comes the moment to witness a miracle!” The blond boy had a thought, lightly tapped his finger on the center of the massive crater, and then suddenly pulled it up.

boom--

[Energy remaining: 17.4%]

With a deafening roar, the mountain composed of countless disgusting monsters collapsed once more, and a giant pillar of flesh and blood shot out from its spot.

The head, its brain removed, lay quietly atop the cylinder.

Its dim, emerald-green eyes flickered slightly, traversing the vast distance to gaze directly at Ron inside the tower.

However, due to the great distance, she could only stare helplessly.

"So, what's the point?"

Fiona blinked.

But then, she saw sharp, black stone cones appear within the crater area.

Surprisingly, a whole lake of lava appeared beneath the stone cone.

Because their heads are high in the air, the range where those monsters spawn also becomes high in the air.

Fiona watched helplessly as the twisted creatures plummeted powerlessly from mid-air.

First, its body was pierced and torn apart by a metal cone, then it fell into a seemingly endless lake of lava.

Struggling, screaming, it curled up into a ball of ashes.

Your proficiency in defeating the "Seed of Return to Nothingness" increases by 1.

Countless panel prompts appeared.

In just one wave, I gained 3600 proficiency points!

Sure enough!

Ron was in high spirits, a very CS-esque smile appearing on his lips.

Then, with a thought, he activated "Sky Castle" to raise and reinforce the surrounding area according to the terrain of the crater, so as not to miss any valuable monsters.

Another wave of monsters spawned, but this time the loot was meager, only a mere six hundred points.

[Remaining Proficiency: 5067]

Ron frowned as he noticed from the projected map that the lava simulated by "Sky Castle" had been filled in by the monsters that had previously accumulated there.

[Energy remaining: 8.8%]

"Damn it, the efficiency is still too slow!"

Seeing this, Ron was heartbroken.

The real world ultimately lacks the game-like characteristics of a certain four-character game from a past life.

The dream of easily and quickly leveling up proficiency has been shattered.

Forget it, I'll go back first and then grind hard when I've recovered my energy!

"Dear Ron, is this the good idea you were talking about?"

"In terms of sheer destructive power, it would be easier to have Olivia come over and throw a few punches at him."

Seeing Ron's predicament, Fiona jumped in again.

The smile had just appeared on her face when she suddenly frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

[Unlimited: Synchronization rate 30.2%]

[Remaining Proficiency: 67]

Cool! ! !
This is my true potential!

"You...your level of existence has risen again!?"

"How can this be!?"

Even livestock can't move that fast!

Fiona's pale purple eyes widened, her finger trembling as she pointed at Ron.

At that moment, she felt the gap between people.

I also felt the unevenness of this world.

I entered the legendary realm and spent years accumulating experience to achieve this level of advancement, while he only needed a few days.
Fiona slumped to the ground, her face ashen, looking like a severely disciplined little devil, having lost all her pride and sense of superiority.

Shut it down, it's really boring!
-

"Oh, my dear witch mistress, don't use that hat, use me, use me, quickly use me!"

"Shut up, you damn wand, the Mad Hatter is happy to serve you, lady."

"Stupid hat, what good are you? Can you even solve a woman's sexual function?"

"Damn it, shut up, shut up, shut up!"

The deepest sealed chamber of the Stardust Society.

The incessant arguing went on endlessly.

Elena, resting her chin on her hand, seemed a little bored and lost in thought.

"Alright, shut up, you two!"

With a single command from the witch wearing a crown with a broken corner, she was like a queen on high above.

The Mad Hatter and the Doctor Trick both shut up and slammed their fists against the sealed door, making a loud "thud".

"Woman, open the door quickly, we can let you use it."

“That’s right, you can use that magic wand, Ziwei, and I can help you record it so others can see it.”

Within the Stardust Society, there are many cursed entities that possess self-awareness.

But in terms of "miracles," there have only been four such instances in over 1,300 years.

First, there are these two arguing guys in front of me.

Secondly, he has a rather timid strabismus.

As for the last one, it was the "God of Wisdom" who was contained by Olivia.

Logically speaking, the nature of a cursed object usually doesn't change; it's so obsessive that it feels like a rule.

But just recently, Elena received intelligence.

These two sworn enemies underground seem to have reached some kind of consensus.

They even briefly broke the seal, showing signs of wanting to escape and tempting the investigators guarding the place to use them.

'Sigh, too bad, a leopard can't change its spots.'

'As the first attempt to seduce them was about to succeed, the level-three investigator guarded them asked, "Which of the two is stronger?"'

'Inevitably, things escalated, otherwise I wouldn't have known such a thing existed.'

Elena pursed her lips, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled gently:

"I'd like to know why you two are in such a hurry. Shouldn't life be eternal for you?"

"Perhaps you won't disappear even when humanity goes extinct."

The sealed chamber fell silent, and after a long while, a majestic yet serene voice rang out.

"This woman is trying to trick us into revealing information."

“Fool, I can tell!” Dr. Trickster sneered. “Woman, you underestimate the bond between us. We won’t say a word.”

"That's right, we won't say anything!"

The Mad Hatter then added.

"Humph~"

Elena smiled slightly and said with a grin:
"Whoever speaks first, I will release the first person to speak and grant your wish to escape from here."

"As for the other one, well, he'll just have to be locked up until he dies."

Before the witch could finish her sweet, charming words, she heard a despicable voice speak first:

"I can feel that the end of the world is coming!"

Damn you!
The Mad Hatter cursed inwardly, then quickly echoed:

"If we cannot survive this new major reboot, our consciousness will shatter and reassemble, becoming a completely different version of ourselves!"

Oh?
Big reboot?
Silently memorizing the words in her mind, Elena asked coquettishly:
How many major reboots have you gone through?

This time, she didn't need to threaten him; the Mad Hatter spoke first:
"Never, because in my memory, every time I restart 'me,' I encounter this damned magic wand!"

"Bullshit, you idiot hat, do you think I wanted to meet you?"

"If you hadn't held me back, I wouldn't have disappeared!"

Dr. Trickster spoke with resentment.

"Ha, if the last you hadn't disappeared, the current you would never have appeared. You should call the Mad Hatter 'Dad'!"

"Get lost! You should be calling me Dad!"

Hmm~ It's the same standard as a stage play in the capital, a script about love and hate.
Elena blinked her deep blue, almost purple eyes.

Instinctively, I remembered something from below.

"Hey, you woman, what are you thinking?!"

The Mad Hatter, who claimed to be all-knowing and all-powerful, immediately sensed something was wrong, and his booming voice even carried a hint of urgency.

"No, I wasn't thinking anything." The witch smiled. "Anyway, thank you both for your answers."

"I'm a fair person. Since you both answered the questions, I have no choice but to lock you both up here."

"You broke your promise!"

"The Mad Hatter shouted."

"You damn hat, shut up! If it weren't for you, I would have been out already!"

"Dr. Trickery shouted in a vile manner."

Immediately, the incessant arguing once again echoed from the deepest part of the underground seal.

After listening for a while and finding no valuable information, Elena, in her elegant high heels, decided to return to the president's office.

But halfway there, a gentle chestnut-haired lady nodded to her.

Good afternoon, Ms. Elena.

Good afternoon, Adele~

"You look great, got promoted?"

Elena stopped and suddenly leaned forward, startling the chestnut-haired woman who took two steps back.

"Almost everyone in our squad has been promoted on the front lines, but our captain seems to be a figurehead now."

"Ah, you mean Ron?" The witch hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "After all, he's the man who slept with Olivia; he's probably the guild master now."

"If Adele wants a promotion, she can come to my office later."

Elena smiled faintly.

It's so great to be away from Olivia!

Stardust Club has so many pretty girls; it would be a waste not to flirt with a few of them every day!
Hmm, tease him relentlessly!

"what?"

This blatant implication caused Adele, with her chestnut hair, to blush and quickly shake her head, saying:
"No, that's not right, that's not what I meant."

"Acting President Elena, I have rushed back from the front lines with important intelligence to report!"

As she spoke, Adele quickly opened her magic pocket and pulled out an old, dirty letter with an iris pattern.

The envelope was sealed with the Stardust Club's sealing wax, but it had dried, cracked, and lost its original luster.

With just a glance, Elena could tell that the letter was a priceless antique.

"So this is how Adele got promoted?"

She took the envelope half-jokingly, opened the letter, and examined it closely. The handwriting was blurry and mostly stained with mold.

This is an old letter pleading for help.

Elena estimated that it was probably about eight or nine hundred years old.

Whose distress letter is this, and how could it be related to the Stardust Society from eight or nine hundred years ago?
Seeing that the title of the letter was covered in mold, Elena gently twirled it with her fingers, and the "False King" above her head flashed with a gloomy light.

The history of the letters came to mind.

She saw Adele return via the teleportation node with the letter.
The letter, stained with blood, was discovered by soldiers cleaning up the battlefield.
I saw a monster with a letter stuck in its waistband wandering aimlessly.
The letter was seen drifting alone in another world, its magic exhausted.

The letter appeared in a fair palm.

I saw a woman with light pink hair and pale purple eyes put the letter into an envelope.

Wait, it's Fiona! (End of Chapter)