I'm really a serious wizard.

Radiant Federation.

"President, that's how we acquired the 'Sky Castle'."

Ron's gaze was clear and his words were firm, as if he didn't see Olivia's bewildered look.

So, is that your reason for a sudden surge in strength in just a few days?
Even though she had been at the "demigod" level for a long time, Olivia felt a sense of urgency.

This feeling is like seeing a classmate who usually doesn't stand out suddenly achieve significant improvement in their monthly test scores.

Although it may not be possible to catch up with oneself in a short time, it is only a matter of time.

Ugh, this is so annoying, how come he's improving so fast...

If I can't beat him after we get married, won't I have to obediently listen to him?
Recalling Ron's ambitious heart, she couldn't help but sigh.

孽 孽!
Now, forget about the chairman's position; if things continue like this, he might even lose his health...

Wait, Olivia, what are you thinking?

Never mind, I can't slack off anymore, I'm going to challenge a formidable opponent!
Thinking of this, Olivia's pretty fox-like eyes glanced at the old senior who was muttering to himself, giving off an extremely lonely feeling.

"Ms. Fiona, did Ron kill quite a few people this time?"

Although the context was a question, Olivia was already quite certain.

That bastard always does this!
Noticing the gaze of her junior, Fiona immediately straightened her back and raised her head.

"Yes, he ruthlessly killed a lot of monsters."

"Wait, little Olivia, how did you know?"

Fiona sensed something was wrong and suddenly became alert.

The next moment, as if she understood something, she grabbed Ron by the collar and shook him violently, saying:
"I knew you were up to no good."

"So they went down the wrong path!"

What you're saying? How have I gone astray?
Hearing this, Ron was very indignant.

You can insult my character and morals, but you can't belittle my talent and potential!
“Ms. Fiona, you can’t just say things like that. People are different.”

He turned around, one hand behind his back, exuding the air of a lonely master.

Grinding monsters is fun for a while, and grinding monsters all the time is even more fun.

Gaining a lot of proficiency with just a few tries—isn't that a kind of talent?

However, Ron's current ability to generate "Holy Light God" coins is quite limited. Using divine power to completely eliminate the accumulated monsters is a long-term project.

Let's go farm some more gold coins tomorrow!
With that thought in mind, Ron cheekily moved closer to Olivia.

"President, your strength must have improved a lot recently!"

The black-haired woman's eyelids twitched slightly. Resisting the urge to kick him, she gently shook her head and said:

"Too much divinity is too much of a burden."

Demigods are not true gods.

Professionals at this stage have reached their limits on a life level.

The physical body, cells, or consciousness alone have reached perfection. To achieve further advancement, one must incorporate a divine quality.

These things, which are almost equivalent to the foundation of the world, will drive life beyond biological limits to climb to the top again.

One, two, three...

Until some vague boundary is broken.

The above are records left by the previous Stardust Guild Master, as well as ancient secrets that only each new guild master has the authority to view.

However, Olivia also has her own opinions and conclusions.

Well... the direction of the climb is also extremely important in the process; different levels of divinity lead to different areas of climbing.

If one can push one divine quality to its limit, it is certainly more powerful than absorbing more divinity.

Ron, who gets stronger by killing people, has no idea about the hardships of ordinary people like us!
Olivia vaguely sensed a bit weary.

Just then, the door creaked open.

"Phew~ Come quick, there's news for you."

Vivian came in panting, picked up the teapot on the table, and gulped down water.

After catching his breath, he took out the slightly scented envelope from his pocket.

"Miss Ellen brought it over on her way."

"Magic is really convenient. It only takes a few hours to reach the teleportation node, even when carrying cargo."

During this time, the vampire girl has been busy running around and causing a lot of trouble.

Perhaps due to the connection with Verex, various magical instruments were being transported to Glenhill in boxes through the teleportation nodes set up by Elena.

Among them are powerful magical devices, such as the Amos fission bombs that the dwarves risked everything to smuggle.

"Thank you so much, Vivian!"

Ron waved to express his gratitude.

The vampire girl didn't seem to care, wiping the water from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and saying:
"You're too kind. Actually, it's all thanks to my brother. He really wanted to thank you in person, but he just couldn't make it."

"With the Speaker gone, there are too many things to deal with."

As he listened, Ron tore open the envelope with his fingers, and his expression turned serious when he saw the contents.

The letter wasn't from Catherine, but from that unreliable woman, Elena.

Instead of some suggestive terms, it devotes a large portion to describing the unusual activities of the Mad Hatter and the Doctor Trickster.

And news of an upcoming "major reboot".

This coincides with his and Fiona's speculation about the "Sky Castle".

Of course, the news that the end of the world is just around the corner is not exactly surprising.

What truly surprised Ron was the latter part of the description, and the old parchment that came with the letter.

"It's a distress signal from Fiona herself!"

The entire room fell silent, and even Vivian turned her gaze to the bewildered pink-haired woman.

She knew the ghost's identity quite well, after all, the person involved had boasted a lot about how powerful he had been.

She said things like Chrisel was only fit to carry her shoes, and that her true form was already a near-divine being.

Is this the result?

"Hey, what kind of look is that?!"

That look—a mixture of surprise, pity, worry, and understanding—successfully pierced Grandma Fiona's pride.

It made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

That distress letter, which came from who-knows-where, felt as if her face had been pressed to the ground and rubbed against it.

Who exactly is spreading rumors and ruining Grandma's reputation?!

"You must have made a mistake. Why would I ask for help?"

Fiona proudly raised her chin, displaying an attitude of invincibility below the gods and one-for-one exchange above the gods.

This guy isn't just arrogant; he's seriously mentally ill.
Ron was speechless for a moment, then handed the old parchment to Fiona.

“Ms. Fiona, the handwriting on it is exactly the same as yours.”

"It's impossible for them to be exactly the same!"

The arrogant senior continues to evade reality.

Helpless, the blond boy could only ask Olivia to look at the contents of the ancient parchment.

Most of the words on the parchment have become blurred and illegible due to the passage of time.

Ron picked out the words he could understand and read them aloud:
[This is ***. If you see this letter, I, Ona, may have suffered unimaginable calamity.]

[**It's terrifying, I was beaten like a dog by ********, please help**]

"Ron Griffiths, are you trying to die? What do you mean I was beaten like a dog?!"

Upon hearing this, Fiona rushed to Ron like a madwoman and snatched the fragile parchment from him.

She took a closer look and found that the content was extremely brief.

Ron read out just a few words that were barely recognizable on the entire letter.

Is there no way to recover this letter?

Olivia took the old sheepskin and gently stroked it with her fingers.

"Did Elena say anything, such as using the fake king to see the original contents of the letter?"

Olivia, you're a genius for thinking of this!

The president boasted inwardly, constantly praising his own wisdom.

Upon hearing this, Ron shook the letter and said:
“No,” Elena said. “She could only see that the letter was indeed from Ms. Fiona.”

"The rest is just darkness; there is no useful information whatsoever."

At this point, Ron's tone suddenly became more somber, and he continued:
"Moreover, this letter seeking help looks to be several hundred years old."

Even if Fiona separated a part of her soul and knew that the stardust would still exist a thousand years later, this letter didn't seem to be for him.

Ron was more inclined to see this as a warning than a request for help.

A warning written with lives.

Centuries have passed, and even demigods would probably have turned to ashes long ago.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became extremely somber.

Ron was expressionless with tears in his eyes, Olivia clenched her teeth with a sorrowful expression, and Vivian looked on with a nostalgic look.

Even Fiona herself wiped her eyes, wanting to offer a bouquet of flowers to the deceased.

and many more!

Suddenly, she looked up abruptly, slammed her hand on the table, and shouted:

"Grandma, I'm not dead yet!"

"Ron, why are you looking so mournful? Olivia, stop looking so sad. Your vampire grandma is right in front of you, what are you reminiscing about!"

Doesn't this show that you are very important to us?

In Ron's words, they will live on forever in our hearts.
Olivia's thoughts raced, and she suppressed her sorrowful expression, saying:
"No matter what, we have to go and take a look, at least we have to retrieve the remains of our predecessors."

Ron nodded in agreement.

"That's right, we might even be able to snag a couple of the divine traits that Ms. Fiona revealed."

Hey, show me some respect!
Fiona gritted her teeth in anger, about to loudly complain to Olivia, when she suddenly noticed Vivian standing to the side, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

She rolled her eyes angrily, temporarily forgiving Ron's offense, and slumped onto the sofa like a salted fish.

Just a few seconds later, Fiona heard the timid vampire girl whisper:
"Um...you're leaving the Federation?"

"Yes, I do have that idea, but I don't plan to act on it anytime soon."

Hearing Ron's words, Vivian breathed a sigh of relief, but her pale face immediately became extremely conflicted.

Seeing this, even the president realized something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Vivian?"

"Could it be that monsters have appeared on the Federation's frontier as well?"

No, that's not true!

The vampire girl quickly rejected the idea, then hesitated before asking:
"Lord Ron, Miss Olivia, do you remember Jasmine?"

Jasmine?

It's that one—no, it's that elf with severe racial prejudice, who's supposedly a high-level magic technician.
“Of course I remember.” Ron nodded slightly. “What happened to her? Was she beaten so badly because of racial discrimination that she can’t take care of herself?”

"It's nothing serious."

"According to my brother's statistics, many well-known doctors, professors, and magic researchers in the Federation have recently been found to have committed suicide in their apartments."

At this point, Vivian paused for a moment, then continued:

“Jasmine has been acting strangely lately, often saying things like magic doesn’t exist and that Chrisel is wrong.”

"I'm very worried about her, but I can't figure out what's wrong. The only powerful mages I know are you."

?

The Trisolarans are attacking!?

Ron's lips twitched; he had a strange sense of déjà vu.

But the Trisolarans... it seems impossible, doesn't it?
Gathering his thoughts that had wandered to the heavens, Ron asked curiously:

"Did the Elf Queen not intervene or investigate?"

“I remember, she must have been a legend as well.”

"Lord Serandis investigated and found no problem."

Vivian shook her head bitterly.

Adhering to the principle of mutual assistance among allies, the kind-hearted Ron did not intend to stand idly by.

After all, the Verex siblings had provided considerable assistance. He straightened his posture, adopting the air of a pope, and said with the demeanor of an experienced person:
"That's it"

"That guy is very likely so racist that he's possessed by a black person who has been discriminated against."

"She needs me to perform a clandestine exorcism!"

“Vivian, if you want me to help her, you have to see her in person.”

It turns out he was possessed by a demon!

Vivian was taken aback by Ron's imposing manner and didn't immediately understand. She asked expectantly, "..."

"Jasmine told me that she would be free in three days."

"Can I ask her out then?"

"no problem."

-

The next day.

noon.

After a night of effort, Ron finally unleashed divine power from the Holy Light Kingdom that could withstand Olivia's three full-force punches.

Back in the real world, no longer isolated from the holy light elements, he had already recovered to his peak condition with every breath.

I replied to Elena's letter and finished handling the trivial matters.

With a relaxed life, Ron returned to the "Sky Castle" suspended ten thousand meters in the air.

Practicing magic is something an excellent mage should do every day.

Especially with the end of the world approaching and evil gods looming, increasing one's strength is the most important thing right now.

"President, please sit here."

Inside the central tower, Ron pointed to the seat engraved with Fiona's name and sincerely placed his hand on Olivia's shoulder.

The president naturally had no idea what kind of scheme his trusted subordinates were plotting.

She sat down with a smile, twisting her supple waist, her amber eyes filled with admiration for Ron.

You finally know how to care about your old lady.
A warm feeling welled up in Olivia's heart, so much so that her expression became somewhat dazed.

She knew that this was the love hormone that Elena had been talking about!

As for why she followed Ron out to grind proficiency, she was the only one who wanted to do it.
The reason is actually very simple.

To enhance one's strength and break through the boundaries of one's life level, challenging powerful enemies is an essential step.

This is closely related to the divine qualities that Olivia possesses.

Both "immortality" and "power" require strong external pressure.

Of the two, "immortality" is the path that Olivia herself realized and went the furthest.

So, when Ron said that in the Deeper World there were ancient gods whose heads could be corrupted by divine power,

She immediately decided to undergo an extremely rigorous period of asceticism.

"That sounds nice, but it's just getting beaten up."

Ron clearly had his own ideas about this.

Seeing Olivia leaning against the metal chair without any guard up, the blond boy looked delighted.

"President, sit tight, I have a surprise for you."

He strode quickly to another seat in the control room of the central tower.

Under Olivia's questioning gaze, he gently pressed the red button under the armrest.

click-

The metal handcuffs locking her limbs and neck suddenly popped out, instantly binding the slender, black-haired woman firmly to her seat.

!

Ron was overjoyed to see this.

He quickly pressed the red button again.

A mechanical hand suddenly popped out from above, grabbed the president's clothes, and ripped them off.

stab-

A patch of skin as smooth as cream, with a rosy blush, came into view.

"Ron, you bastard!"

Only then did Olivia finally realize what had happened.

But before she could do anything, she saw Ron press the red button hidden in the corner.

The next moment, a very ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

In 0.1 seconds, the invincible president suddenly broke free from his restraints.

In 0.4 seconds, she saw something indescribable protruding from the seat.

In 0.6 seconds, Olivia smirked and instantly appeared behind Ron.

In 0.8 seconds, he grabbed the blond boy by the collar and pressed him firmly into the metal seat.

Five seconds passed—

"Hmph! President, I was wrong! I'll never do it again!!!"

-

A world with seven layers of depth.

The "Sky Castle" suddenly tore through the fleshy clouds.

The blood-red sun in the sky instantly draped the magical creations from the real world in a crimson hue.

Ron, clutching his backside, arrived at the observation deck of the central tower and pointed to the stone pillar that pierced the sky at the very center of the crater.

"The president is right there."

A head lay quietly atop the black stone platform.

Upon seeing Ron arrive again, a hint of mockery seemed to flicker in his dim emerald green eyes.

After all, this human had come time and again, but each time he made a lot of noise but accomplished little.

There's simply no way to deal with Him.

Hey, you actually dare to laugh!
Ron was furious when he saw this.

"President, He is very likely a remnant of an ancient god, possessing a certain degree of consciousness."

"Like 'Mr. Mad Hatter' and 'Dr. Trickster'."

Compared to these two cursed creatures that only argue with each other and often spout nonsense to deceive people,

The head before me seemed to harbor extremely strong malice towards humanity.

Just one night later, the number of monsters here had increased considerably.

Olivia gazed into the distance, a knowing glint in her eyes, and said coldly:
"Ron, do you think the monsters that attacked the Kingdom of Oran could also have been created by Him?"

"Most likely not."

"I had already scouted the area beforehand, and these monsters are far from the real Kingdom of Oran."

"Perhaps it's something else similar!"

Ron stroked his chin, deep in thought.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.
He wasted no more time, first unleashing two units of divine power, and then mentally issuing commands to "Sky Castle".

Energy remaining: 28.8% → 3.8%

Thick plumes of sulfurous smoke billowed from the crater, mixed with the pungent smell of alchemical solutions.

At the bottom of the crater, flames were seen shooting out from the still-warm lava.

Flammable, high-temperature solution mixed with tar splashed and adhered to the twisted creature's flesh, carapace, and hair.

boom--

Under intense high temperature and pressure, the entire crater suddenly shuddered.

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

The refresh notifications came like a torrential downpour, and in just over ten minutes, the number of refreshes increased from 67 to 6268.

This time, I actually gained 6201 proficiency points!

Ron was overjoyed.

You should know that even when he fought with all his might to defeat a legendary expert, he had never gained such a great reward.

Sure enough, yesterday I was just following my usual thinking: the destructive power of lava is far less than that of flammable and explosive Molotov cocktails!
Your proficiency in defeating the "Seed of Return to Nothingness" increases by 1.

The progress indicators are still being updated, but the speed is gradually slowing down.

Ron stared intently down below, and seeing the flames and tar buried by the twisted creatures, he thought to himself, "What a pity."

He had thought that by using the Sky Castle to simulate a large amount of flammable and explosive liquid, he could set the entire Monster Mountain Range ablaze.

At that time, even if most of these monsters are useless and cannot provide proficiency, the remaining ones can still help him achieve proficiency freedom.

Unfortunately, the density of the monsters and the lack of oxygen for complete combustion caused his plan to fail.

Only about one-tenth of the twisted creatures were eliminated.

The flames gradually died down, and thick black smoke, mixed with the acrid smell of burning, polluted the entire sky.

[Remaining Proficiency: 7130]

See the final number displayed on the panel.

Ron always had an urge to pour his last bit of divine power into it and set it on fire one last time.

calm down!

We can't go any further!
"Fortunately, these monsters are all renewable resources, but the smaller ones don't have any proficiency at all; only the larger ones drop a little bit..."

"Ron, what are you muttering about?"

Just then, Olivia's voice suddenly came from the side.

Ron felt an itch in his ears.

He could see that handsome face was only a centimeter away, and amber eyes were staring at him without blinking.

"It's nothing, I was just marveling at the necessity of ecological cycles."

As he spoke, Ron focused his gaze on the remnants of the ancient gods in mid-air.

His dull, emerald-green eyes met Ron's gaze silently.

Then another wave of monsters appeared out of nowhere.

They struggled and twisted as they fell from the sky, most of them with cracked shells and barely alive, unable to move.

They could only mingle with their own kind in the crater, desperately awaiting death.

At this moment, Ron's aura also began to rise.

Life levels rapidly ascended at an unimaginable speed.

[Remaining Proficiency: 0]

[Unlimited: Synchronization rate 37.33%↑]

Seeing the prompts on the panel, Ron clenched his fist and realized that his strength, magic power, and spirit had all been multiplied.

Upon seeing this, the head with a certain level of intelligence finally realized that something was wrong.

His dull, emerald-green eyes trembled, as if he felt ashamed of Ron's beastly behavior.

They haven't yet recovered from Luo's ATM-like behavior.

A woman's figure was reflected in those emerald green eyes.

Her black hair flowed freely, and she hovered in the sky, slowly approaching him, carried by the gentle breeze.

Just as they were about to enter the range of divine power's erosion, the black-haired woman suddenly stopped.

The head of the ancient god remained perfectly still, its eyes revealing disdain, and a cold smile playing on its lips.

A mere demigod dares to try and provoke the gods?
Olivia tentatively extended her palm.

Suddenly, an indescribable, excruciating pain erupted from my palm.

The life force, like a maggot clinging to a bone, instantly entered her body, eroding Olivia's body, internal organs, soul, and even spirit.

She suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and her whole body was covered with life-giving plants.

Its emerald green eyes continued to watch silently, as if observing an insect paying the price for its overestimation of its abilities.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Under the somewhat dazed gaze of the ancient god's head,
The black-haired woman's distorted face gradually became peaceful, and everything within her body that had been eroded by divine power was gradually repaired under some kind of force.

The next moment, Olivia's aura rose slightly, and her life level was slightly improved.

(End of Chapter)