I'm really a serious wizard.

A man should shoulder responsibility.

However, Ron felt that
This idea of ​​someone going out to be a male model to earn money and then taking on the responsibility of supporting their wife, children, and elderly parents is utterly perverse.

This is something that a decent young man like him would never do.

However, they were under immense external pressure and faced the reality that the end of the world was imminent.

Ron, this tough and resolute man, was ultimately bent by the weight of reality.

"This is not the place I want to go!"

[The Chosen One with Compassion]

They changed to the title of the compassionate chosen one and used the "temple" to reach deeper levels.

As soon as he emerged from the pillar of light, Ron could feel gazes directed at him from the depths of darkness.

"Are you ready?"

"Heliope, release Themis from her suffering."

A gentle female voice came from the deep darkness.

You dare say that you've freed me from the suffering of the Lord with a thousand faces and ten thousand eyes? I think it's more like He freed me.
Ron muttered to himself, then politely said:
"Madam, that's exactly why I've come here."

He has been busy with this matter ever since he returned to reality.

This includes continuously striving to enhance the team's capabilities and searching for the "Sky Castle" in the deeper world.

The blond boy thought for a moment, then asked somewhat hesitantly:

“Last time you said that the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions had split himself, so His condition must be poor, therefore…”

So why drag us little minnows into this? Aren't you a god too? Why don't you just take care of things directly and everything will be fine?

The gentle mistress clearly understood the hidden meaning in Luo's words.

He did not answer directly, but instead smiled gently and said:

“I think I mentioned to you last time that some of the gods in the Golden Age were powerful and some were weak. ‘Divinity’ and the ‘authority’ they wielded can only be used as a reference.”

"The six divine qualities are only the optimal number for humans to ascend to godhood, but there are still exceptions."

"Some 'authorities' are inherently exceptionally powerful."

Got it, we can't beat them.

But my lady, what makes you think that we can defeat them if we join forces?
"Even if we join the fight, we might not be able to win, right?"

He rubbed his hands together and then tactfully expressed his worries.

The compassionate matriarch spoke with a hidden gentleness:

"The gods have reached their end; there will be no more restarts."

"And Themis and I have also lost our proper role."

"In this spacetime that is about to fall, we must resolve our issues with Him."

"Otherwise, the increasingly fragile high walls will not be able to withstand His destruction, which will hasten the final outcome."

It's not a matter of whether we can win, but that we absolutely must win.

Ron's expression changed; these words inexplicably gave him a chill.

If Fiona's theory is true, the world is shaped like an inverted pyramid.

What is the meaning of the existence of the "Mother of Compassion" and the "Lord of a Thousand Faces" who exist between the world of reality and the world of the past?
Does it serve a similar function to a load-bearing wall?
Or is it a different kind of human-shaped "high wall"?
With his mind in turmoil, Ron, having received the answer, didn't dwell on it too much and instead revealed his purpose for coming.

In that case, the external "energy source" for the "Sky Castle" can't be delayed any longer.

However, just as he finished describing the head's appearance, his movements suddenly froze.

Ron quickly looked up and carefully examined the "Mother of Mercy's" face, which was full of benevolent light, especially her eyes, which were filled with sorrow and seemed to be weeping for the whole world.

They look so alike!

Moreover, the divine qualities of "life" seem to have been possessed by both of them!
Suddenly, a very bad feeling welled up in my heart.

“That’s Timothy, the goddess of life in the Golden Age, one of the six god-kings, and my mother.”

"Uh, I was just joking."

With eyes that looked like blood moons, Ron scratched his head awkwardly.

President, you've really put me through a lot!
Asking me to tell someone's daughter how to turn her mother into a human jinchūriki is like asking me to die even faster.
I'll deal with you when I get back, and show you who's in charge in this house!

"However, Timothy was naturally promiscuous. Despite being a god-king, she was keen on having relations with different creatures."

"Insects, animals, stones, trees, and even intelligent beings, thus giving birth to different, strange, and more powerful offspring."

"Therefore, at the end of the Golden Age, I personally ended His life, temporarily assumed His divine authority, and destroyed the strange monsters that were born from Him."

"."

Indeed, it's clear your mother has rather unusual tastes; at least those insects and twisted creatures prove it.
Ron was speechless for a moment.

But I was really itching to hear these ancient, sensational gossip stories.

However, the "Mother of Compassion" knew when to stop and simply nodded slightly to Ron.

Suddenly, a ray of black light flew out from between his eyebrows and fluttered down into Ron's palm.

“These are the powers of ‘mercy’ and ‘darkness’; with them, you can seal Timothy’s head.”

A gentle smile appeared on the mistress's beautiful face as she spoke softly:

“You have inherited all of Octavia’s legacy. When you reach the level of a demigod, you can further seal it away with your divine kingdom.”

The gentle voice gradually faded away in the black light.

By the time Ron snapped out of his reverie about what was in his palm, the "Mother of Mercy" had vanished without a trace.

"Once you reach demigod status, you can destroy all of Holy Light Old Deng's gold coins?"

He glanced at the [Infinite] option on the panel and fell into deep thought.

I don't know if this will interfere with obtaining the inheritance.

-

A pure white beam of light carried Ron's body rapidly upwards.

In an instant, the world before him turned from pitch black to deep red, and he was back above the Sky Castle.

"Ron, why so fast this time?"

Olivia's slender figure flashed, and she suddenly cupped Ron's face in her hands.

She looked left and right, and even took a light sniff of the air.

After confirming that nothing was amiss, Olivia frowned and asked:

"Failed?"

"How did you do your job? Didn't it satisfy the Mistress of Mercy?"

What kind of talk is that?! What kind of talk is that?!
Ron was furious at this absent-minded attitude.

"Ms. Olivia, don't you care about me at all?"

"Aren't you ashamed of your behavior, letting your man sell his body for personal gain?"

Ron gritted his teeth, his azure eyes fixed on Olivia.

Unfortunately, he did not see any remorse on the woman's face.

Instead, I heard her say with a straight face:

"Ron, now you're playing innocent with me? When you were seducing those four women, didn't you think about that?!"

"These things become easier with practice, so one more female evil god won't make a difference. It's not the first time."

"Besides, I didn't force you!"

Damn it, is it my fault again? Who do you think I went there for?

Ron's face stiffened, and he only dared to mutter to himself.

He quickly changed the subject, rationally abandoning the topic and focusing his gaze on the heads of the ancient gods on the Blackrock platform.

Coincidentally, those dull, emerald-green eyes seemed to sense the argument and turned their gaze in this direction, meeting Ron's eyes.

Good, good, you even dared to peek.

"You have already met a righteous end!"

-

The next day.

noon.

Inside the steamy bathroom, Sid Flores was meticulously writing down his experimental records.

When faced with strong light, the person with 'crossed eyes' showed obvious aversion and fear, and would always instinctively hide in the shadows.

Testing has shown that known neurotoxins have no effect and cannot cause effective harm.

Fire, electric shock, and freezing can have a huge impact; the 'squinting' body is exceptionally vulnerable to these types of attacks.

[Note: For unknown reasons, the person with 'crossed eyes' has become increasingly irritable in recent days, and their 'gurgling' has gradually lost its logic, making communication impossible.]

Sid Flores closed his notebook and adjusted his goggles.

Suddenly, a ganglion tentacle attacked, accompanied by a sharp, gurgling sound.

boom--

West Germany dodged to the side, and the wall behind him suddenly shattered into dust.

Seeing this, he quickly reopened his notebook and wrote down the following:

For unknown reasons, 'Squinting's' aggressive desires have intensified once again.

Before the rustling sound of notes had even finished, Sid Flores suddenly felt a tightness in his ankle, and he was suddenly hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Glug! Glug glug glug! Glug glug glug!

Amidst the chaotic, illogical gurgling, 'squinting' ganglion tentacles flailed about, smashing cement bricks to pieces.

not good!

This time, the loss of reason is more serious than last time!

Sid Flores felt a pang of anxiety and quickly reached into his pocket to feel around.

However, because he was hanging upside down, his hand had just reached into the hidden magic pocket when...

Everything inside poured out like a floodgate being opened.

There were piles of white candles, whips tipped with red leather, and metal cylinders covered with sharp needles.
The rusty handcuffs resembled scissors for ligation, needles and thread for sewing, barbed syringes, and light bulb-shaped gags.

And all sorts of plant extracts, and dozens of bizarre, twisted metal objects that are impossible to identify.

The entire bathroom fell silent instantly.

The slightly frantic 'cross-eyed' look suddenly stopped, and the twitching of the nerve tentacles abruptly ceased.

He stared blankly at the pile of indescribable things on the ground.

At that moment, Sid Flores seemed to sense His desire and asked in surprise:
"Would you like to try it on?"

-

In short, this is the scene that Ron saw when he came back to rest after finishing everything.

The timid and cowardly Mr. Cross-eyed huddled up at his own feet.

Meanwhile, Sid Flores, grinning maliciously, relentlessly pursued them with something that looked like a power drill.

At that moment, he felt like his head was about to explode.

With the help of Fiona and Olivia, they finally managed to seal the heads of the ancient gods inside the central tower.

Let Him serve as the energy source for the "Sky Castle" and occasionally create monsters to provide proficiency.

But when they returned, chaos ensued once again.

Just as he was about to stop him, he suddenly saw West Germany waving the electric drill in his hand and loudly reminding him:
"Ron, get out of the way! Recently, 'Strabismus' has become extremely dangerous and has a strong desire to attack. Be careful not to get hurt."

Look at yourself now before you say that!

Don't even mention Mr. "Squint" attacking you, I'm going to attack you too!

Ron's lips twitched, and he quickly stepped forward to try and break up the fight. But just then, caught off guard, his ankle was wrapped by slippery, cold tentacles, and he felt a dizzying sensation as he was suspended upside down in mid-air.

"Eh!"

Before the exclamation could even subside, a tremendous force instantly hurled Ron away.

boom--

He fell straight down, crashing through layer after layer of floorboards, and finally embedded himself into the concrete floor amidst a cloud of dust.

Did Mr. Strabismus do this?

Ron scrambled to his feet, his mind racing with thoughts.

I can't believe my best friend would beat me up like that.

What's been going on these past few days?!

Ron tiptoed back up the way he came to the top floor of the guesthouse.

A ganglion tentacle lashed out swiftly, and a golden glint flashed in his eyes as he unleashed a sword move with his bare hands.

With a flick of his wrist, holy light magic erupted forth, instantly gripping the ganglion tentacles firmly in his palm.

But in the next instant, the world seemed to lose its color and become dark and gloomy.

In a flash, Ron's right hand, which had been gripping the ganglion tentacles, was now firmly holding onto his left wrist.

The logical relationship between the wrist and the tentacles has been reversed here!

"Grrrrrr!"

The twisted, distorted tentacles of the "cross-eyed" creature danced erratically, hiding in blind spots where they were difficult to spot.

Something is very wrong!
Ron's expression turned grim. At this critical juncture, the abnormality in his 'crossed eyes' was not good news.

Is it the influence of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and a Thousand Views, or does He Himself have a tendency toward madness?

Never mind, we must heal His condition first!
"Holy Light Healing Technique!"

Thinking of this, Ron gave a soft shout.
The holy light and magical power surrounding him suddenly burst forth, like solidified light from time immemorial—all in an instant.

It illuminates the entire room, leaving no blind spots whatsoever.

In a flash of light.

"Squinting" seems to have found itself.

Suddenly, countless eyes widened, blood vessels bulged, and tears streamed down their faces.

It was as if I saw my great-grandmother, whom I had never seen before.

Ron knew that this was out of gratitude for His helping hand, but also out of His stubbornness in not wanting to lose control and fall into depravity.

If 'squinting' could speak right now, it would definitely give a thumbs up and shout:
"Good job!"

The nerve ganglia tentacles twitched violently, then collapsed to the ground, huddling together tightly.

Seeing this, Ron immediately stopped the healing, grabbed the still twitching tentacle, and asked:

"Mr. Cross-eyed, are you alright?"

"Tell me who turned you into this, and I will never forgive them!"

Looking at Ron's righteous and awe-inspiring face, countless squinting eyes were filled with solemnity and weakness.

"Grumpy"

He first uttered two ambiguous exclamations before speaking:
"Gurgle, gurgle." (I don't know)

do not know?
Ron frowned upon hearing this unexpected answer.

This is quite different from his speculation.

Mr. "Squint" is the rational side that splits out from the Lord of a Thousand Faces.
The only explanation for driving Him mad is that of the evil god Ron.

Moreover, regardless of the situation, one should be aware of 'crossed eyes' so as to avoid it as early as possible.

However, given the unknowable nature of the "Master of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions," it is not impossible that the memories related to strabismus have been blocked.

With no other option, Ron could only lay the weak, squint-eyed creature on the bed, place a small, warm towel over each of its eyes, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked at the silver-haired youth beside him and said:
“Mr. Sid, I’m sorry to trouble you. If possible, please seal it up during the next time it causes chaos, and it would be best to send it back to the Kingdom of Oran as soon as possible.”

"I have important things to take care of."

If the strabismus was indeed caused by the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions, then He cannot stay here.

Fortunately, that evil god was brainless. If He had succeeded in obtaining the missing authority, wouldn't He have become even more invincible?
Upon hearing this, West Germany nodded solemnly.

"No problem, leave it to me."

-

In the real world, in a remote wilderness.

"President, this is bad!"

It took Ron several tens of minutes to return to the massive city that was suspended in the sky.

Upon entering the central tower, one is greeted by a virtual map resembling a sand table.

Above the sand table, a head the size of a normal person is suspended by chains.

When those emerald eyes saw Ron arrive, his head suddenly shook, and his mouth, stuffed with dark light, began to whimper.

Ron didn't know what He was saying.

They were definitely thanking him!

[Energy remaining: 86.7%]

In just one hour, the entire "Sky Castle" was almost fully charged with energy.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a revolutionary bioenergy super battery!
As for the monsters that were generated without their knowledge, they were concealed by the "dark" authority of the Matriarch.

Once a certain number have been accumulated, they can be released to control the Sky Castle for cleanup.

It's like harvesting chives, one crop after another.

Seeing Olivia and Fiona looking at him together, Ron's anxious heart suddenly calmed down.

He strode forward and said solemnly:

"President, there's news about the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions."

After quickly recounting what happened at the guesthouse, the unusual squint, his own speculations, and his response, Ron summarized:

"This shows that the 'high wall' is indeed weakening, and at a rapid pace."

It wasn't that he was exaggerating; in the past thousand years, there had never been an event where an evil god influenced reality.

Most cult members establish contact with evil gods through some means.

The "high wall" intercepted all anomalies, but the interception was not perfect.

Therefore, from time to time, certain forbidden truths derived from divine qualities will come into reality, creating one shocking anomaly after another.

"Ron, you did a great job."

Olivia nodded thoughtfully, then exchanged a glance with Fiona and said:

"Just now, my senior and I were discussing something similar."

"Well, how should I put it, some things in the real world..."

She grimaced, as if recalling the technical terms Fiona had just used.

"There is an anomaly in certain constants."

"For example, the composition of water may change, but it is still water, so most people can't tell the difference."

"And the unit of magic power has also changed. If this continues, it will be enough to render all the magical artifacts that the entire Federation is so proud of useless."

"Even mages below the legendary level are no longer able to control magic to cast spells."

Fiona summarized the complex argument with a brief example.

Although his posture remained arrogant, the seriousness in his words was obvious to everyone.

"This is very similar to the authority of that evil god, defining certain things and changing certain things."

Olivia chimed in.

This is the divine!

A tiny, minor impact can bring a civilization that has developed for nearly a thousand years to the brink of extinction.

Countless technological gems have become useless, and the efforts of generations of talented individuals have turned into worthless pieces of paper.

Wait, why does what you're saying sound familiar?
Physics—no, I mean magic—no longer exists?
Thinking of this, Ron glanced at the sky outside the window and realized that it was already close to evening, and Vivian still hadn't contacted him to perform a secret "exorcism".

A very ominous premonition welled up from the bottom of my heart.

He quickly pulled out his communication device from his pocket, found Vivian's number, and dialed it with one click.

Beep. Beep.
After a long while, no one answered the phone.

According to what he heard from Vivian,
In recent days, the Federation's magical researchers seem to be troubled by certain problems.

Judging from her account of Jasmine's behavior,
She likely noticed this subtle change as well.

As a researcher, you either give up on your research and question your existence, or you stubbornly persevere and seek the truth behind it all.

And to seek the truth.
Oh no, has that arrogant little imp led Vivian into our trap?!

If that's the case, wouldn't Verex, that sister-obsessed guy, go completely insane?
"Sky Castle, locate Vivian!"

Insufficient search criteria, unable to retrieve results.

Ron's lips twitched.

This "Sky Castle" wasn't omniscient or omnipotent either. He took a deep breath, looked at the dots of light on the holographic map, and said, forcing himself to speak:

"Search for vampire women with measurements of 84, 61, and 90, and a weight of 56 kilograms."

[Conditions met, searching in progress]

?

Olivia was completely dumbfounded.

Before she could grab Ron by the collar and ask what was going on, she suddenly saw the dots on the holographic map disappear one by one.

Finally, within the Gear City area, a dozen or so red light spots that met the criteria were selected.

Most of them are located within Gear City, with only one in a desolate wilderness.

But at this moment, the red light in the wilderness grew dimmer, like a candle about to be extinguished in the wind.

Ron's eyes narrowed, and he gently slid his hand across the holographic map.

Suddenly, a barrier made of black stone blocked the red light, but this only slowed down the rate at which the red light dimmed.

"Sky Castle, proceed to the target location."

clack clack-

Amidst the subtle whirring of gears, Ron saw the golden dot representing himself teleport across the virtual map.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Vivian lying unconscious under the tree.

so close!

Just as he felt a surge of relief, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation down his spine.

Because, in this wilderness, faint, chaotic gurgling sounds could be heard slowly echoing.

Suddenly, the babbling intensified, as if awakened by something familiar. Countless nerve ganglia, hundreds of meters thick, instantly shattered the barrier between the real world and the deeper world.

Amidst the blinding divine radiance, Ron preemptively pulled Vivian into the Sky Castle.

In the next moment, the logic of the real world was defined to varying degrees.

Above is below, left is right, sight becomes hearing, joy becomes sorrow, and pain becomes excitement.

[Analyzing... 10% 67% 99%]

[The settings within Sky Castle have been restored to normal]

[Warning: The Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions has arrived; contingency plans are no longer effective.] (End of Chapter)