I'm really a serious wizard.

The mistress came, and then the mistress left.

Ron felt a mix of emotions, finally understanding just how vast the difference was between gods.

However... this is not the reason of the mistress.

He also recalled that the divine qualities of "life" were sealed within the temple.

The peculiar nature of the Mistress of Compassion is clearly not her original possession.

Compared to the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions, who had long since gone mad but was still the original self, there would naturally be some differences.

What baffled Ron even more was that the Lord of a Thousand Faces and a Thousand Visions possessed such powerful authority that he could redefine "divinity."

If this trick had been used earlier, he would have been reduced to ashes.

Perhaps such a "definition" cannot be achieved easily; there might be quantitative limitations or extremely high costs involved?

In the next second as the darkness shattered, just as Ron's thoughts began to race...

The ganglion tentacles of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions suddenly twitched uncontrollably, convulsing as if they had suffered the most fatal blow.

Its eyes, opened as the bright light faded, rolled upwards, and the slime on its tentacles was splattered everywhere, as if an invisible set of torture instruments was cruelly inflicting punishment.

With a look of pity in her eyes, the compassionate matriarch gently pulled a broken longsword from her body with her beautiful hand.

As divine power surged, it pierced the tentacles of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions.

Glug, glug, glug!!!

The intense pain awakened the instincts of this mad god.

His tentacles instinctively retracted and curled back, revealing a void world.

The agonizing, furious screams became intermittent as the tentacles stiffened from time to time.

This scene looked strangely familiar to Ron.

Clearly, the mistress is no less despicable than him!

Ron was overjoyed, relieved that his life was finally safe, when suddenly he felt the city beneath his feet sink.

boom--

His expression changed drastically as he saw a ganglion tentacle piercing through the central tower.

The combined inside-outside attack broke through the blockade and exhausted the "Sky Castle's" energy reserves.

Although Timothy continued to provide a steady stream of divine power, the landlord's surplus grain was becoming increasingly strained after being continuously exploited.

Damn it, Ms. Fiona!
Ron and Olivia turned around almost simultaneously, their hearts pounding in their throats as they rushed toward the central tower.

As his gaze swept around, he suddenly saw Fiona carrying Vivian on her shoulder and Timothy's head in her mouth, emerging first from the dust and smoke of the collapsing tower.

Even in such a perilous situation, Fiona still managed to save a life and some extremely valuable property.

What a great teammate Orlando has!
"How dare you hit Grandma! I'm not finished with you!"

Although the arrogant senior was talking big, his escape was extremely disheveled; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was scrambling and crawling.

Her magically formed body dimmed into a blurry shadow, and amidst a series of flashes of magical light, Fiona instantly slipped into the cat paw bracelet on Ron's wrist.

The vampire girl was carried on Ron's shoulder.

Facing the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions, less than three minutes later, one of his fierce generals was defeated.

This outcome clearly made Ron somewhat pessimistic.

But at this critical juncture, he no longer had time to care about these issues.

The "Sky Castle" tilted and fell, rapidly descending through layer after layer of worlds under the drag of the Lord of a Thousand Faces.

One floor, two floors, three floors
Countless distorted and bizarre dimensions flashed through Ron's eyes. Although the scenery was different in each one, it was equally desolate and heavy.

"President."

Think of a solution quickly!

In the collapsed city, Ron endured the discomfort of falling into the Deep World and rushed to Olivia's side.

The president, however, kept his eyes closed and ignored the calls of his loyal subordinates.

Her body radiated a divine glow, as if she wanted to advance to a higher level.

President, what are you doing?!
You're not thinking of making a breakthrough on the spot, are you?
Ron's lips twitched, and just as he was about to shake Olivia's arm, his outstretched hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Because he suddenly realized that in this desperate situation, he had used almost every trick in the book.

Even the "Mother of Mercy," who is also a deity, could not save them.

Aside from waiting to die, a temporary breakthrough seems to be the only decent struggle one can make.

President, you really are a very open-minded person!
Ron tried to find amusement in his predicament.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, Olivia's face flushed red, her divine radiance became disordered and collapsed, her upright body suddenly staggered, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"President, are you alright?!"

Seeing this, Ron quickly stepped forward to help the other person up.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

The black-haired woman gritted her teeth and propped herself up, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes.

This is the second time!

The second time, due to insufficient strength, he was unable to protect the person he wanted to protect or kill the enemy he wanted to kill in the face of danger.

This left the proud president, who had lived for 29 years, feeling extremely frustrated.

Damn it, am I really incapable of doing anything?!
Olivia was filled with resentment and gritted her teeth as she said to Ron:

"Wait for me, let me try again!"

"I refuse to believe it!"

Divine power contains the authority of the gods.

Although this trait is rarely seen in Ron

But after just three minutes of entanglement with the gods, Olivia seems to have glimpsed some path.

This is partly due to her exceptional talent, and partly due to her own "wisdom".

Although she never attempted to forcibly integrate divine qualities, Olivia could only glimpse this essential aspect.

Even if she can't become a god, she's willing to give it a shot!
Who cares, it's just a matter of rubbing and kneading anyway.
The black-haired woman hardened her heart and was about to try it when she suddenly heard an unusually gentle female voice.

"It's best not to try rashly, otherwise even 'immortality' won't protect you."

Upon hearing that very familiar voice, Ron suddenly turned his head.

I saw a beautiful woman whose body shape was no different from a human's, wearing a black floor-length dress and holding a crescent moon in her hand.

He squinted for a long time before recognizing the lady, who radiated kindness, as His Majesty.

Goodness, I almost didn't recognize him after he put on his clothes!

Ron's heart pounded, and he quickly asked:

"Madam, are you here to take us away?"

Whoever wants to stay in this godforsaken place can stay!
However, upon hearing his words, the exceptionally gentle-looking woman shook her head and said:
"I can't take you away."

"why?"

Ron asked in surprise.

“Helioper, Themis has her eye on you.”

"Perhaps His all-seeing nature foresaw some danger, so He has always instinctively harbored malice towards you."

"To truly solve the problem, you must look to yourself."

What kind of talk is that? What kind of talk is that?

Just because you're beautiful and a deity doesn't mean you can spout nonsense.

Although it is not hard to tell from Mr. Strabismus's behavior that he is very timid.

But to say that he, a newly emerged legend, brought danger to the gods...
Ron was the first to disbelieve it.

Doesn't he realize it himself?

Ron's lips twitched, and he blurted out again:
"why?"

He was genuinely puzzled.

The mistress's crimson eyes remained unwavering as she spoke in a gentle, declarative tone:

"In the Golden Age, the authority of Omniscience was still in the hands of Selene, one of the six God-Kings."

"One day, He foresaw His own death and knew with certainty that He was a descendant of mankind, and He chopped off His head with a giant axe."

Uh... so is there any necessary relationship between the two?
Ron blinked, but ultimately did not choose to narrate the story of the Mistress of Mercy.

"Selene's wrath lasted for hundreds of days and nights. He turned water into poison, food into something harder than stone, and vegetation sprouted fleshy shoots to feed on living things."

"He ordered his minions to hunt down all humans, nearly wiping out the entire human race at one point."

"and then?"

Upon hearing the crucial point, Ron quickly pressed for more information.

The compassionate matriarch, her expression unchanged, said:
"Later, a brave man stepped forward."

"He went through countless hardships and teetered on the brink of death countless times, wielding a sharp axe to sneak into the temple of Selene, hoping to seize the opportunity to cut off the head of the evil god."

Hearing this, even though he wasn't born in that era, Ron felt a surge of excitement.

Olivia, standing nearby, was even more excited.

After all, daring to challenge the gods is what a true strong person should do!
"and after?"

Ron seemed to have forgotten the danger he was in and immediately pressed for answers.

"Later, the warrior was discovered and imprisoned by Selene in a cell, with the intention of being executed that very day, which truly changed the foreseen future."

The mistress's voice held a hint of regret.

Hearing this, Olivia frowned and asked:

"Was that warrior really dead in the end?"

"Yes, his head was cut off, once again demonstrating the invincibility of the gods."

"but."

The compassionate matriarch abruptly changed the subject, her expression neither joyful nor sorrowful.

"However, the night before the warrior was executed, Selene's wife went to his cell and spent the night alone with him until dawn."

?

Ron's eyelids twitched slightly, and he inexplicably felt that things were not so simple.

His face was tense, and he asked in a very strained tone:
"Then, who was Selene's wife?"

Upon hearing this, the Mistress of Compassion did not answer directly, but instead focused her gaze on a solitary head.

Timothy, the goddess of life.

A hobby is to bring life to anything, whether it is moving or immovable.

Were you already playing this elaborate game back then?

That’s okay too.
At this moment, Ron could roughly guess how things would end.

It's nothing more than a melodramatic family drama.

"But what's the connection between these two things!?"

"Do you want me to do *that* with you, have a child, and then cut off the tentacles of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions?"

Ron was somewhat disheartened.

As I felt the "sky castle" sinking deeper and deeper, my heart grew increasingly agitated.

Without the protection of the Mistress of Mercy, he and Olivia might have been torn to shreds long ago.
But this still didn't stop him from thinking that the mistress's intelligence was a little lacking.

Just as Ron was silently grumbling to himself, he heard the Mistress of Mercy say:

"The future that we can foresee is one that can be changed, but there are also possibilities that cannot be changed."

"If Selene had known his wife's character at the time, he might have truly avoided being beheaded."

Unfortunately, He did not.

“Heliope, since Themis has chosen to hate you, the root of all the problems lies with you.”

I?
So, this is a completely fabricated prophecy that you've deduced from the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions' personality and his inexplicable hostility towards me?

Who would believe such an unreliable inference?
"Ron, you better think of something! My life and fortune are all in your hands!"

Hearing that there was still a glimmer of hope in their desperate situation, the student council president slapped the blond boy on the shoulder. Clearly, Olivia truly believed him.

Seeing that her loyal subordinate was still hesitating, just like when he was taking off his clothes before the reward, the black-haired woman punched his chest again.

"Ron, you shouldn't hide now, kid."

"You're usually pretty strong, but improving your strength is as easy as eating and drinking."

"I command you, become a god immediately!"

The tasks assigned by the leaders are as heavy as Mount Tai.

It was so heavy that Ron never even dared to imagine it.

But he did not refute it.

Because, not all of the idiot president's words are without merit.

Since the Mistress of Compassion cannot defeat the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions, and fleeing would only result in being relentlessly pursued and unable to escape.

The only solution now is for Ron Griffith to unleash extraordinary talent and effort.

To elevate our strength to the next stage.

At that time, he, who inherited the legacy of the Holy Light Old Deng, might perhaps have the strength to fight back.
Thinking of this, Ron's eyes lit up.

He had just started to have an idea when new problems arose one after another.

We have a solution, but where do we get the necessary skills?

We can't expect the president and the mistress to make sacrifices, can we?

As his gaze swept across the ground, Ron saw a head lying on the floor with emerald-green eyes.

Ah this
At that moment, his expression was serious, as if he were feeling a strange sense of destiny.

Timothy's head looked somewhat shriveled and withered, as if it had been completely drained by the Sky Castle, which had just been operating at full power.

Noticing Ron's malicious gaze, his head was suddenly tossed aside by the falling sky castle.

In the end, he turned the back of his head toward Ron, choosing to avoid seeing him altogether.

Even now, Ron still cannot be certain whether the head contains any remaining consciousness of the Goddess of Life.

But whether you use it or not, you still have to use it!
But can this guy still generate gold coins now?

Thinking of this, Ron hesitated and looked at the gentle woman holding the crescent moon.

"Ahem, ma'am, this head seems a little unwell."

"I think we should give Him a boost."

Yes, use the same technique you used against the Lord of a Thousand Faces!

Ron, you're a real beast.
Olivia, standing to the side, thought to herself, "How could I not understand what my loyal subordinate is thinking?"
The president was worried again when he thought of his abnormal talent of becoming stronger by killing people.

If we kill monsters today, will we have to kill people tomorrow?

"Helioper, what do you intend to do?"

The Compassionate Matriarch, oblivious to Olivia's change in expression, grabbed Timothy's head and continued to look at Ron with tenderness.

"Ahem, ma'am, I have an exceptional talent."

"But only through combat and under high pressure can one break through, therefore..."

"I want to challenge my limits!"

Ron was spouting nonsense with a straight face.

After all, he couldn't possibly reveal the details of the panel.

"it is good."

The mistress didn't nag or ask why this was necessary.

He simply tapped the withered head twice.

The infusion of dark divine power restored the plumpness to his shriveled head.

"Are you ready?"

A gentle voice rang out, and hundreds of twisted creatures suddenly appeared before Ron's eyes.

Perhaps due to the influence of divine power, or perhaps because Timothy's head was very unhappy with Ron, they were quite different from before.

Each of these twisted creatures was more than a size larger than the previous ones, and they all seemed to possess abilities that were either strange or bizarre.

"Just in time!"

Ron was delighted and glanced at the panel that hadn't changed in a long time.

[Name: Ron Griffith]

【Age: 17/654】

[Realm: Sixth-Order Legendary]

Skill: [Holy Light Meditation (Peak) Note:]

Divinity: [Infinity]

You will find it easier to break limits, be adept at defying rules, and be unbound by logic.

Synchronization rate 37.33%

Remaining proficiency: 0
I only need 13,000 more proficiency points to push the infinite synchronization rate to 50%!
Based on the insights and experiences gained from Ron and Olivia's practical training and exchange of cultivation methods in the past few days.

Once you understand, accept, and assimilate divinity to this extent, you are qualified to be called a demigod.

Demigods are essentially an extension of the legendary rank.

It simply possessed a divine transformation and even greater power.

This greatly shocked Ron at the time.

The violent woman, Emotion, chose to embrace "wisdom" not because she expected this low-synchronization divinity to make her a demigod.

Instead, it uses the backlash to catalyze the gradual enhancement of "immortality".

President, you really know your own limitations!
A flash of sword light suddenly appeared, and as golden holy light magic surged, Ron swung forward with a fierce slash.

Puff puff--

Amidst a series of dull thuds, monsters were cleaved in two, and the scorching golden flames instantly reduced these unclean creatures to ashes.

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

Several notifications appeared in succession, but Ron had no time to look at them.

Twisted creatures continued to appear in droves. He jumped into the monster horde, like a tiger among sheep, slaughtering them until the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.

Indeed, only combat is the best way to improve one's strength.

Ron silently sighed, his blood boiling.

Seeing him effortlessly dispatch countless twisted monsters as if cutting melons and vegetables.

Olivia stared intently, her eyes unblinking.

To be honest, she also wanted to know where Ron's limits were.

However, after looking left and right, all she could see was that Ron was bullying the weak and had no manners of a strong person at all.

How could this possibly improve one's strength?
The black-haired woman couldn't help but sigh.

Even if Ron went down the wrong path and refined these monsters one by one in an instant.

In terms of magic utilization alone, it's not even enough to break even.

Perhaps this kid really is exceptionally talented, and everything he has achieved is due to his own efforts?

So, perhaps he was fooled by me into thinking he had a hidden ability to become stronger by killing people when he dealt with these monsters?
Thinking of this, Olivia felt a pang of sadness.

But in the next moment.

She seemed to sense something, and her amber eyes suddenly widened to their maximum size.

They watched helplessly as Ron's aura increased slightly.

How can this be! ?
It's not magic at all!

In a daze, Olivia finally understood why Fiona always looked so jealous.

They must have gone astray and even colluded with evil gods!

Stealing a glance at the silent embodiment of the Compassionate Matriarch, the Guild Master gritted his teeth and slowly calmed his complicated emotions.

No, Olivia, you need to calm down. It's not a big deal. You have to trust this bastard.

Perhaps he's just really talented?
Panel, give me some points!
Ron roared inwardly, sensing that his extraordinary talent was about to transform into his own power.

[Unlimited Synchronization Rate: 42.76%↑]

Proficiency: 0
In just over ten minutes, Ron had already killed tens of thousands of twisted creatures.

Although not every one of these monsters will grant you proficiency.

But the rate of gaining proficiency has increased by more than ten times compared to before!
One, two, three, thousands, tens of thousands.

Before long, Ron's proficiency had reached a terrifying 7300 points.

He flicked the sword, and with a flick of his wrist, the longsword returned to its sheath.

A full 7300 points of proficiency surged into the [Infinite] Divinity like a tidal wave.

[Unlimited Synchronization Rate: 50%↑]

boom--

The moment the panel indicated that the percentage had reached 50%, a loud bang suddenly exploded in Ron's mind.

Immediately, the level of life rose by leaps and bounds.

In just a few seconds, they covered the distance that would take an ordinary person decades to travel.

That felt so good!

The exhilarating feeling of breaking free from physical and mental limitations is like shedding a thick shackle, or drinking a bottle of ice water in a scorching desert where you are extremely thirsty and exhausted.

The infinite divinity seemed to transport Ron's spirit to another dimension, leaving him utterly captivated.

It's as if as long as this continues, there will be no end to the improvement.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, breaking free from the illusion brought about by the sudden surge in power, and returned to reality.

Ron clenched his fist, carefully sensing the state of his body after its sublimation.

[Infinite] remains the same as always.

It doesn't have any cool special effects, nor can it be actively used like the president's "power".

It seems to be similar to "immortality," belonging to a passive type?
Ron felt that he had underestimated the power of "infinity" before.

There was no time to think too much; becoming a demigod was just the first step out of the predicament.

The second step is to connect with the Kingdom of God and inherit the legacy of the Holy Light Old Deng!
Sure enough, my connection with the Holy Light Kingdom has strengthened, and it seems I can mobilize even more divine power.
Thinking of this, Ron's eyes lit up as he looked at Olivia, whose expression was complicated, and smiled:

"Guild Master, how did you know I just became a demigod?"

Get out of here!
Cheap or not!

Olivia gritted her teeth, her chest trembling violently with anger.

That's it, this bastard has grown to this point, who knows who'll end up beating whom up in the future.
"Stop talking nonsense to me, or you'll forget about any rewards later!"

The president's threat made Ron's expression change.
He immediately shifted his gaze back to the papal scepter in his hand.

This papal scepter seemed to be able to speak before. Could it be that He was also an Old God who was killed by the Ten Mystic Masters?
Ron, quick-witted, wanted to have a chat with the scepter man who had been silent for a long time.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he stroked it, there was no response from within the scepter.

Did I oversleep again?
Forget it, let's see what gold coins Old Deng has first!

With this in mind, Ron closed his eyes, sensing the connection in the unseen world.

Using the authority of the papal scepter, he suddenly perceived that at infinite height, there was a palace composed of pure light.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and found himself inside the palace.

There were some words written on the walls of the palace.

The moment Ron saw the words, he immediately took two steps back, his face filled with disbelief.

"That is!"

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