I'm really a serious wizard.

First, one must reveal the darkness and filth in one's heart to acquaintances.

Second, one must reach a state of mental purity even greater than that of a truly sincere person.

Third, one must have strong mental fortitude.

Ron stared blankly at the words on the wall, feeling a mixture of absurdity and shame.

Is this the price of becoming a god?!

His mind skipped a beat, and he inexplicably recalled the battle with Cyrus VII.

The ugly scene of abandoning everything and making a desperate gamble is something that Luo still doesn't want to relive.

And now, you're telling me to keep up the good work.

Tell others about the dark details of your inner world.

Holy Light Old Deng, you dare call yourself the God of Holy Light?!
Ron cursed inwardly, wishing he could just turn around and leave.

He is, after all, only human, and at an age where he is full of restless energy.
It's impossible to say that one's mind is truly pure, devoid of the desires that a normal person should have, or that one doesn't think about anything at all.

Even if they were influenced by the Oran people and had some abnormalities, they didn't deserve this much!

To escape this predicament and truly gain the recognition of the Holy Kingdom, one must reach a state of "inner clarity."

To achieve inner peace, one must expose the darkness.

This is a complete dead end!
On the "Sky Castle," Ron, whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly opened them with a twitch in his eyelids.

At this moment, his consciousness split in two.

Half of them were cursing and swearing in the Holy Light Kingdom, trying to find another way.

Meanwhile, the other half of him, inside his body, stared blankly at Olivia, who was looking at him expectantly, the gentle and mature mistress, and Vivian, who had somehow regained consciousness.

Wait, how did you, a vampire, wake up at this crucial moment?!

Ron's heart skipped a beat. Before he could ask any questions, Olivia grabbed his shoulder and asked urgently:
"How is it, Ron? Have you inherited the legacy of the Holy Light God?"

No wonder Olivia wasn't in a hurry.

If one can live, who would want to die?

She's only 29 years old, with the best years of her life ahead of her, and she's still an old maid.

Moreover, nearly half an hour had passed from the time Ron began his ascension to demigod to the time he closed his eyes and entered the Holy Light Kingdom.

During those half hours, Sky Castle plummeted rapidly under the influence of the Lord of a Thousand Faces.

Despite the protection of the "Mother of Mercy" from the outside world, the deeper Olivia descends, the more she senses the deadly danger rapidly approaching.

Recalling Ron's views on the Deep World,
If the world is an inverted pyramid structure, each level is the remnant left behind after the "temple" restarted the world.

At the very bottom level, there is undoubtedly a world that has never been restarted, yet is already facing its doomsday.

If the "Sky Castle" is allowed to fall again, let alone whether we can defeat the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions.

Perhaps only the "Mother of Mercy," who is a deity, could be considered an exception.
They're all doomed.

Without thought, only chaos, madness, and instinct, the gods can do anything they want.

The existence of the "Mother of Mercy" seemed to provoke Him, making Him even more insane and extreme.

boom--

The city beneath his feet trembled, and Ron saw from an infinite height an entire vast, dilapidated world.

And a small piece of land on the edge of this dilapidated world looked surprisingly familiar.

Isn't this the Federation map on the virtual map of the central tower?
Ron was stunned for a moment, then suddenly heard the "Mother of Compassion" speak in a gentle voice, her voice tinged with unconcealed sorrow:

"This is the lowest level of society, a world without any hope."

"This is where the end of the world comes from."

An endless darkness surged forth, obscuring everything before Ron's eyes.

boom--

The Sky Castle trembled again, as if it were being firmly held up by a pair of invisible hands.

"Helioper, there's no time."

“Themis dragged us over there; I alone cannot protect all of you under Her authority.”

"Moreover, my physical body cannot hold out against Him for too long."

The compassionate matriarch looked at Ron without the slightest embarrassment in her eyes.

It was as if being unable to defeat the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Ten Thousand Visions was a trivial matter.

Upon hearing this, Ron's face twitched.

Fuck!
You son of a bitch, Lord of a Thousand Faces and Ten Thousand Visions, I'm not done with you yet, you just wait!
"I know, I will now proceed with the inheritance ceremony!"

After saying that, Ron took a deep breath and looked at Olivia with a solemn expression.

Then, in a calm but trembling voice, he said:
"President... I, I, I..."

After saying "I am" three times in a row, Ron gritted his teeth and said under the gaze of three people:
"I want to take your shirt off."

?

What kind of time is this to be thinking about these things!
Olivia paused for a moment, then was about to punch the blond boy to try and bring him to his senses.

But before she could act, she suddenly heard Ron say hesitantly again:

I also want your old clothes that you don't want anymore.

"And then, and then..."

?

Bottom man!
"Ron, don't you want to be human anymore?"

Can you say something like this in front of outsiders?!

The president's face instantly turned red, like a ripe red apple, and even wisps of steam rose from the top of his head.

In an instant, Ron sensed strange gazes.

That's Vivian looking over.

Although the vampire girl didn't understand the specifics, she clearly grasped Ron's astonishing words.

How could he possibly utter such a declaration of independence?!
Vivian felt incredibly embarrassed and ashamed for Ron just by listening to him.

Sensing the slight restlessness of the Holy Light Kingdom,
Ron lowered his head and continued to squeeze out the words through clenched teeth:

"I...I also want your boots, LOL!"

"I also like black stockings. And stepping on them with my heels!"

The Holy Kingdom of Light is becoming increasingly active.

!!!

"Ron, what are you doing? Get your ass straight!"

"Is this really a ritual left behind by the Holy Light God?!"

Even someone as strong as the president is somewhat overwhelmed by such frankness.

I'm doomed! I'll never be able to face anyone again!
Olivia stumbled back several steps before finally collapsing to the ground.

She covered her ears, no longer daring to listen to Ron's subsequent declaration of independence.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ron felt a sense of disorientation.

He felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if he had already left this world along with the declaration.

However, even with such a tragic sacrifice,
That damned Holy Light Kingdom still hasn't fully accepted him.

No, I need to confess more!
Realizing this, Ron turned his gaze to both Vivian, who was still conscious, and the mistress.

His thoughts raced, and ignoring the strange looks, he approached the vampire girl.

At that moment, Vivian seemed to realize something.
Her pretty face twisted slightly as she shouted:

"Don't come over here!"

But in such a crisis, who can stand aside?

Although the blond boy's face turned a deep purplish-red, he still did not hesitate.

Under the shocked gazes of Olivia, Vivian, and the Madam, he gritted his teeth and continued:
"Please let me be your slave!"

"I... I want the vampire girl to be locked in the basement, tormented every day, and bound by chains."

"And they looked at me like I was trash."

"They were watching while sucking my blood!!!"

"Mr. Ron, please don't do this, I'm scared."

Vivian's voice had turned into a sob.

"You, you could have just told me. It doesn't have to be like this, it really doesn't have to be like this."

At this moment, seeing Ron act so inhumanly...

Olivia's eyes had gone from shock to blankness.

She didn't even bother to investigate Ron for flirting with other women in front of her.

The same applies to the "Mother of Compassion".

Although he maintained a kind and gentle smile, his blood-red eyes kept darting away, lacking the courage to look at Ron.

Upon hearing this, the blond boy's eyes widened in horror, and he felt as if his heart was bleeding.

He simply couldn't imagine whether Ron Griffith would still be able to live as a human being after all this was over.

"Vivian!"

He suddenly raised his voice and recklessly spoke out the most shameful and unspeakable darkness in his heart.

"I...I want to extract the essence from your blood food!"

!!!

"Mr. Ron, please stop talking!"

Ron's words struck her like a hammer blow, causing the vampire girl to tremble three times.

His lips were visibly pale, and he stumbled back several meters before collapsing to the ground.

She felt that Ron had transcended the concept of humanity at this moment.

And that's exactly what happened.

In Ron's consciousness, the Holy Light Kingdom at the infinite heights trembled violently, bursting forth with tens of millions of golden rays.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that some kind of invisible authority was about to be bestowed upon him.

But after waiting for a long time, the Holy Light Kingdom showed no sign of making any further progress.

Damn you!
Ron cursed inwardly.

You son of a bitch, you old man, you don't even deserve to be called a human being!?

Since the matter is already settled, there's no need to make one last fuss.

Gritting his teeth, Ron stared with bloodshot eyes at the only one present who hadn't confessed, the Mistress of Mercy.

Faced with Ron's inhuman gaze, the mistress's breathing quickened.

He is indeed an evil god.

Furthermore, they wield the power of "darkness," "depravity," and "suffering."

But if He is guilty, let justice prevail.

Instead of using Ron.

"My lady!!!"

The blond boy strode forward, speaking in an ugly manner that suggested he had abandoned everything:
"I want to be your dog!"

Upon hearing this, the expression on the face of the mistress, who considered herself utterly dark and depraved, was incredibly complex.

His body swayed.

A dignified deity, at this moment, is as fragile as a little girl.

But the mistress of the house has seen it all. In terms of mental fortitude alone, she is hundreds of times stronger than Olivia and Vivian.

clang--

Just as Ron was about to utter the dark thoughts that were lurking in his heart.

A loud bell suddenly rang in his mind.

Within the Holy Light Kingdom, light transformed into countless holy feathers that descended from the sky.

It brought warmth and a purifying power that heals the soul.

Ha. They even offer psychological therapy.
Ron's lips twitched weakly before returning to his expressionless, indifferent state.

Everything in this world comes at a price.

The path to godhood is always accompanied by heartache and helplessness.

Of course, despite all these attempts, becoming a god remains an incredibly distant dream for Ron.

Even if he already possessed the corresponding rank.

Suddenly, a burst of bright, seven-colored divine light erupted, swirling around Ron as if acknowledging his honesty, repentance, and resolve.

click-

With a snapping sound of chains breaking, the divine qualities left behind by the Holy Light God shone brightly and all entered Ron's brow.

He frowned, his handsome eyebrows furrowing, a hint of pain appearing on his face.

His body was burning hot, his mind was being torn apart, and Ron felt as if he were being immersed in lava.

The external divinities that possess physical strength are clashing with each other, each wanting to possess more of Ron's body and spirit.

This is almost impossible to balance, so we can only temporarily rely on the special nature of the position to slowly suppress and gradually work things out.

Is this what the president meant by having too much divine burden?
No, how long do we have to suppress this?
The pain, as if it were tearing his body apart, intensified.

Despite the excruciating pain, Ron actively communicated with another ray of divine light within his body.

unlimited!

In an instant, the previously clashing divinities became extremely docile, no longer fighting over Ron's body and spirit, and together they condensed a longsword symbol surrounded by wings at the center of his brow.

Ah, thank goodness you're here!
That old man, Holy Light, almost killed me!

Ron, inwardly cursing, gradually got up from the ground and then instinctively swung his arm to the side.

Within the Holy Light Divine Kingdom, a massive amount of divine power surged, transforming into countless terrifying swords of judgment that cleaved through the void.

Handsome!
However, these divine powers do not belong to Ron; they are remnants of the Holy Light God.

Ron can only command and utilize.

The method used is to mobilize the six divine qualities that condense into a longsword symbol between the eyebrows.

However, what puzzled Ron was whether it was a god in the upright position or a god in the reversed position.

Their divine qualities do not appear to be entirely composed of powerful authority.

For example, among the qualities of the Holy Light God are "virtue" and "benevolence," which are relatively more inclined towards the weak.

The same is true of the qualities of the compassionate matriarch; nearly half of them lean towards the personality type.

As for the Enlightened One, Ron doesn't know yet, but judging from the "wisdom" left behind by the other party, His main authority also leans towards this aspect.

But the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Ten Thousand Visions, with his immense power and terrifying strength, was reduced to nothing but "rationality" and eventually became Mr. Squinty-eyed.

This forced Ron to think carefully, lest he really go astray.

Never mind, I'll ask the mistress after this is resolved.
-

Sky Castle.

At this moment, the atmosphere was deathly silent.

Ron suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, a golden light flashing in his deep blue pupils.

His gaze swept over Olivia and Vivian's faces.

They noticed that both women lowered their heads, as if mortals dared not look directly at a deity.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ron nearly stopped breathing.

Even though the threat of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions is imminent, social death is obviously far more damaging than actual death.

At this moment, Ron was perfectly clear-headed as Grandma Fiona, having exhausted her strength, fell into a deep sleep.

Otherwise, he would probably have suffered even more harm.

Take a deep breath and pretend nothing happened.

"Don't worry, leave it all to me!"

Ron spoke with great conviction, but no one responded; the entire city was eerily quiet.

He felt a mix of emotions, pursed his lips, stood up, and looked out into the deep darkness beyond the horizon.

Points of holy light and divine power gathered in his eyes, allowing Ron to perceive the intertwined and waving ganglion tentacles outside the darkness.

The essence of the Compassionate Mother resides within the tentacles, constantly being defined, denied, and rendered ignorant of her own existence.

The battle between the two deities appears to be evenly matched, but in reality, the mistress is at a certain disadvantage.

Because a portion of her authority is defined as non-existent, and the remaining majority does not belong to the dominant type.

"I'm going!"

Pretending nothing had happened, Ron flashed the longsword emblem between his eyebrows, and immense divine power filled his surroundings.

Just as he was about to slip away to the outside world, he suddenly heard the president's voice.

“Wait, Ron.”

The blond boy was secretly delighted, waved his hand dismissively, and said in a cool tone:

"Don't worry, President, I'll come back alive."

Olivia paused, then said silently:
"It's not Ron, I mean, could you please tone it down a bit in the future?"

"That's so embarrassing!"

Shame
You wretched woman, who do you think I'm doing this for?!
Upon hearing this, Ron was filled with rage and his anger flared.

He ignored the guild leader's instructions and transformed into a ray of light to arrive at the battlefield of the gods.

Golden, radiant divine power surged from the mark between his brows.

slam-la-

Ron raised his hand and waved it, and the sound of chains being dragged echoed in the void.

In the black world, golden chains loomed intermittently, sealing off the entire area.

The tentacles of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions suddenly froze, his divine power became stagnant, and his authority was severely weakened at this moment.

Compared to this deity who leans towards rationality and reality, the authority of the Holy Light God is somewhat idealistic.

For example, anything He deems evil will be restricted.

However, defining evil is not so rigid.

Gulu!

Gulu! ! !

The roar echoed throughout the space, and the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions instantly sensed Ron's arrival.

With a sudden swipe of his tentacle, He attempted to define Ron's "number," reducing his life level to the most ordinary dust.

In this deity's realm, "number" governs all the rules of the world.

The number represented by deities is extremely large, while the number represented by tiny particles is extremely small.

Correspondingly, if the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions is unable to contain the many divine beings within him, Ron will perish instantly.

Unfortunately, Ron was not alone.

Just as the ganglion tentacles were about to display their power, the eyes on them suddenly transformed into eyes as red as blood moons.

Just then, the long, thin tentacle suddenly turned and aimed at the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions.

Part of this deity's body was corrupted and betrayed its own will, becoming controlled by the Mistress of Mercy!
Ron quickly looked toward the source of the ganglion tentacles.

What you see is a single, enormous eye, resembling a human pupil.

His eyes were devoid of any rationality.

Faced with the "fall" and corruption of the Mistress of Mercy, the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions could not understand why his own tentacles were attacking him.

Glug glug!!!
With a furious roar, He used other tentacles He could control to tear apart the limbs affected by the corruption in the blink of an eye.

Even so, it still couldn't reverse the tilting balance.

"Judgement!"

Seeing this, Ron mobilized his divine power and swung his hand forcefully.

An enormous sword of holy light instantly locked onto the area sealed off by the chains of order.

The intense, purifying, and radiant aura seemed to break through the surrounding darkness, relentlessly judging evil.

Charge, lock on, and judge!

Unlike the Judgment Sword summoned by a few strands of divine power in the past, this time the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions instinctively sensed the danger of falling.

The tentacles, stretching to an immeasurable distance, curled back, and although constrained by order, they instantly defined "space" at this critical moment.

Suddenly, the enormous eyeball vanished, and the "Mother of Compassion" appeared at the place of the trial.

Damn, that's strong!
Faced with a true god, and Ron, who is almost godlike,

Despite lacking reason and being severely restricted by division and order, the "Lord of a Thousand Faces" remains incredibly powerful.

Ron quickly reached out and tried to move "Judgment" to avoid harming his teammates.

However, it seems that the Mistress of Compassion had foreseen this all along.
Facing the oncoming giant sword, He did not try to dodge, but instead maintained his gentle and serene demeanor.

Immediately afterwards, her body grew endlessly larger, and she then actively faced the giant sword, allowing the sword of judgment to pierce through her chest.

The black divine blood transformed into black flowers, and the Mistress of Compassion couldn't help but let out a painful groan.

Glug glug glug!!!
But in the next instant, the Thousand-Faced Lord, who had come to the position of the Mistress of Compassion, also let out a painful cry.

Suddenly, His enormous eyeballs seemed to be pierced by something invisible, while the uninjured areas burst into flames.

Large swaths of divine blood rained down, and almost instantly the aura of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions plummeted to rock bottom.

The physical constitutions of gods are all the same.

The Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions, who possesses unpredictable power, is such an extreme deity.
Her physique was ultimately not as strong as that of the mistress of "life".

Is this a curse?

Or some other ability?

For a moment, Ron hesitated whether to strike the Mistress again to finally understand the Lord of a Thousand Faces.

Fortunately, the compassionate matriarch clearly understood his beastly nature.

He slowly pulled the longsword that was stuck in his chest out with his palm, but the raging holy flames that repelled him were suddenly thrown at the eyes of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions.

"Themis, be free now, you won't be so tired anymore!"

The sword light almost transformed into a white beam, piercing through the ganglion tentacles that instinctively tried to stop it, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through the body of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions.

咕噜 咕噜
Despite suffering severe damage, the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions has not perished; instead, he has become increasingly frenzied and chaotic.

He instinctively wanted to unleash divine power and exercise authority to reverse the inevitable demise.

But Ron did not give Him that chance.

Then, another giant sword of judgment descended from the infinite heights, utterly destroying the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions' last resistance.

As the two giant swords clashed, they cleaved the god's body in two. Divine blood spilled out, and not a trace of life remained.

The compassionate matriarch watched this scene calmly, her expression still gentle and serene, revealing an unimaginable tenderness beneath her benevolent demeanor.

He glanced at Ron, concealed Themis's divine form in the darkness, and spoke gently:
"Thank you, Helioper."

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to harm Themis, let alone free her." (End of Chapter)