I'm really a serious wizard.

You punished evil and promoted good, slaying the ancient wizard "Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions" (incomplete) who had lost his reason.

[The "Evil-Slaying Expert" title skill is activated, granting you 2 times the proficiency.]

[Proficiency +84000]

Take less?

8w4!

As the panel refresh notification appeared, Ron's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

He subtly fiddled with his fingers hidden in his sleeve, carefully calculating in his mind how to use up these proficiency points.

Wow, so many! If we want to learn new magic, won't we all have to level them up to the maximum?

If all of it were added to the synchronization rate of divinity...
Just as he thought of this, Ron's incredibly excited mood suddenly became heavy.

Because he discovered that the huge sum of money was not as much as he had imagined.

A proficiency level of 8w4 is only enough to push the synchronization rate of one divine trait to 84%.

Including his inherent "infinity," Ron's body contains a total of seven parts of divinity.

On average, each divine trait only accounts for 12% of proficiency.

To become a god before the end of the world, he would need to invest at least a million.

Ron suddenly felt dizzy.

"I wonder what kind of monsters the other gods are."

He muttered a few disappointed words to himself, then his gaze sharpened.

Killing powerful creatures only increases your proficiency; the real rewards come from the subsequent acquisition of divinity.

Although becoming a demigod and embracing divinity would increase one's burden.

But Ron felt that simply collecting Old Man's gold coins wouldn't be enough to survive the apocalypse.

We must become stronger in a short period of time!

You have come into contact with the fundamental rules of this world.

[You have gained Divinity: Quality (Synchronization Rate 0%)]

质量
What is the use of this?

Does this mean my clothes will never wear out, or that the things I use will be extremely durable?

Compared to the divine qualities of the Holy Light God, such as "judgment" and "justice," the prestige of "quality" doesn't seem very high.

Barely suppressing the urge to complain, Ron looked at the notes below.

[Quality: You will become the god who rules over matter]

Upon seeing this note, Ron was stunned for a moment, then carefully sensed the new divinity within him that had been accepted by the [Infinite].

After a while, he discovered that the divinity of "quality" seemed to be something he could actively control.

It guided a strange force to attach to the right arm.

Ron frowned.
I noticed that the pores on my skin had suddenly shrunk, and my arms felt heavier as a result.
The density of bones, flesh, and cells increased threefold.

Perhaps due to the low synchronization rate, it can only be increased by three times at this stage.

This thing is great! I won't be afraid of getting beaten up anymore!

His heart skipped a beat.

My first thought was that it could become both tall and hard.

If the synchronization rate of "quality" is increased, his body density could probably continue to increase.

At that time, the defense will be enhanced like never before, and your life will be protected in all kinds of environments.

Most importantly, it will also let Olivia, that violent woman, experience what a real man is like.

It is truly an essential item for home and travel.

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After glancing briefly at his spoils, Ron came to his senses, his gaze filled with pity for the giant figure of the mistress.

The enormous hole in His chest cavity is slowly healing, and the raging holy flame has been extinguished by the dark tide.

As darkness gradually receded, what Ron saw was a void world where there was nothing at all.

He glanced around, and with a guess in mind, asked:

"Madam, where is this?"

The battle with the Lord of a Thousand Faces and a Thousand Visions consumed all of Ron's energy.

All they knew was that initially, because the "High Wall" was destroyed, they were drawn into the Deep World by the "Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions".

After being dragged through countless falls, we finally arrived here.

"This is the world that has been rebooted for the first time, and it is on the verge of collapse."

The compassionate matriarch spoke gently.

First reboot.
So that's how it is. Does that mean this is the deepest level of the Deep World?

Is the real apocalypse just beneath this layer of the world?!
Ron's heart sank, and he felt a strange sense of urgency.

It's the end of the world again!

Since joining the Stardust Club,

Whether it's the brain transplant scalpel of the Ancestor family, the temple of the princess, or the Pain Order and the Holy Light Church.

Behind all of these are inextricably linked to the apocalypse.

Ron quickly pressed for details, feeling that the 48,000 skill points he had in his pocket were no longer appealing.

"Madam, what exactly is the end of the world?"

"Will the entire world be destroyed? Will everything turn to nothingness?"

"Is it that life on Earth has come to an end, or is it simply a matter of species extinction?"

These are some of the most common disasters that could be considered apocalyptic.

"neither."

The Mistress of Compassion's eyes flickered slightly, and her gaze toward Ron was filled with pity.

"The end of the world is related to you, Helioper."

I! ?

Ron was completely dumbfounded, feeling utterly bewildered.

He, Griffith, was a truly great man, whose spiritual realm had long surpassed that of a person of utmost sincerity.

Everyone who has met him gives him a thumbs up.

How could you shift the blame onto me?
His inner turmoil was unknown to the compassionate mistress.

The deity spoke in a gentle tone:
"At the end of the Golden Age, the Ten Mystic Masters usurped the authority of the gods."

"Under Helioper's leadership, we helped each other and killed three of the most tyrannical god-kings and their minions."

“We intended to use our authority and power to provide shelter for human beings and non-divine races, so that their brothers and sisters would not be slaves for generations.”

"But... the remaining three god-kings did not approve and launched a massacre."

I understand that; your perspective is determined by your position.

Ron nodded thoughtfully.

Gods are gods because they are naturally transcendent, have long lives, and are beyond human control; humans can only look up to them.

The Mystic Ten, a group of mages more ferocious than livestock, set a good example.

Not only did they kill three leaders, but it seems they also killed quite a few weaker, lesser deities.

This is not to say that the Ten Secret Techniques did something wrong under the circumstances at the time.

The real issue is that no one can guarantee that similar things won't happen again in the future.

Even if each of the God-Kings is more powerful than the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions.

But what about the remaining demigods who possess only one or two divine attributes?
Who can guarantee that other human mages won't follow the example of the Ten Secret Techniques?
Rather than allowing other races that were originally slaves to rise to power, it's better to take advantage of these guys before they've established themselves and bring them back to their original state.

This not only avoids risks but also allows them to inherit the legacy of the other three unfortunate god-kings.

"So... that's how the original world was destroyed?"

Ron interjected.

Upon hearing this, the compassionate matriarch simply shook her head slightly.

"We suffered a crushing defeat in that war."

"Two-thirds of the population were even massacred."

"Of the ten people who practiced this secret technique, two perished because of it."

It seems those god-kings weren't just good for nothing...

"and after?"

Ron frowned.

"Human mages and warriors are no match for those demigods and their kin."

“We were cornered, but Helioper came up with a solution.”

"He gathered everyone together, wanting to absorb more divinity, and with His innate talent, to forge it into His own body."

Ron glanced at the eight divine traits displayed on the panel and a question mark slowly appeared in his mind.

How similar it is at this moment.

"You should have already noticed that whether it is me or other gods, there is more or less balance in divinity."

"While this allows us to retain our humanity, it also means losing some important authority."

"At that time, Helioper abandoned too many things that represented his essence in order to accommodate more."

At this point, the Mistress of Compassion paused.

"This is also your origin, Helioper."

What is the origin of me?

It seems your relationship wasn't very good back then, and you mistook someone for someone else without even realizing it.

Ron's lips twitched, but he chose not to argue.

"For the gods, divinity represents the essence of power. When Helioper perfectly merges with the eighth divine quality..."

"He seems to have transcended another boundary, becoming the cornerstone of the entire world, endlessly tearing and absorbing divine qualities, never able to stop."

"It's an unimaginable posture; nothing with a divine quality can avoid merging with it."

"The gods were forged into His body along with their flesh and blood, and even the God King could not escape."

The Mistress of Compassion paused, her gentle voice, which had never changed, now tinged with sadness.

"The world collapsed at that moment, with many divinities mingling and clashing with each other, but were firmly controlled by Heliope, who became the cornerstone."

"He is chaotic, and with him, the underlying logic of the entire world is also thrown into chaos."

"Therefore, the remaining people of us could only gather the remnants of our race and create a hidden space."

The voice of the "Mother of Compassion" stopped there, and she just stared blankly down below.

The blood-red moon-like eyes seemed to pierce through time and space, revealing the original world, now ravaged and devastated.

As for the rest, Ron could figure it out even with his ass.

Escape will eventually lead to being caught up, so the only option is to find another way, creating a so-called major reboot to isolate the impact.

The "Temple" is a product of later developments, accumulated through repeated restarts.

As a result, the "Temple" can no longer be restarted.
His thoughts raced, and he suddenly realized a serious problem.

"Wait, you mean we're ultimately facing a terrifying being who's almost invincible, the 'cornerstone' of the entire world?"

"It's not us, it's you."

The mistress was surprisingly self-righteous.

Why! ?
Upon hearing this, Ron almost laughed out of anger.

“You are the essence that Heliope lost. If you can awaken Him, perhaps the end times can be avoided.”

"What if we can't wake them up?"

The compassionate mistress did not answer, but looked at Ron with eyes full of pity.

There is no hope, just wait to die!
"In the many restarts, we tried many methods and encountered many setbacks. Some colleagues paid the price and left me."

"I have witnessed the world being born and destroyed far too many times; this is the last chance."

"Go, find Him, awaken Him before the end of the world."

The voice of the mistress gradually faded away and disappeared into the void world that was restarting for the first time.

He seemed unconcerned about the so-called end times, always giving Ron a forward-thinking mindset of "live if you can, die if you can't."

Damn, what kind of people are these?
Ron stroked his chin, looking troubled.

It doesn't matter if others don't want to live, but he does want to live.

Sigh, there's never a moment's rest, so is there nothing we can do but wait to die?

Facing the incomplete Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions nearly cost him his life.

And now there is another terrifying being that surpasses even gods and has become a cornerstone...

After learning a rough outline of the apocalypse from the Mistress of Mercy, Ron returned to Sky Castle.

"Is everything resolved?"

Upon seeing him, Olivia asked in a complicated tone.

How long ago was it that this subordinate, who always relied on her, had grown to this level?

It's only been a little over six months...

As the president of the Stardust Society, he was actually overtaken by his subordinates.

Olivia felt a mix of emotions.

"Yes, it's resolved. I have inherited the legacy of the Holy Light Elder, uh, the Holy Light God."

Ron composed himself and answered in a relaxed manner.

"I see~" The black-haired woman raised an eyebrow, "Then now you..."

She wanted to ask what your current skill level is, or if you're itching to try something.

But before he could finish speaking, Ron's eyes lit up and he spoke first:
"That's right, what I need most right now is a reward!"

However, seemingly sensing Vivian's disdainful look, Ron shamelessly explained:
"President, I have suffered extremely serious injuries and have been cursed by the Lord of a Thousand Faces."

"If their needs are not met, they will die suddenly."

Do you think I'm a three-year-old?

Olivia's forehead was covered in tic-tac-toe marks.

Ron is still the same Ron.

Although he has become stronger, he is still a despicable thing.

She suddenly swung her fist, intending to carry out her usual workplace bullying.

Unexpectedly, Ron slightly tilted his shoulder and dodged the swift attack.

At the same time, he formed his hand into a claw and gripped Olivia's wrist.

"Hmph, that's pretty impressive~"

The black-haired woman raised an eyebrow and clenched her right fist, striking Ron's abdomen with a sudden blow.

Upon seeing this, the blond boy instinctively wanted to dodge.

But her right hand, which was gripping Olivia's wrist, couldn't move an inch; it was held firmly by her.

boom--

Σ_(」∠) Ugh

The immense force nearly made Ron spit out a mouthful of blood.

This violent woman...

The blond boy lay on the ground, watching helplessly as the student council president, like a queen, arrogantly stepped on his chest with her thigh-high boots.

This... this could be the reward!
At this point, Vivian, who had been watching from the sidelines, could no longer bear to watch.

Fearing that Ron might do as he said and aim the py at the heel of the boot.

"Um, could we leave here first?"

She raised her hand with trepidation.

The slightly awkward atmosphere shattered abruptly, and Olivia blushed slightly as she awkwardly scratched her head.

"Vivian, how are you? Are you hurt?"

The president tried to change the subject.

"No injuries, just..."

She meant to say that Jasmine had likely died at the hands of the evil god.

But then, thinking of the trouble he had caused Ron, he abruptly shut his mouth.

Sigh... Jasmine is always someone who values ​​fame over life.

Now she has fulfilled her dream. Inventors throughout the Federation will surely remember her, and she might even appear on the same monument as Chrisel...

For a moment, the vampire girl didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

After gathering her thoughts briefly, she calmly said:
“Miss Olivia, Mr. Ron, I can dream too.”

“I could sense everything happening in the outside world before, but because I couldn’t wake up from the dream, I could only force myself to stay awake until the dream ended.”

A dream!

Upon hearing this, Ron jumped to his feet.

Could it be that Verex is dead?
its not right!
Precognitive dreams... Precognitive dreams, this must be related to the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions.

Even the precognitive dreams passed down through generations of the Moon Shadow Clan may very well be related to Him!
"What kind of dream was it? Was it also an apocalypse like Verex's?"

Upon hearing this, Vivian shook her head slightly and looked at Ron with a strange expression.

"It's about the apocalypse, and it's about one person."

"We all know this person..." (End of Chapter)