I'm really a serious wizard.

This is the only way!
The slightly cold voice, devoid of joy or sorrow, articulated the ruthless truth.

Go back to the past, change history, and rule for eternity.
The handsome young man stood frozen in place, his heart skipping a beat.

"No, I don't agree!"

He rubbed his hair impatiently, and his usually gentle and warm tone was unusually tinged with anger.

Changing the source means the world won't restart.

The world will not restart, which means that the current continent of Oran will not exist.

If the continent of Oran does not appear, then the guild leader and everyone he knows, everything he knows, and all the hardships he has experienced will become phantom memories in his mind.

Ron is unique, but the others aren't.

"Madam, please don't joke like that!" The blond boy's expression was unusually serious.

"Ron, I'm not joking. If there's another way..."

Fiona hesitated, seemingly anticipating his reaction.

She paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued:

"The apocalypse is impossible to defeat; logically speaking, the high wall should have collapsed a thousand years ago."

"But the temple's restart mechanism bought us time."

"And now."

As she spoke, Fiona looked up to the infinite heights, as if she could see that crumbling wall.

"The high walls won't hold for long now; maybe in the next moment, maybe in a few months."

"We don't have much time."

"That's not OK!"

Ron was resolute.

Are you kidding me? How could I possibly agree to something like that?!
The price to be paid was too high; just thinking about it made Ron instinctively feel disgusted.

But at this moment,
He suddenly felt a warm and strong hand rest on his shoulder.

Ron's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Olivia.

"President, you..."

As the black-haired woman's amber eyes flickered, the expression on her face gradually became somewhat complicated.

“Ron, that is indeed a good idea.”

“Your talent is excellent, and even if you became a god, you wouldn’t be able to cope with the apocalypse in just a few months.”

“I don’t know why you possess the unique qualities of a god, but we shouldn’t waste them.”

President, what are you saying?

"Olivia, do you want to die? Have you thought about what will happen to me?"

"I will absolutely not agree to such a terrible idea!"

The handsome blond boy grabbed the president's wrist, his back teeth clenched, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his azure eyes.

That despicable woman, doesn't she have any idea who's on top and who's on the bottom?

"It can't be that bad," Olivia said, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Why not?"

"I'm asking you, do you want to die?!"

That despicable thing.
Now they dare to yell at their mother like that!?

Hearing this, Olivia was furious, feeling that her dignity had been offended, so she glared at Ron fiercely.

Suddenly, a thought struck her, and as if realizing something, she immediately shouted:
"Ron, you're not thinking of changing history and killing me off, are you?!"

Is not it?
Upon hearing this, Ron suddenly realized something, his eyes flickered uncertainly, and he immediately wilted.

It’s true!

The president scratched her head in frustration, knowing that Ron, that dangerous individual, had ultimately gone astray.

"Ron, you have great talent. Do you think it's possible for you to go back in time, train hard, and become strong enough to come back and save the guild leader?"

"You can't take shortcuts with this!"

At this moment, Grandma Fiona seemed to realize what was happening and immediately grabbed Ron by the collar, saying incredulously:

"Hey, junior, you don't really think that, do you!?"

"Grandma has treated you well, how could you have such dangerous thoughts?"

"Change history so that none of us exist, God! Grandma, I want to live for thousands and thousands more years, I don't want to die!"

Faced with the two women's disapproving looks, Ron lowered his head in shame, silently refuting their claims in his heart.

Is this my fault for overthinking?
It's all because you put on that horrible, self-sacrificing act!

For a moment, he felt that his heartfelt expression had been like casting pearls before swine.

"What if, I mean, what if I still can't defeat the apocalypse in the end?"

"Then let's die together, but before we die, I'll definitely beat you up."

Olivia grabbed Ron's cheek, her words tinged with resentment.

"If you can't beat them, then there's nothing we can do. We can only wait to die together."

"Finally, a mass extinction will occur, and the world will descend into endless chaos."

Fiona sighed deeply, feeling no moral qualms whatsoever.

Ron can change the past, so he can certainly save the world.

But the price is that they all disappear, as if they never existed. What's the point of saving the world then?
As for the savior who has compassion for all living beings, loses everything, and sacrifices himself to illuminate others?

Don't be ridiculous, that's a comedic character that only appears in fairy tales.

You guys are so realistic.
Ron understood.

However, it was this reality that made him feel deeply gratified.

"Okay, I agree."

The blond boy nodded solemnly.

As for whether he could eventually become even stronger, Ron had no worries whatsoever.

He has absolute confidence in his talent.

Are you really sure?

“Once you go back, it won’t be like last time where you could just come and go as you pleased. In other words, you’ll have to go through a long period of time and go through countless world restarts before you can possibly wait for us.”

Fiona's tone was more somber than ever before.

Ron glanced at Olivia beside him and said in a deliberately casual tone:

"When do we start?"

That's a good question.
The arrogant senior nodded slightly, his lips moving slightly.

"Now, the sooner the better."

“My true form is being chased by the ‘foundation’ below. If it weren’t for the fact that the remains of the God-King could isolate the divine aura, I would probably have become an empty shell long ago.”

"Even so, my power is rapidly diminishing. If you want me to help you, hurry up!"

So suddenly?

"Don't we have any other help?"

Ron was taken aback, feeling that he wasn't quite ready.

Upon hearing this, Fiona smiled helplessly.

"Who else can we turn to? A legend?"

"If I had help, would I have ended up in this situation?"

"I've waited for over a thousand years, and now you two are barely passable."

This is not because Fiona is arrogant or haughty.

Without divine power, there is no way to confront the "foundation".

Genshin Impact, however, is precisely a boundary.

No matter what, they can always withstand one or two blows and won't be instantly killed.

Huh, really?

You're mistaken. I do have another helper, a very powerful one.
-

[The Chosen One with Compassion]

The title above his head changed again; Ron didn't need to look for it at all.

As if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, the compassionate matriarch immediately turned her gaze over.

"What is it?" A gentle voice sounded from behind the group.

Fiona's pale purple eyes swept over it, then she slapped her forehead.

A wise man will make a mistake every time he thinks.

How could I have forgotten Him!

A true god, perhaps the last god remaining in this world.

Olivia's amber eyes lit up.

My initial uncertainty suddenly gave me more confidence.

However, her only worry was whether she would be refused when she asked the Mistress of Mercy for help.

Ron seems to have a pretty good relationship with Him; at worst, he can just sell himself again.

If that's not enough, you can add my mother too!
The black-haired woman nodded to herself, her amber eyes flashing.

"Madam, we need your help."

Ron's gaze was sincere, but he was somewhat apprehensive.

The Miserable Mother is a god who lived through the Golden Age; for Her, directly changing the past seems more advantageous.

He gave a rough outline of the plan.

To Ron's surprise, the mistress neither nodded nor shook her head, but simply said gently:

"The chances are slim, but it's worth a try."

He paused, his blood-moon-like eyes looking tenderly at Ron.

"Countless restarts have also brought countless opportunities."

"The founders of the Temple and the Mage Association once tried this method."

"The geniuses who traveled back in time did not achieve the goal of surpassing the gods, nor did they survive the long passage of time to reach the corresponding point in time. They failed, and even lost their lives for it."

It turns out that someone had already tried this.
Ron felt a sudden heaviness in his heart.

However, compared to awakening the "foundation" and completing His essence, this method seems more reliable for Ron.

"Madam, would you be willing to offer your help?"

"Of course, but you might need this."

The "Mother of Compassion" nodded slightly, then raised her hand and summoned a patch of darkness.

In the darkness, the enormous eye and ganglion tentacles, cut in half, gradually revealed their form.

The abstract, geometric-like divine qualities suddenly burst forth, but were immediately grasped in the palm of a soft, boneless hand.

The matriarch did not look at Ron, but instead focused her gaze on Olivia.

"This is 'number' and 'definition,' so let's accept it."

"They can help you briefly push your limits and sustain that for longer periods of time."

"why?"

The president stood there, stunned, and frowned as he explained:
"What I mean is, wouldn't it be better to give it to him?"

As she spoke, Olivia tilted her head in Ron's direction.

"Divine Oneness."

“The ‘numbers’ and ‘definitions’ of the past already have owners. Since they have not reached the level of gods, their divinity will temporarily disappear.”

"There's no way to take it back."

what?
It can still be like this!

In other words, can we no longer use the gold coins dropped by the Holy Light Elder?

What about the divinity provided by that panel?

Ron rubbed his teeth, feeling that his future was bleak.

-

Olivia's talent is undeniable, even surpassing that of Ron, who is practically cheating.

She didn't mince words; she spent five days forging the divine qualities of the lost master into her flesh and blood.

Immortality, Power, Wisdom, Enlightenment, Definition, Number.

The divine qualities from three different realms converged, seemingly achieving a kind of perfect harmony.

That works too. How are power and wisdom integrated? And how do the definitions and numbers that lean towards matter connect with wisdom?

Will this violent woman be called the Goddess of Wisdom and Strength from now on?
Ron couldn't help but complain.

As for Fiona, she was as devastated as ever, letting out a series of heartfelt sighs.

"Damn it, little Olivia, slow down! Please stop trying!"

"Grandma, it took me ten days to accommodate one kind of divinity. How come you've almost finished accommodating two kinds in just five days?"

"Woooooooo..."

Ron couldn't bear to look at such a pathetic creature.

It seems that both the clone and the original are the same thing...

This guy is hopeless!
As for the Mistress of Mercy, this deity appears much more rational.

But seeing Olivia's absurd act of forcibly combining numerous divine entities into one, her eyelids twitched, and she then said gently:

“You are the goddess of truth.”

Does your so-called truth also include physics?
At this point, let's avoid these formalities!

Ron felt helpless.

"I'm ready."

After silently assessing her physical condition, Olivia nodded emphatically to Ron.

Her grasp of divinity has improved considerably.

Olivia was already used to this innate talent.

"In that case, let's not delay any longer and begin."

Fiona glanced around at everyone, and seeing that Ron had no objections, she raised her hand and summoned a dazzling array of starlight.

"Wait, there's one last thing!"

Ron interrupted Fiona, his blue eyes fixed on the president.

It's unclear how long this journey will take.

For Olivia, it could be a fleeting moment, or it could mean Ron never will ever appear again.

As for Ron, he would have to endure an endless number of years.

Ron has always been dismissive of love.

All he knew was that he would not see the person he cared about most for many years after this departure.

Thinking of this, Ron wrapped his arms around the black-haired woman's supple waist.

Ugh ╯^╰, what a nuisance!

Upon witnessing this scene, Fiona, who had been single her whole life, twisted her face in disgust. Unable to bear the stench, she covered her face and fled into the distance.

The Mistress of Mercy, however, looked at Ron with a serious expression, as if facing a formidable enemy, and did not choose to avoid him.

"President...I, I..."

Ron's lips trembled, his usual shrewdness completely gone.

Looking at the delicate and adorable boy holding her in her arms, Olivia felt her heart melt.

She admitted that she liked Ron because he was just too good-looking.

But more than anything, it's because I feel this guy suits my temperament.

I recalled Elena's experiences and the love stories I heard as a child.

Before a loved one leaves, they will always do something.

Does he want a passionate kiss?
Or perhaps a light and lively dance?
Do you still want to do that kind of thing?

Thinking of this, the slender, black-haired woman's face suddenly flushed red, and she made up her mind.

Let's just consider it... let's just consider it a bargain for this guy!

She gently kissed Ron's blond hair, her tone more tender than ever before.

"Ron, whatever you want, I'll give it to you..."

"Really!?"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a face full of surprise:
"President, you've been wearing the same underwear and boots for ten days straight..."

Get the hell out of here! (End of Chapter)