I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 314 Eat My Bites the Dust! (Two Chapters Combined)

First, Ron must clarify that he is a person who has transcended vulgar tastes.

Asking for such private items is purely for the purpose of reminiscing about loved ones and releasing the melancholy of separation.

"President, you don't want me to fall for someone else, do you?"

Faced with such a threat that could hardly be called a threat, Olivia's raised arm suddenly stopped in mid-air.

She knew how much of a womanizer Ron was.

"Lulu lu, all you know is lu!"

"You're going to die!"

Olivia glared fiercely at Ron with her beautiful fox-like eyes, and almost ground her teeth to powder.

Her face flushed red, and she ran a long way like the wind in her boots, then enveloped her body in flames, rustling for a while before returning to Ron's side.

Meeting the blond boy's gaze, which was both innocent and naive, calm yet restless, Olivia earnestly advised him:
"Ron, it's not that the president won't give it to you, nor that he won't let you play LOL."

"You should be more restrained at such a young age."

The president's teachings flowed in my heart.

Ron, shameless as ever, stuffed the exquisite black and red fabric he had begged for into his pocket.

As he rubbed his fingers together slightly, he felt Olivia's body temperature, and he could vaguely smell the scent of peaches again.

Ron thought for a moment, then moved closer to the president, looking expectant, and said:

"Guild Master, can you grant it immortality?"

"You bastard, don't go too far!"

Seeing that Olivia was on the verge of losing control, Ron immediately put some distance between them and patted his chest, saying:

"Don't worry, President. I'll just take it out and look at it whenever I miss you."

You don't need to do this!
The dark-haired woman took a deep breath, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to refuse Ron.

After all, this was the only thing she could do for him.

This, perhaps, is love.

"Ms. Fiona, I'm ready!"

Ron patted his pocket and greeted them without any sign of worry.

Hearing his shout, Fiona, who was some distance away, glanced at him and said in a neutral tone:
"It may sound discouraging, but I really didn't expect you to succeed."

"Based on my years of observation, there is only one person in the whole world who can accomplish this arduous task."

There are actually experts?

"who is it?"

Ron asked curiously.

"Is that even a question? Of course it's Grandma!" Fiona rolled her eyes. "If you successfully travel to the Golden Age and don't appear in reality to save us the next moment, then every single one of us will die."

"Hmm...but with that deity around, maybe we can hold on for a few more minutes."

Fiona paused at this point.

"Young master, please don't die! Grandma wants to live a few more years!"

Seeing this, Olivia offered sincere advice.

"Ron, when you get back, make sure you play less LOL and do more serious work."

As for the Mistress of Compassion, she stared at Ron for a moment with a deep gaze, and then said frankly:
"Don't try to change the past, or you will lose your way and won't be able to find your way back."

As the glittering lights gathered, Fiona's translucent body shone with dazzling starlight.

Within this light, there seems to be a universe, or perhaps a corresponding past, which is neither clear nor knowable.

In the dark and empty world, a golden gate with shimmering starlight and a heavy historical aura suddenly appeared before Ron.

He squinted and looked closely.

[Mystery], [History], [Stars], [Omniscient], [Perfect], [Creation]

A series of divine essences were imprinted in Ron's mind and etched into his memory.

Fiona is indeed proud and arrogant, and she has the right to be.

If she hadn't been unable to become a god, her achievements would likely have been far more than that.

"Junior, get ready, the door is about to open."

"You all get ready, we're about to enter the history of the original world!"

She turned her head, her pale purple eyes looking at the two people behind Ron.

After receiving a nod of confirmation, Fiona stomped her right foot, stomping hard on the air.

slam-la-

The sound of shattering glass rang out, and the world barrier, as thin as a cicada's wing, was shattered by her foot.

Suddenly, Ron felt his body plummeting downwards, as if he were emerging from the seabed.
The entire dark and void world suddenly vanished, replaced by a vast and chaotic wasteland.

A relentless sandstorm, teeming with poisonous insects, blanketed the land. The air was so thick that Ron felt a sharp burning pain in his lungs with just one breath, as if flames were burning within them.

In addition, an even stronger sense of loneliness, despair, and distorted mental confusion welled up inside me.

It made him extremely irritable, and he wished he could tear everything in front of him apart.

Time has no meaning at this moment; the silence is so profound that it evokes an endless sense of despair.

"Be careful, the rules here are chaotic, and your mind and body will also become chaotic. Even gods cannot endure it for long!"

Fiona raised her hand and waved it lightly, and the group suddenly stopped falling and hovered in mid-air.

Just then, an unintelligible roar rang in Ron and the others' ears.

"Oh no, get out of here!"

Without needing her reminder, the Mistress of Mercy immediately shrouded the surrounding space in darkness, attempting to hide everything in secret.

However, in the next moment...

Ron suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet spin, and he and the others crashed into a center.

It felt like the Earth was revolving around the sun. In essence, Ron and his companions weren't moving; rather, the entire world was dragging them along.

suddenly.

The darkness was forcibly torn apart by countless hands of different races.

An oppressive, terrifying, and chilling atmosphere spread.

Ron's expression changed drastically. He felt as if he, a demigod, had become a weak and helpless chick facing a giant eagle swooping down from the sky.

A faint light shone forth, illuminating the filth and decay that resembled black mud.

However, Ron did not feel any joy.

Because the "foundation" is right in front of us.

It was a god composed of countless twisted black lines and the limbs of various races.

Countless arms and legs with different divine radiances grew from its torso, and more than a dozen organs resembling lungs and hearts were attached to it, floating in mid-air.

He doesn't give off an evil vibe; instead, he possesses a strange perfection, without the slightest flaw, just like the entirety of the world's rules.

But strangely enough, Ron also felt an overwhelming sense of chaos, stemming from fundamental errors, an incomprehensible patchwork, and a greed that terrified him.

The outstretched arm gently stroked Ron's face, as if it would twist his head off at any moment.

"Damn! Our target is too big!"

Fiona shouted anxiously, her forehead already soaked with sweat.

As soon as she finished speaking, endless starlight suddenly burst forth in the infinite distance of the vast wasteland.

This light was like the rays produced at the beginning of the universe, instantly erupting into a star field in the sky.

Under the cover of this tranquil star field, the chaotic and distorted world gradually returned to order.

The alternation of the moon and the sun gave rise to the concepts of the four seasons and calendar.

The next moment, Ron felt the hand gripping his chin loosen. "Foundation Stone," or rather Helioper, "stared" for a moment, then instinctively raised an arm.

Although He is extremely far from Fiona's original location and is full of logical contradictions, He cannot be reached in a normal sense.

But as long as you have an "idea", things will work out.

Fiona's neck was being tightly gripped, and she couldn't break free even from a distance.

The divinity was gradually reclaimed by the owner of the palm, along with her spirit, life, and everything else.

"Now's the time, you guys need to increase the distance between yourselves."

Fiona, who was maintaining the golden gate, shouted anxiously, while using her last bit of strength to connect with the history of the original world.

The guild leader understood immediately, instantly traversing a vast distance across an entire continent, combining the six divine attributes within his body, and once again encasing his body in the wrecked armor.

But in the next instant, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and fell into a state of suffocation, unable to breathe normally at all.

No, I don't need to breathe at all right now!
A burning pain shot through her lungs, and her brain felt dizzy from lack of oxygen. Olivia could feel her life rapidly fading away.

If it weren't for the guarantee of "immortality," he would probably be dead by now.

Even so, she still felt her life slipping away little by little, and that it wouldn't be long before she turned into a cold corpse.

Whatever you set your mind to, you will eventually achieve.

The “foundation” is chaotic, a deity pieced together from numerous spirits and errors, exceeding everyone’s expectations.

Dealing with one god and two demigods who are almost godlike is a piece of cake.

"President!"

Upon seeing the black-haired woman in danger, Ron gritted his teeth.

He pressed his palm to his brow, drawing out multicolored divine light and transforming it into a longsword, which he then hurled with all his might.

boom--

Amidst a deafening shattering sound, the longsword, imbued with order and justice, pierced Olivia's palm in an instant.

That is the legacy left by the Holy Light Elder, and it is also the key to the Holy Light Kingdom.

Olivia, who was suffocating and on the verge of death with her vision going black, suddenly opened her eyes as if she had just woken up from a nightmare.

In Ron's view, Olivia was the weakest person on the battlefield besides himself.

Needless to say, the Compassionate Mother has her own methods as a deity.

Fiona has survived here for nearly a thousand years, so she must have some means to get rid of the "foundation".

In comparison, Olivia is clearly at a disadvantage.

Anyway, we can't use the gold coins from the God Kingdom and Old Deng after going back to the past, so we might as well leave them here!

The radiant light of a godless divinity seems to suit the tastes of a "foundation stone" more than that of a god-given divinity.

The world turned once more, and the golden longsword, along with Olivia, reappeared beside the "Foundation".

At this moment, even the battle-hardened president couldn't help but twitch.

Without a second thought, she imbued the golden longsword with an unstoppable "power," "defining" it as an inescapable judgment, and plunged it fiercely into the "foundation stone's" chest cavity.

The deity, composed of limbs, suddenly stopped moving, staring intently at Olivia, as if it had encountered a familiar person and seen a familiar past, displaying a somewhat human-like blankness.

Just at this critical moment, Ron suddenly heard Fiona, who was doing her utmost to maintain the golden gate, shout in surprise:

"I've found that history!"

The next instant, her translucent body suddenly disintegrated, leaving only her last words.

"Quickly, the rest is up to you."

Without hesitation or wasting time, Ron seized the moment and yanked open the golden door.

This wasn't the first time he had been so capable of traveling through time and reviewing history.

Unlike last time when "Squint" used the power of logic to travel back to the past through the deeper world, this time he is truly going against the current.

Inside the golden gate lies a highly abstract world.

History is depicted as a series of murals, arranged from far to near.

However, much of the world's history was originally gray, with murals of different styles and worlds displayed on it.

These abstract murals, arranged above, stand side by side with the gray murals, stretching to the far distance before a branch can be seen.

That was the first time in history that the world restarted!

Ron understood immediately, quickened his pace, and sprinted at breakneck speed, almost transforming into a beam of light.

He traversed brilliant magical civilizations, transcended the history of the emergence of magic, leaped across kingdoms and worlds, and wrote epic tales step by step.

Finally, the historical moment was drawing ever closer, and Ron was only a few steps away.

But just then, Ron's footsteps faltered as he felt a violent tremor emanating from the mural corridor.

He instinctively turned around and saw countless arms emerging from various gray historical junctures.
Ron's ankles were grabbed, his hair was grabbed, and even his arms and legs were grabbed.

Countless arms tugged at his clothes, flesh and spirit trying to pull him back to his original world.

At that moment, Ron's body involuntarily retreated rapidly, being pulled and passed around by arms.

Hey!
He struggled desperately, and his body's mass increased exponentially. Soon, the enormous mass caused a reversal of gravity, and a distortion and acceleration of spacetime.

The divine light of [Infinity] shone brightly, freeing his body from the limitations of logic, transcending time and space.

Even so, those arms still held him tightly, only the pulling speed slowed down a bit.

Damn it, am I really going to die here?
At this moment, even Ron, with his optimistic spirit, couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

However, giving up easily is not his motto in life.

"Holy Light Healing Technique!"

"unlimited!"

Holy light and magic surged within him, and his entire body radiated light.

Unlike his usual spells, this time he used [Infinity] in an attempt to break through the limitations of magic.

1000% pain won't kill you, but I'll give you 10,000% or 100,000%!
Of course, since the synchronization rate is currently only 60%, he cannot make magic completely transcend logic; there are limits even when restrictions are lifted.

Under the renewed radiance, the arms that emerged from the gray history lay still, twitching and flailing as if suffering unbearable agony.

However, they still clung tightly to Ron, seemingly unwilling to let go even if it hurt them to death!

What grudge or hatred could there be?

Ron's heart sank, but he didn't give up. He quickly thought of what other magic could work in this situation.

Transformation magic, transform me into a god?
With a thought in his mind, he began to try.

Unfortunately, the divinity of "infinity" cannot support the transformation technique in breaking this logic.

Calling in a large truck?

Before even trying, Ron gave up on the option.

Because he was strictly restricted, he could not meet the condition of getting on the bus.

In a flash of inspiration, Ron's eyes lit up.

Yes, a teleportation spell that can transport you to an absolutely safe location!

This magic has helped him avert crises many times. Although it teleports his helpers, it might be able to teleport him to an absolutely safe location if the helpers are no match for him.

Within the passageways of the historical murals, the only truly safe place is the past.

"Teleportation!"

"unlimited!"

In an instant, the limits of teleportation were broken, no longer confined to the realm of space and distance.

Ron's magic power was being consumed rapidly, causing overlapping streaks of light and shadow to flash.

The next moment.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw an altar and humans kneeling around him in worship.

I did it!?
(End of this chapter)