I'm really a serious wizard.

"Talking is indeed a good way to solve problems."

pat-

With a snap of his fingers, Ron withdrew his magic and stopped the Holy Light Healing spell.

He returned to the campfire, sat down, and picked up the soup bowl that was placed to the side.

Wisps of smoke rose up.

The soup was still hot!

This harvest was completely beyond Ron's expectations.

With 16,000 proficiency points and four divine traits,
This is enough to push the synchronization rate of an infinite number to a height of 88%.

While Ron won't keep all of the remaining divine traits, using them for trades or giving them to others to continue grinding proficiency is a good option.

The tense atmosphere suddenly eased.
Ron pretended not to recognize the dark-haired woman and stepped forward politely, saying:
"So you're the niece that Brother Hakata always mentions. It's an honor to meet you."

He believes that in primitive society, this blood-is-thicker-than-water kinship was the best way to bring people closer together.

Helioper's eyes narrowed upon hearing this.

Clearly, she did not agree with Ron's idea.

Recalling the disastrous failure of his confidently planned scheme, Helioper felt an indescribable sense of frustration.

From childhood to adulthood, her predictions have never been wrong.

His IQ far surpasses that of his peers, and even that of ordinary people.

But this time, her common sense and schemes, when applied to Ron, were like throwing stones into a bottomless abyss, receiving no feedback whatsoever.

This person is so despicable, I suddenly don't really want to talk about it anymore.
"Ha, if that's the topic you want to discuss, I don't think it's necessary."

Helioper put on a stern face and adopted an indifferent posture.

Ron was greatly surprised to see this.

He thought that this woman, who looked very much like the chairman, would rush over and punch him.

Sigh... President, oh president...

You were clearly wise and brave in this era, so how come you were weakened after being reincarnated and only have bravery left?
To be honest, Ron doesn't intend to get too involved in the group of the Ten Arcane Masters.

However, to become stronger, he had to hunt down some powerful demigods in order to obtain divine traits that suited him and, incidentally, gain valuable proficiency.

But this leads to a problem.

The demigods of this era are organized and disciplined. If Ron had hunted too many, it's obvious he would have been hunted down by the divine forces.

Given this, the ten members of the secret technique had to become his primary target.

The best approach is to maintain cooperation without going too far and thus avoiding altering history.

With a general plan in mind, Ron looked at Helioper, who was also sitting by the fire, and Estella, who was huddled behind her.

He instantly realized what was happening and said frankly, "It seems I've been caught in a conspiracy?"

"No, it should be you who ruined our hunting plans."

The black-haired woman, resembling the president, gently shook her head, then a knowing glint flashed in her amber eyes as she said:

"I bet you're hunting down those demigods because you probably want to become a true god, right?"

"However, it seems you still have a long way to go."

“We can definitely cooperate with each other.”

"How do we cooperate?" Ron asked curiously.

"Give me all the divine qualities you possess. I have several brothers who, once they become gods, can help you acquire suitable divine qualities and then assist you in becoming a god as well?"

“You should know that suitable divine qualities are very rare, and most of them are in the hands of powerful gods.”

"How about it, do you want to think about it?"

Upon hearing this, Ron's lips twitched.

You really think I'm a three-year-old?
“No need.” Ron shrugged. “I think with my talent and hard work, it’s only a matter of time.”

"Oh dear~ Having too many divine attributes is a problem. What should I do?"

"Or should we just throw them all away?"

Bah, you slut!

Helioper's eyelids twitched as he re-examined Ron.

"You don't seem to intend to accept the divinity of light?"

"Give it to your mother."

?

What, are you really going to insist on this?

Meeting Ron's unwavering gaze, Helioper added:

"I can give you anything you want."

is it?

Will you give me your old clothes if I want them?

Of course, Ron only thought this in his mind and was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

He pondered for a moment, then his eyes swept over Estella, who was cowering behind Helioper, and his gaze suddenly lit up.

"My request is simple: you must take me with you when you plan to assassinate Selene."

How did he know I was going to assassinate Selene?!

Helioper's heart skipped a beat.

This top-secret plan was known only to a few people.

How did Ron, an outsider, know this?

"Why?" the black-haired woman asked, her brows furrowed, her gaze sharp as lightning.

“It’s very simple. The God of Life has many offspring. I’m going to kill them all.”

Ron simply couldn't fathom just how enormous that level of proficiency was.

He had to express his gratitude to the wife for her contribution.

What a cruel guy.
Hearing these chilling words, Estella felt a coldness creep into her heart.

Images of his brothers and sisters having their heads brutally crushed by Ron involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Suddenly, she felt Helioper pat her arm, and a new message appeared in her mind.

With a quick thought, Estella regained her composure and said in a deep voice:

"The offspring of the God-King of Life are countless, but only twenty-one of them possess divinity."

In other words, besides you, there are 15 other demigods?
Ron's eyes lit up, and then he heard Helioper say from the side:
"We do not intend to assassinate Selene at this time."

“You have disrupted our plans, and the God of Life may have noticed something amiss.”

"The next plan is to retreat with the Blackrock Tribe and quietly wait for the next opportunity."

real or fake?

Upon hearing this, Ron suddenly felt that the chicken soup in his bowl no longer tasted good.

Does this count as changing history?
He pondered for a long time, feeling that something was amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Seeing this, Estella kept a straight face and changed the subject:

"However, with you in the mix, it's not impossible for us to continue our operation."

"There is a way that has the best of both worlds, one that meets your requirements and helps the plan go smoothly."

"What method?" Ron asked quickly.

Estella's expression twisted for a moment, but she managed to maintain her composure.

"You, you go and seduce the God of Life, and try to delay as much time as possible when you make peace with Him."

"I know my immoral mother; she was cold and heartless, and didn't care about her so-called children at all."

"I mean in front of men."

"And she prefers virgins who are both strong and handsome."

Hey, what does "virgin" even mean?!
What kind of crazy idea is this? You want me to cheat on your dad? Your family is a mess!

The blond boy was terrified and immediately shouted:
“Ms. Estella, there’s a limit to how much you can joke around.”

"Let's not even talk about whether I can handle it or not. Even if I could, how could I achieve my goal?"

It's impossible to work for free.

When it comes to gaining proficiency, no one can help you.

Upon hearing this, Estella glanced at Helioper, who was trying not to laugh, and said frankly:
"Don't worry about that, I have my own way of handling it."

"The only question is whether you are willing to make certain sacrifices."

Ron's heart suddenly felt heavy.

Fifteen demigods, which is a total of 60,000 proficiency points.

What a concept this is.

In other words, as long as Ron sells his body once, he can max out both [Infinity] and [Mass].

This huge sum of money made the blond boy hesitate, teetering on the edge of the abyss of depravity where he would sell his body.

He gritted his teeth and asked in a very low voice:

"Can you really guarantee the plan's feasibility?"

-

Three days later.

Divine Court.

Estella arrived at the palace of Timothy, the Goddess of Life, looking disheveled.

At this moment, she was covered in blood, and her black dress, adorned with jewels, was torn into strips of cloth, making her look as if she had just gone through a difficult battle.

Inside Timothy's palace, soft cries of pain echoed.

As a goddess embodying "life," "reproduction," "desire," "beauty," "spirituality," and "fall," Her divine duty is to constantly perpetuate her life.

"Seneca's 18,762nd child has been born!"

Amid cheers from the Divine Court attendants, a disgusting creature with green skin, resembling a hairless rat, was carried out.

Frankly speaking, it's hard for Estella to identify with such a disgusting thing and genuinely believe that it's her brother.

However, in this abnormal and bizarre family, she had no choice but to bow her head to the rule-makers.

It's disgusting, it's disgusting, it's disgusting
With one sentence repeating in her mind, she stood outside the palace for a long time before a divine attendant made of clouds hurriedly came over.

"Lady Estella, the God of Life requests your presence."

"I see."

Subconsciously straightening her robes, now torn to shreds, she followed the cloud attendant to the deepest part of the vast palace.

Soon, a lush green garden came into view.

"Estella, why are you the only one who came back?"

Her emerald green eyes swept over the area briefly before turning away without leaving a trace, quietly awaiting her eldest daughter's explanation.

"Mother, Raul and the others have all been killed by the enemy."

"He let me go, saying that I should come back and deliver a message to you."

Even Estella's goddess-like face showed slight surprise, and her emerald green eyes were clearly confused for a moment.

As her biological mother, she already knew about the deaths of Raul and the others.

However, Timothy didn't care about those deformed offspring.
Even Hikari and Estella, who inherited her appearance, could only receive a little bit of her attention.

Children are something you can have as many of as you want.

As for demigods... as long as they possess divinity, they can give birth to as many as there are.

She has tried giving birth to seventy or eighty babies at a time before.

But Timothy values ​​superior offspring more than the propagation of inferior life forms.

"What message did the murderer who killed my child send you to deliver?"

Timothy's voice was melodious and pleasant, but Estella only felt boundless pressure.

"He said he greatly admires you and believes that many of your children are flawed, so he wants to work with you, Mother, to create better offspring."

"To this end, he reclaimed the light and the divinity of Raul and the others, wanting to use himself as a vessel so that you could bring them back to life..."

Estella hesitated before uttering words that shattered her worldview.

"you are lying!"

Suddenly, the God of Life spoke in a cold voice.

Immediately afterwards, Estella felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and her belly involuntarily swelled up, as if a life was about to be born inside.

"Mother, I didn't..."

The tearing pain almost made Estella unable to stand. She collapsed to the ground, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her teeth clenched tightly.

"That's exactly what that deity from who-knows-where said."

"Mother...it hurts so much, please calm down..."

Accompanied by pleas for mercy, Timothy stepped forward with her smooth, fair legs and gently stroked Estella's beautiful face.

Then, his fair fingers gently traced her neck, chest, and finally stopped below her protruding belly.

“My child, look at you, your instinct to procreate is so strong, why are you resisting it? Wouldn’t it be better to have a younger brother for yourself?”

"Mother...I, I..."

Estella trembled, her blood-red eyes filled with nothing but pleading.

Seeing this, Timothy gently tapped Estella's bulging belly.

Instantly, the breath of life vanished without a trace, and Estella's belly returned to its original state.

"Child, isn't he a strange person?"

"Who is that deity? What does it look like? What powers does it possess that allow it to be so arrogant as to demand that I give birth to a more perfect life?"

"You should know that even your father cannot guarantee that he and I will have a truly perfect life."

Without any hesitation, Estella immediately handed over the portrait that she had prepared beforehand.

At the same time, she used the line Ron had taught her:
"He holds authority over quality, and it is said that He can make the quality of all things perfect and without flaw."

He also said that he was waiting for you at the Lake of Life, far from the Divine Court, and wanted you to bring all your offspring there for a fresh start.

The goddess of life took the portrait, her emerald green eyes suddenly brightening as she looked at the adorable boy in the portrait, his clothes half-undone, and felt her heart melt.

This guy seems more suited to be her child than her lover!
But can those failed works really be reworked and remade?

For some reason, Timothy felt a surge of excitement and anticipation.

He bent down and gently pinched the eldest daughter's chin with his palm.

"Estella, you are my most perfect creation, and you may have a chance to become even more perfect."

"Although you are the product of my union with darkness, your dark divinity does not fully endorse you."

"How about bringing your brothers and sisters with me?"

Hearing this, even though she was mentally prepared, Estella couldn't help but feel a chill.

Her birth mother merely treated the immortal divinity as her child, while she, with her consciousness, was nothing more than a vessel that could be replaced at any time.

"Mother, I will listen to you."

The God of Darkness said obediently, trying his best to maintain the image of a good daughter.

But the next second, she suddenly frowned and hesitated before saying:
"But what about Father?"

Upon hearing this, the excitement on the goddess of life's face gradually faded.

Senes was nothing more than a piece of material for creation to Him.
But there's no doubt about the other party's power; no matter how much she messes around, she has to give her nominal husband some face.

Timothy said thoughtfully:
"My dear daughter, since that's the case, you should stay."

“You are my pride, deceive Selene’s heart with lies, and do not let Him know.”

"Don't worry, Mother, the secret hidden in the darkness will not be discovered by anyone." (End of Chapter)