I'm really a serious wizard.

“Estella’s little brother, Themis.”

"It's normal that you haven't heard of him, but you'd never guess his real identity!"

When this topic came up, Helioper was unusually excited.

I'm sorry, I've not only heard of him, but I also have a pretty good relationship with him.
Mr. Squinting should belong to a part of Themis, or rather, represent his rational essence?

“I know, they are the offspring of that human hero from over a hundred years ago.”

"Born by Timothy."

Ron always gets a little uncomfortable when this topic comes up.

"How come you know everything?"

The gossip she wanted to share was stuck in her throat, unable to come up or down, and the black-haired woman was on the verge of going crazy.

Her lips twitched twice, and she reluctantly changed the subject:

“There’s something wrong with Themis; she inherited too much of Senes’s essence.”

"Some very bad things are going to happen."

"Uh, what's the bad news?" Ron chimed in, trying to be the straight man.

"You don't think becoming a god is that simple, just by finding some divinity and piecing it together, or by inheriting the legacy of an existing god, and that's it?"

Is not it?
Ron muttered to himself and tilted his head.

Upon seeing this, Helioper's expression turned very serious, and he said, word by word:
“Every deity is unique and singular; this is the most fundamental law of the world.”

"In other words, if you inherit the entire legacy of a deity, do you think you will become a god, or will the former god become you?"

"Each path to divinity can only have one, and the divine qualities for becoming a god cannot be randomly combined; otherwise, one will be forever stuck as a demigod!"

Helioper gave a stern warning, then sighed:

“Seneca prophesied that whoever kills Him will inherit everything He has.”

"That's how Themis is, once she's digested Senes's legacy."

"The guy whose wife cheated on him will come back."

So outrageous
Ron's heart tightened; he hadn't expected that such a secret was hidden within divinity.

According to you, randomly piecing together divinity simply won't work.
"Then how do you help others become gods?"

The blond boy asked, puzzled.

"Would you believe me if I said it was intuition?" Helioper shrugged and then pulled something out of his pocket.

It was a round stone, within which was confined a clear, divine radiance.

"Here, this is for you."

The black-haired woman tossed the stone aside, and seeing Ron frantically trying to catch it, she smiled and said:

"Seneca did achieve perfection, but unfortunately, he encountered his mother."

“I tore a piece of divinity from Him, and Themis, being incomplete, fell into a deep sleep.”
"Hmm, after thinking it over, I feel like you're the only one I can use."

Hearing the melodious voice of the black-haired woman beside him, Ron slowly stroked the pebble with his fingers.

His eyes flickered, and he suddenly saw a notification on the panel.

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

[You have gained divinity: Creation (synchronization rate 40%)]

[Note: In seven days, I will reshape the universe.]

Upon seeing the prompt on the panel, Ron immediately understood.

The "rationality" of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Views was indeed added later.
But why is the synchronization rate of creation only 40%? Could it be due to the shapeshifting spell?

"I knew you were a perfect match for it!"

Helioper gently patted Ron's shoulder, then itched to rub his little face.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Do you want to come with us?"

Releasing the soft flesh that had been torn into a ghastly shape, the black-haired woman extended her palm to Ron.

That face, radiating a confident smile, seemed to be saying, "Come be my son!"
Upon seeing this, Ron hesitated to speak.

His eyes flickered, and he fiddled with his fingers, looking slightly conflicted.

It is indeed a wonderful thing to travel with Helioper, who bears a striking resemblance to the president.

However, this would inevitably drastically alter history.

Helioper didn't say much, but simply rested his chin on his hand and said:
"Ah, what are you afraid of? Let me think, what could a daring, shameless, and despicable guy like you be afraid of?"

"Ron, you're not from this era, are you?"

?

The blond boy trembled inexplicably and looked up at Helioper in shock.

You idiot, can't you read minds, can you?!
"I can't read minds," the black-haired woman added at the opportune moment.

And you say you can't read minds!

now.

Ron's face was ashen, and he clutched the blanket, kicking back repeatedly on the bed, just like a virtuous woman who had been violated.

"I'm just making a bold guess and carefully verifying it; I'm just quick-witted," Helioper said nonchalantly, pinching Ron's soft cheek again. "Since you have your difficulties, I won't take you with me."

After saying that, the black-haired woman stood up briskly and walked out of the simple shack.

That's not like something you would say.
Seeing this, Ron hesitated, but finally said softly:
"Wait, can I ask you a question?"

The high-heeled boots made of calfskin paused, and Helioper turned his head and nodded slightly.

"Is it about me?"

"Let me think. Since you're asking me, something bad must have happened later, right?"

She looked confident, and her tone carried an air of haughty arrogance.

"go ahead."

"Uh, it's not that."

"Can you help me solve this problem?"

Ron, shameless as ever, pulled up his pants.

The desires stirred up by the goddess of life have never been quelled; it's not good for the evil dragon to keep rising.

After all, they've been arguing for over a month and have already damaged three wooden beds.

"Get lost, go to L yourself!"

-

Three days later.

early morning.

In the primitive era, what could be used to quell the restless feelings of youth?
It's nothing more than rocks, trees, and wild goats.

Unfortunately, Ron didn't have the courage to try new things.

Ron casually tossed the token of love given to him by Olivia onto the ground, letting the palm-sized piece of cloth transform back into magic, before lying lifelessly on the boulder.

now.

His heart is pure, like that of a sage who has settled here.

Sigh~ This level of proficiency is simply not enough. I still need to find a divine essence that resonates with me and gain more proficiency.
The premature children of Timothy, the goddess of life, were granted no small amount of divine authority.

But most of them are weak divine attributes such as "solid rock", "flowing water", "flying", and "throwing".

After Helioper's assessment, these weak, insignificant divine attributes were of no use to Ron and would only increase the obstacles and burdens on his path to godhood.

The blond boy wholeheartedly agreed with this.

After all, are "Solid Stone" and "Throwing" meant to allow him to throw stones at the enemy with a 100% hit rate and that cannot be destroyed?
Therefore, apart from 'Divine Speed', Ron traded all 18 of the remaining divine attributes with Helioper.

As for the content of the exchange...
Naturally, it is where the divine qualities suitable for Ron are found.

"West of the Blackrock Tribe, it takes three thousand six hundred days and nights to reach a place called Emerald City, which is considered a large tribe."

The continent of the Golden Age was vast and boundless; even the gods, who had been high above for countless years, did not know just how big the continent beneath their feet truly was.

According to a legend passed down through generations of the Blackstone tribe, there once was a god who wanted to run from the far west to the far east, but he was exhausted and died on the way because the distance was too far.

However, Ron thought that this was somewhat nonsense.

Even a living god can die from holding in his pee.

It's highly likely that it was killed by another god. "Brother Ron, I've packed all the jerky and food for you along the way!"

At that moment, Hakata's shouts came from the foot of the mountain.

Ron did a lazy flip and instantly appeared at the foot of the mountain.

"Thank you very much, Brother Hakata. Please give my regards to Sister An."

The blond boy took the backpack and water pouch made of animal hide, raised his arms and swayed them gently.

Upon hearing this, Hakata burst into laughter:

"After you're done, don't forget to come back and visit me and An."

"Of course, I mean before you die!"

A long journey can take ten years, and the physical distance can easily lead to the tragedy of being separated forever.

"must!"

Ron nodded solemnly, then headed west like a gust of wind.

-

Winter passed and spring came. The journey was tedious and boring, and two thousand six hundred days and nights passed in the blink of an eye.

Even with his incredible speed, it took Ron seven years to find out about the Emerald City.

Of course, he didn't just spend those seven years traveling.

Having encountered numerous proficiency levels along the way, and relying on a hit-and-run strategy, my divine synchronization rate has improved considerably in recent years.

[Name: Ron Griffith]

Age: ∞

[Realm: Demigod]

skill:
[Note on Holy Light Meditation (∞)]

[Holy Light Healing Spell (∞) Notes.]

【Holy Sword Technique (∞) Note.】

Divinity:
[Infinite] (Synchronization rate: ∞)
[Quality] (Synchronization rate: 100%)

[Lightning Speed] (Synchronization Rate: 86.7%)

[Creation] (Synchronization rate: 78.6%)

Remaining proficiency: 0
A mountain breeze ruffled the boy's long golden hair, revealing a handsome face that was exactly the same as before.

Time has left no trace on him, only adding a touch of composure to his eyes.

Walking on the man-made dirt road, Ron looked around and suddenly his eyes lit up when he saw a pedestrian hurrying by.

In broad daylight, she was conspicuously covered in coarse black linen.

Judging from her height and gait, she appears to be a woman.
However, because the edge of her hood was propped up by pointed ears, Ron could tell at a glance that she was not human.

However, these days, there are many races that are not human.

Ron, without any sign of disdain, stepped forward and asked in a very familiar manner:

Hey, do you know how to get to Emerald City?

God knows how he got through those seven years.

They truly drank dew when thirsty and ate wild vegetables when hungry.

The hard times are finally coming to an end.

"I don't know, don't ask me, I'm not from Emerald City!"

The furtive figure, draped in black linen, looked flustered. He flung Ron's arm away and hurriedly fled into the distance.

Hey, what are you afraid of? I'm not going to eat you.
Ron stroked his chin, about to wave again to ask, when he suddenly sensed several figures rapidly approaching.

"Quick, don't let her get away!"

"Hurry up and follow! The city lord has ordered that she must be captured and brought back!"

brush brush --

With a series of whooshing sounds, Ron saw five or six human figures appear on both sides of the forest.

These people are quite powerful, and the leader has even reached the limits of mortal strength.

He is a powerhouse in the "Legendary" realm!
Of course, in the Golden Age, legends were just something that happened by the roadside.

Those born gods, even those who control excrement, as long as they possess divinity, can crush legends by a rank in the realm of life.

What kind of drama is this?
Ron perked up and quickly moved to the side, ready to watch a good show.

However, just as he made a move, he suddenly saw the men in black turn in mid-air and surround him.

The leader was an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in finely tailored clothing.
He bowed to Ron and said:

"Young Miss, let's go back together!"

"The engagement was arranged by the city lord long ago; it's not something you can just refuse on your own."

?

Brother, what kind of look is that?

I'm a guy!
"Uh, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

Ron pointed to a suspicious figure walking hurriedly in the distance, whose entire body was covered by black linen.

"Isn't she clearly your target?"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man's expression hardened, and he sneered:
"Ha, such a clumsy disguise is certainly eye-catching during the day, but isn't it also a trap?"

"Young lady, even if you have someone disguise themselves as a suspicious person and you disguise yourself as an innocent passerby, you still can't escape my eyes!"

Hey, can't you catch them all at once?
Why are you only arresting me?
Ron was stunned when he heard this. He cupped his hands in greeting and said:
"May I ask your name?"

"Douglassie, the steward of the Emerald City lord."

The old man nodded solemnly.

I can see you do have diarrhea.
Ron's lips twitched, then he sighed in a high-pitched voice:

"I didn't expect that you guys would find out even though I hid it so well."

"Alas~ Am I destined to never escape my preordained fate?"

"Fine, take me back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he made a gesture of surrender.

In an instant, all around fell silent. Even the black-robed man walking hurriedly in the distance couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

The old man named Douglas's eyelids twitched slightly, and he suddenly heard the men surrounding Ron ask:
"Sir, should we...should we tie her up and take her back?"

"."

The butler's heart sank.

Why are you being so mean when you just randomly picked a passerby? Why don't you just keep denying it?
"My lord, this is a golden opportunity! The city lord is furious. If we don't capture the young lady soon, we'll all be sacrificed this year!"

Douglas's four henchmen all offered their advice.

"."

The stern-faced butler's lips twitched twice, then he closed his eyes, waved his hand, and said:
"Then let's tie him up and take him back."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the leader finally give the order, the four men pulled out ropes and quickly tied Ron up tightly.

At this moment, Ron said in a high-pitched voice:

"Um, are you going to break my legs?"

"Or did they drug me to make me weak and prevent me from escaping?"

"Wait, why don't you use a chop to knock me unconscious? That way I'll just take a nap."

"Shut up!"

Douglas raised a finger and flicked Ron's head, then his expression twitched slightly as he beckoned to his men:

"Miss has been captured! Let's hurry back and not keep the city lord worried!"

brush brush --

With a whooshing sound, Ron was comfortably carried by the crowd towards Emerald City.
Only the stunned figure in black robes remained standing there. (End of Chapter)