Fairy Tail: You said you were just acting, are you serious?

Ron nodded, and then thanked him.

"Thanks. Calm down here. If anything happens, leave immediately."

After saying that, Ron turned and left, leaving Urtia alone on the open-air platform.

After the commotion behind her disappeared, Urutia slowly turned around, revealing a forlorn expression.

Here we go again, and now I'm all alone.

……

After leaving the open-air platform, Ron spent another hour exploring the remaining areas.

Ron easily reached the edge of Paradise Tower and looked out over the coast.

Although he was checking to see if the Magic Council troops had arrived, he couldn't forget Ultear's silhouette.

He shook his head, surprised that she was troubled by so many things.

It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but given Urutia's current situation, if he really agreed to take revenge, it would only make her sink deeper into trouble after she succeeded.

Snapped!Snapped!

Ron raised his hands and slapped his cheeks hard, forcing himself to concentrate.

This is a critical moment, and I can't afford to waste time on internal conflicts here. I have a lot of things to do.

Moreover, the key to resolving Urutia's relationship is to let her face it herself.

So this is the best opportunity, and let Uru explain it himself.

Ron looked around again and, seeing that there was still no news from the Magic Council's ship, formed the hand seals for a clone spell.

Pfft!

As soon as the other clone, Ron, appeared, the main body immediately gave instructions:

"Your current task is to quietly head to the coastline and wait for the Magic Council's troops to arrive."

Remember, don't get caught. If you see them, immediately message me.

"Understood, leave it to me."

After the clones were deployed, they swiftly stealthily made their way to the coast.

He needs an eye to deliver this information, and for now, sending a clone is the safest option.

After arranging the external support, Ron turned and went back to Paradise Tower.

He activated his six eyes and, following the map he had pieced together in his mind, slipped past everyone's eyes and into an abandoned storage room.

Just as he descended to the bottom level, it was time for the shift change, and the vast majority of slaves had already been driven back into their cramped cells.

During this period, he also learned that the council soldiers scattered in various cells were all quietly waiting for orders in their respective cells.

Everything is going according to plan; it's time to prepare for the next step.

Then, Ron took out several large bags of white clay from the Multiverse Items Inventory.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands reaching into the cloth bag, and magical energy emanated from his body.

With Ron's nimble fingers constantly kneading and separating the clay, little spiders took shape in his palm.

Unbeknownst to them, thousands upon thousands of white clay spiders, after being infused with magic, densely filled the floor of the storage room.

Some spiders, unable to find a place to rest, climbed onto the shelves and sat there; if they were all full, they stuck to the walls.

The room, which was originally silver-gray, has turned mostly white with these spiders filling it.

As the little spiders followed his gaze and moved their tiny eyes around on the wall, Ron, who had used up 8% of his magic, revealed a kind smile.

They've set up an escape plan in this Paradise Tower; hopefully, the members of the magic order will appreciate this spectacle.

Chapter 154 Gathering the Last Cards

Earlier, while the main body Ron was still exploring other areas, the first clone Ron had already returned to his cell.

Just as the guards of the two magic orders let him go, the overseer, though he had no memory of punishment, still felt a great deal of anger dissipate upon seeing the injuries on his clone, Ron.

The overseer, in a moment of great mercy, allowed Ron's clone to return to his cell to recover from his injuries.

So Ron took this opportunity to remove the exaggerated special scar makeup from his body, and then put on a few more bloody scars as an explanation.

"If I had looked like that again, I probably would have scared Geral and the others to tears before I even had a chance to explain."

Just in case, he quickly looked at his reflection in the puddle in the corner and corrected the minor wounds and bruises on his body to make them look less unnatural.

Just as I finished tending to the wounds, a series of chaotic footsteps came from outside the cell.

As the iron gate was pushed open, Geral and the others, exhausted from their work, dragged themselves inside.

When they looked up and saw their companion, who should have been in the punishment room, standing safely before them, everyone froze in place.

"Ron, you're really alright!"

Geral rushed over excitedly and began to check the extent of his injuries.

Simon rushed over a step later, his face also beaming with joy.

Hugh and Miriamina shed tears of joy and hugged each other.

"Great."

Erza, who had been looking miserable, finally smiled after seeing that Ron was coming back.

"Grandpa Rob is right, you really came back alive."

Everyone rushed forward to check on Ron, and the cell became noisy for the first time in a long time.

A few ignorant kids tried to touch the wounds, but Ron dodged them in advance, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, I didn't scratch their wounds, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

After everyone's enthusiasm subsided, fatigue began to creep into their bodies, reminding them that it was time to rest.

So everyone else leaned against the wall to rest and recover their strength.

Ron smiled with satisfaction as he looked at his exhausted companions who still cared about him.

He then sat up straight and began to calmly analyze the current situation.

The fact that the main body hasn't been exposed yet means that everything is going smoothly. If he were exposed, he would return to the prison instead of continuing to linger outside.

Perhaps the prison break plan will be ready soon.

According to my own thinking, my current responsibility should be to protect everyone in this cell.

Although Ron's clone was confident he could protect these people, many unexpected factors could still occur once the riot began.

This chaos is causing him some concern, so he needs to prepare an extra trump card now.

Recalling what his original self was supposed to do, the clone Ron quietly moved his body closer to Rob, who was not far away and looked pleased.

"Grandpa Luo Bu".

Ron, in his clone, lowered his voice and whispered in Rob's ear:

"We will be taking action soon, and the Tower of Paradise will be thrown into chaos. Please be careful."

Rob's smile faded slightly as he turned and looked at Ron with a serious expression.

When Rob saw that Ron's gaze was serious, he nodded, making a decision in his heart.

He looked at the children in front of him and smiled.

"Okay, I will do everything in my power to protect these children."

Then, he looked at his thin hands and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's a pity you're too late. The magic power in this old man's body has been greatly diminished due to old injuries and aging."

Otherwise, I would definitely have been able to rescue all the other prisoners.

Ron, the clone, patted Grandpa Rob on the shoulder and gave him an approving smile.

"Don't be so pessimistic, Grandpa Rob."

He gently interrupted Rob's sigh, speaking with a confident tone:

“I think I’ve come at the perfect time.”

Grandpa Rob shook his head again, recalling:

"You don't know this, but if I had magic..."

"Because I have a way to solve the problem of your depleted magic."

Rob was looking back on the past when he heard Ron's words and paused for a moment. Then he stared at Ron with wide eyes and an incredulous expression.

"What...what did you say?"

Ron asked again, trembling, fearing that his ears were aging and he had misheard something.

"Trust me, Grandpa Rob."

"Please turn around now, and I'll help you solve this problem."

Ron didn't explain much, but simply gestured for Rob to turn his back so he could show off his strength.

For some reason, Rob felt that this was impossible, but looking into his eyes, a glimmer of hope still arose in his heart.

After Rob slowly turned around, Ron sat up cross-legged, his bright blue pupils illuminating as he activated his six eyes.

With heightened insight, the changed gaze pierced through Rob's back, revealing the magical pathways within him.

As Rob said, his magic power had been greatly depleted, all because the magic circulation in his body was severely blocked. Large areas of his meridians were gradually shrinking because magic power could no longer flow through them.

Ron, the clone, revealed a satisfied smile. As expected, this six-eyed omnipotent being could see through the magic circuits just like the Byakugan.

In that case, the acupoints and meridian theory he learned from the [Hyuga Neji] character card can come in handy here.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Rob, please bear with the pain."

"what?"

After whispering a reminder, Ron extended his right index and middle fingers.

He pressed his two fingers together, compressing his magic power into his fingertips, then focused intently with his eyes wide, and quickly began pressing on the blocked magic acupoints.

boom! boom! boom!

Ron continuously pressed on acupoints on Rob's back, midsection, and shoulders.

Each time he pressed the acupoint, Ron's magic would flow along the acupoint, transforming into a warm current that forcibly cleared the shrunken and blocked magic pathways.

Rob shuddered, a wave of soreness, numbness, and swelling washing over him.

"Ugh...!"

To avoid attracting the guards, he quickly covered his mouth with his right hand and clenched his left hand into a fist to endure the pain.

Before long, Rob's aches and pains gradually subsided, and he felt a sense of comfort.

Then Ron pressed down on Rob's spine one last time, instantly clearing the last blocked meridian!

"Whoo~"

Rob opened his eyes, panting heavily and covered in sweat.

With his magic circuits reactivated, he felt his remaining magic power flowing again.

He stretched out his hands and felt his magic power continuously recovering on its own, revealing a surprised expression.

I'm back! My magic is back!

Chapter 155 Let's stabilize the situation again.

"That familiar feeling... there's no doubt about it, it's definitely back..."

Seeing Grandpa Rob's delighted expression, Ron, the clone, silently withdrew his finger, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Grandpa Rob, actually your magic power isn’t that depleted, it’s just that you’ve been here for too long.”

The old injuries accumulated over the years, the physical exhaustion caused by overwork, and the handcuffs constantly draining your magic power have caused your magic circuits to become blocked.