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

Long-term blockages prevent the flow of one's magical energy, causing the meridians to atrophy.

Ron paused for a moment, then explained:

"I just cleared the blocked meridians. Now that the blockages are cleared, those shrunken meridians will gradually recover after being nourished and circulated by magic."

With a little adjustment, you might be able to regain 50-60% of your previous strength before the operation even begins.

After listening to the explanation, Rob suddenly understood and showed a look of amazement.

"No wonder, no wonder..."

Although my old injuries still ache slightly, I definitely feel more energetic.

Not only his body changed, Rob also felt that his mental strength had recovered to some extent, and his pupils became more bright.

He looked at Ron and said gratefully:

"My child, thank you so much!"

He had originally thought that this place would be the end of his life, but he never expected that a new member of the guild would bring such good news today and help him regain his magic. Ron had given him a chance to be reborn.

Seeing Rob's excitement, Ron gave him some instructions:

"No need to thank me, Grandpa Rob. What you should do now is rest and recuperate."

"I only chose to help you this time because I wanted to successfully get everyone out of here."

"That's no problem."

As Rob gradually regained his strength, a determined look appeared on his face. He smiled and nodded, saying:

"Even if you hadn't told me, I would have risked my life to get these children out safely!"

Ron, the clone, nodded. With Grandpa Rob's help, he felt much more relaxed.

"Alright, it's time to tell the others in the cell about this."

Then Ron, his clone, and Grandpa Rob prepared to notify Erza and the others who were closer.

Erza stared wide-eyed in confusion when she saw Rob.

"Grandpa Rob, is it just my imagination? You look great."

Erza and the others didn't notice Ron moving closer to Grandpa Rob; they were just chatting amongst themselves. It wasn't until Ron and the others came over that they noticed the change in Grandpa Rob.

His entire demeanor was different from before. His back, which had been slightly hunched, was now much straighter, and his breathing had become stronger.

The youngest, Hugh, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, while Miriamina also looked puzzled.

Rob smiled and, seeing how concerned they were about him, gently patted their heads.

Ron cleared his throat and then said in a low voice:

"Come closer, I have something important to tell you."

Upon hearing this, Simon and Wally didn't sit too far away and moved closer.

Of all the people present, only Geral, who was in the know, noticed Ron's serious expression.

He asked in a low voice:

"Ron, are you about to begin...?"

Ron, the clone, responded:

"Although not now, it will be soon."

Since they won't be going out to work anymore, there's no need to hide it any longer.

His gaze then swept over his companions, revealing a serious expression.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what I am about to say is very important."

Soon, the people from the Magic Council will be coming to pick us up; we'll be escaping this hellish place.

Without exception, all the children looked shocked upon hearing this.

"Escape... escape from prison?!"

……

At this moment, in an abandoned storage room somewhere in the Paradise Tower.

While his clone was in the cell explaining the plan to his companions, Ron himself was sitting cross-legged on the ground alone.

The white clay spiders around him had already followed the instructions and quietly dispersed to their designated positions in the key locations.

With his eyes closed, Ron used his senses to locate the spiders.

"Whoo~"

Only after confirming that they hadn't been discovered and were well hidden did Ron slowly exhale and open his eyes.

"Alright, everything's all set up now. Let's restart it once Uru and the others arrive."

Having consumed too much magic power, he was about to start taking things out of the Multiverse Item Library to replenish it.

While replenishing his supplies, he also pondered the current situation.

In reality, if it weren't for the fear that the dark mages of those magic orders would use slaves to threaten him, he wouldn't need to expend so much magic power with his own strength.

Unfortunately, the situation here did not allow him to do so, and once the riots began, those magical orders would definitely not sit idly by, let alone Brian.

To ensure everyone's survival in the impending melee, it's essential to have a powerful trump card.

With this thought in mind, Ron summoned his system panel.

Popularity: 8627

He stared at the popularity score on the panel in mid-air; he hadn't accumulated 10,000 popularity points yet.

But it doesn't matter, the evening show in Magnolia hasn't started yet. Once the show is over, he'll have enough popularity points to draw from the God of War gacha pool.

The most destructive magic he has ever used is none other than Gojo Satoru's Hollow Style: Zi.

Currently, he has only drawn the power of stopping and the Azure, which have no limits in magic. Before the panel is integrated with He, he has not yet met all the conditions to use the Void · Zi.

I'm hoping to draw [Gojo Satoru] again today, so I can use the Virtual · Zi without any conditions.

Okay, I'll try again after the performance. I hope God will bless me.

It's a pity I couldn't come over after I had completely extracted Gojo Satoru's abilities, otherwise I would have been more confident.

During this period of contemplation, Ron, who was constantly replenishing his magic power, felt his magic power gradually returning to his body, and his complexion improved considerably.

After consuming the last magic-replenishing item, he slowly stood up from the ground.

Alright, I wonder how my two clones are doing now. I hope they're both doing their jobs well.

Now all that's left is to wait for the Magic Council's troops to arrive, and all the planned preparations are almost complete.

Now that he still had some free time, Ron started thinking about how to spend it.

Why don't we take advantage of this time and clear out the lone guards?

Chapter 156 The Time Has Come

As time passed, night quietly descended upon the Paradise Tower.

On the coastline of Paradise Tower, the sea breeze whipped up layers of white waves that crashed against the rocks at the feet of Ron's clone.

"Ha~~, how much longer do we have to stay here~~"

Ron, the second clone who was outside providing support, couldn't help but yawn.

He hid in the shadows, out of sight of the gate, and had been waiting there for quite some time.

Even though he still has plenty of energy and stamina, after waiting for so long, his face already showed a look of utter despair.

All I do is sit here and wait. Can't you give me something more to do?

For example, take out the people in the level, or just clear them out...?

Oh right, I assumed that everything was done on its own, but I forgot to actively take down those people at the gate.

Now that you've thought of it, let's go there now!

Just as Ron made up his mind, he suddenly frowned and noticed some movement on the sea.

He saw a huge dark shadow suddenly appear in his field of vision.

As he got closer, he gradually made out that the dark shape was the outline of a ship.

Not only that, there were several icy spots on the deck at the bow of the ship, indicating that it had been through several battles.

Seeing the trail of marks left by the flying object, Ron, the clone, finally smiled.

"They've finally arrived. Now we need to clear the obstacles for them before notifying the main body."

After confirming its target, the clone transformed into a swift black shadow and headed towards the gate of Paradise Tower.

After a while, at the gate of the Paradise Tower, those who hadn't yet seen Ron's clone were all cleaned up by him.

After easily overcoming several obstacles at the gate, Ron, the clone, pressed the button on the gate.

He watched as the flying beast was about to dock and began to form hand seals.

"The rest is up to you, Main Body."

With that, Ron's clone instantly transformed into a wisp of white mist and vanished into the sea breeze.

At the same time, in a secluded corridor on the middle level of the Paradise Tower.

Thump!

During this time, the real Ron amused himself by picking on the lone guards, and the last one fell to the ground.

At his feet, a bunch of people were already lying haphazardly, without even a chance to sound the alarm.

Just then, Ron's eyes widened suddenly as new memories flooded his mind.

After receiving information from his clone, Ron smiled with satisfaction.

"Not only has the Magic Council's ship arrived, but they even cleaned the main gate for me...!"

"Well done."

I was originally planning to clean up the scene, but now it seems unnecessary.

Ron found a corner to hide in, closed his eyes, and spread his mental perception outwards.

The white clay spiders lurking in the shadows opened their beady eyes and began to move as soon as they came into contact with Ron's mental energy.

At this moment, in one of the cells on the ground floor, the bald soldier who had infiltrated began to sigh.

One of the younger soldiers in his cell moved closer to the bald soldier and whispered something to him.

"What should we do? It's been a long time since our scheduled time, and there's been no movement outside at all."

I've already spoken to the other slaves; shouldn't I tell them it's delayed?

Upon hearing the young soldier's words, the bald soldier grabbed the young soldier's collar with both hands and whispered a warning.

"Didn't I tell you not to tell the slaves anything you're unsure about?"

Now what if you set a random time, and their expectations are dashed, causing disruption to the operation?

"I... I just saw how expectant they looked, so I thought I'd say a few words..."

"You still say, 'Do you believe me or not...?'"

Before the bald man could finish speaking, a rustling sound suddenly came from the ceiling of the cell.

The bald man followed the sound and approached the iron door of the cell. When he saw what was making a noise, his eyes widened suddenly.

Suddenly, a dozen or so pure white spiders appeared on the ceiling and gradually formed a neat line as they crawled into their cells.

The other slaves in those cells were startled, but the young soldiers reacted the most.

"What kind of strange magical beast is this? Is it poisonous?"

The young soldier instinctively tried to slap it, but suddenly found that he couldn't move his wrist.

"Don't do anything rash, step back!"

The bald soldier quickly stopped his foolish behavior.