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

We must inform His Excellency Uru that the handover is complete, and now it's time to catch up with them!

Meanwhile, on the other side, the cult's prison van bumped along the path, heading in the right direction.

In the swaying carriage, before the cult's men in front could react, Ron quietly cast a small-scale soundproofing spell and pulled the rope off Geral's mouth.

"Ron, what's going on here? What are you doing here...?"

Gerald lowered his voice, still shaken, and asked Ron with a bewildered expression.

"Don't be afraid..."

Ron gently comforted Geral, then said earnestly:

"To be honest, I'm actually here to cooperate with the council; we're currently working on a project..."

He then briefly told Gerald about himself and the soldiers.

"That's how it is. I'm sorry to have dragged you into this."

After learning the truth, Gerald stood there stunned.

It turns out this was an operation arranged by the council. No wonder Ron and the other soldiers in the car were so cooperative; it was all part of the plan.

And Ron is so familiar with the council, could he be even stronger than I thought?

After processing all this information, Gerald lowered his head in shame.

"Actually, I should be saying sorry. I didn't expect to almost ruin your plan..."

Ron smiled and casually said:

"It's alright. As long as you cooperate, I will make sure you get back safely."

Not only you, but everyone in the carriage got back safely.

The disguised soldiers nodded in agreement, indicating that Ron was right.

These soldiers chose to infiltrate because they trusted Ron's decision.

Gerald was a step slow to react before nodding vigorously and silently making up his mind.

No matter what happens along the way, he needs to fully cooperate with Ron's actions.

For the next day or so, the prison van continued its clandestine journey along the land.

It wasn't until the night of the second day that the convoy finally arrived at a secluded smuggling port and stopped.

Ron, using his six eyes, spotted the large warship docked in the harbor.

Then the scarred man and his men got out of the car and headed toward Ron's carriage.

"What are you dawdling for? Get down here now!"

The cult's henchmen dragged Ron, Gerald, and the others out of the carriage and herded them into the caravan like livestock, dragging them along.

Looking at the still spacious basement, the scarred man couldn't help but click his tongue.

"The people in the council are despicable; they've prevented me from handing over enough manpower."

If those outposts hadn't been taken down, this place would probably be full.

After the scarred man turned and left, Ron and his group looked at each other and shook their heads.

I wonder how he would react if he knew that even we were fake.

After a while, the ship began to rock, preparing to officially set sail.

After another day of long journey, Ron and his companions began to sway and stagger along with the whistling wind.

Just as Ron was pondering when to dock, the ship suddenly came to a violent stop after a violent tremor.

Clang!

The iron door to the lower deck was pushed open by the people outside, and Ron and his companions finally saw the sunlight.

"Come on, let's get off the ship. Don't make me rush you!"

The scarred man cracked his whip into the air as a warning, and the crowd stumbled onto the deck.

As soon as Ron stepped out of the cabin, he looked up and saw their destination.

They arrived at a desolate island, and in the center of the island, a magnificent and enormous tower appeared before everyone's eyes.

We've finally arrived at the Tower of Paradise.

Chapter 145 Crimson Hair

Is this the Tower of Paradise...?

Ron gazed up at the colossal tower before him as he followed the scarred man leading the group, forming a procession that continued forward.

After exchanging glances with Geral and the other soldiers who had infiltrated, he noticed a large gate before entering the tower, with several cult thugs standing guard nearby.

Not only that, there was also a magic crystal next to the gate, just like the security checkpoint in Ron's previous life.

He raised an eyebrow. "That's the magic detection crystal?"

The leader near Tide Village previously revealed that they were trying to find children with potential by measuring the total amount of magic power.

However, after carefully observing the color and light transmission of the crystal, Ron realized that it seemed to be a lower-grade detection crystal, so its judgment would not be particularly accurate.

Ron knew the criteria for judging this kind of crystal and had several ways to avoid triggering its alarm.

If the mage being tested has a large amount of magic power but cannot use magic yet, or can use magic but has a low total amount of magic power, they can safely pass the test.

Currently, none of the people in this group are triggering the alarm, but that won't work for Ron.

Although his magic rating on the panel is only C-rank, for the people of the Fairy Tail world, this amount of magic power is already quite enormous.

If it were the normal Ron, he would immediately emit a bright light and alarm the moment he puts his hand on it, and the entire infiltration plan would be exposed instantly before he could even communicate with Ur.

After thinking it over, Ron finally took a deep breath.

He only has one way to pass this test.

After glancing at Gerald who was ahead of him in line, Ron cast a telepathic spell.

“Gerald, listen up.”

Ron's voice then rang in Gerald's mind, continuing:

"After you pass the test, remember to slow down and wait for me to cooperate."

Geral, who was at the front of the line, was slightly taken aback. He wanted to secretly turn around and take a look at Ron, but he restrained himself so as not to be discovered.

Although he didn't understand what Ron was going to do, he nodded vigorously to show that he was ready to cooperate.

Seeing that Gerald understood, Ron smiled and a pixel appeared on his lips. He then began to cast shape magic.

[Current Drive Form: Heaven and Tyrant]

Duration: 6 minutes and 44 seconds

At that very moment, the magical energy emanating from his body instantly merged into his five senses and his physical form.

If a mage were to use their spiritual senses at this moment, they would not be able to detect Ron's magic.

However, this does not mean that Ron will pass the magic crystal's test, because there is no human in this world without any magical fluctuations; that would mean that person is almost dead.

If the crystal doesn't light up at all when he touches it, then there's been an accident, which would only raise more suspicion.

So Ron did this for one purpose only: to deplete his magic.

Ron, now in his [Heaven and Tyrant] form, watched as his duration slowly and steadily slipped away.

As time passed, Ron's line moved forward, and there were not many people left in front.

With only 20 seconds left to run, Ron thought to himself and ended the [Heaven and Tyrant] form ahead of time.

The power originally bestowed upon the body instantly receded like a tide, returning to normal levels.

Meanwhile, with the remaining time, that little bit of magic barely flowed back into Ron's body.

"Uh......"

The moment the pressure was released, a wave of exhaustion surged through Ron's head, causing him to utter a sound.

As a result, he also developed symptoms of magic deficiency.

His rosy complexion instantly turned deathly pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

In addition to the muscle and mental aches, he also experienced dizziness and weakness in his limbs.

After passing the test, Gerald followed Ron's instructions and deliberately slowed down.

He turned his head, thinking about how to cooperate with Ron, when suddenly his eyes widened.

Ron's deathly pale face startled him.

Immediately afterwards, Ron's legs gave way uncontrollably, and he was about to fall forward.

At that critical moment, Gerald saw Ron's condition, turned around quickly, and caught Ron with both hands.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Gerald asked in a low voice, half-dragging and half-carrying Ron's swaying body to steady him.

The cult's henchmen standing nearby frowned and roared:

"Hey, what are you dawdling over there for? Hurry up and get tested!"

Gerald glanced at the cult's thugs, then at Ron, a conflicted expression on his face.

"But......"

"I'm fine... help me over there."

Ron then moved his bloodless lips and interrupted Gerald's words.

With Gerald's help, Ron dragged his heavy body, stretched out his palm, and pressed it tremblingly onto the huge magic detection crystal.

hum~

With the last bit of magic he possessed, he detected a faint fluorescent glow in the crystal, but it did not trigger an alarm.

The cult members in charge of security looked at Ron's sickly and weak appearance with disgust.

"Tch, another sickly fellow who won't live more than three days. What a useless piece of trash."

He waved his hand impatiently and shouted:

"Get inside quickly, or you'll die in front of the gate!"

Seeing the thugs about to whip him, Gerald immediately used all his strength to drag Ron through the door.

After entering the gate, the disguised soldiers beside him lifted Ron up.

The scarred man didn't stop him, but instead urged him on with a look of disdain:

"Hurry up and catch up, don't dawdle any longer!"

They helped Ron down the steps and into the tower.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ron and his companions arrived at a cell with its door open.

"Go inside!"

Bang~!

The thugs pushed Gerald and Ron into the cell and locked the door.

Ron raised his head, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and looked at the space in the cell, but because it was dark, he couldn't see anything clearly.

Are you all alright?

Just then, several children rushed out from the dark corner and helped Ron and Gerald up.

Ron's head was gently lifted, and when he looked up, he saw a dirty young girl looking at him with her clear eyes.

The fear and worry in those eyes made Ron suddenly feel dazed.

His last gaze fell on the girl's vibrant red hair, and a weak smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

"As expected... it's hair as beautiful as crimson..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron relaxed his tense nerves and fell into a deep sleep.