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Chapter 52 Welcome to Ron Campus

The Eye of the Black Sky.

The mysterious afterimage discovered in Byrenvis was a soft eyeball blessed by elves. Deep within the pupil of this unknown creature lay a vast, dark night sky, where endless storms of meteorites roared.

If you rub your eyeballs even slightly, a meteorite will fly out.

While it sounds impressive, in the game, the Black Eye is also known as "picking your nose." This is mainly because the method involves rubbing your eyeballs, after which a fist-sized meteorite flies out.

However, a game is just a game, and in reality, for Ron, the Black Eye is no longer simply a consumable item.

In Bloodborne's lore, consumables are categorized broadly. Items like Blood Vials, Lightning Runes, Fire Runes, and Blood Cocktails are all consumables. The Bone of the Old Hunter, Minor Lightning Bolts, and now the Eye of the Black Sky are also consumables.

However, they don't disappear after use; instead, they consume the Mercury Bullets in the game. Simply put, whether it's the Old Hunter's Bone or the Black Sky Eye, they are essentially a medium.

Using the bones of the old hunter as a medium, the will within the remains is summoned, allowing one to grasp the essence of 'Acceleration'. Using small bolts of lightning as a medium, the frenzied will of the Thunder Beast is drawn forth, transforming into lightning. And now, using the Eye of Black Sky as a medium—

Grasping the eyeball, Ron's body surged with almost tangible black energy. Within it, the meteor storm of the boundless deep space was reflected, using the Black Eye as a medium.

With this perception that transcends the limitations of time and space, Ron can see the truth touched by the Eye of Black Heaven more clearly. But whenever Ron tries to delve deeper, a sharp pain shoots through his mind.

Then, the body craves more 'tactile' sensation, the eyes crave more 'visual' sensation, the nasal cavity craves more 'olfactory' sensation, and the mouth craves more 'gustatory' sensation...

The right arm that had been gripping the Eye of the Darkness was almost instantly twisted into a churning mass of flesh, covered with eyeballs, fangs, whiskers, and numerous holes that were either nose or ears.

Without attempting any further exploration, Ron knew perfectly well that his spiritual vision hadn't yet reached the point where he could see the truth of everything. All he needed to do now was simply unleash the maximum power of the Black Sky Eye that he could currently withstand!

With the infusion of arcane energy and personal perception, the lifeless eyeballs instantly burst forth with new life. Then, the galaxy imprinted in the pupils began to flow, amidst countless streams of light and countless glimmers of brilliance. Each speck of stardust shone brighter in the reflection of the eyes. Then, through the eyes, across the distance of time and space, traversing countless dimensions, a mournful cry emanated from it, accompanied by the shattering of the star chart!

In an instant, Eredin felt an unprecedented fear. Her eyes were filled with terror, and she instinctively tried to activate the ancient blood within her to dodge, but no matter how much Eredin activated the ancient blood within her, accompanied by the lightning generated by the small thunderbolts, Eredin could not establish a stable connection—no, it was possible to re-establish the connection!

Erudin was certain that in just one second, just one more second, she could rebuild a stable connection, tear through space, and leave this place!

But that fleeting second, so brief that it would leave no trace of nostalgia in the past, became the other side that Erudin could never reach again.

Feeling the starlight so close at hand, Eridin seemed to glimpse a figure on the other side of the starry sky. But this did not bring Eridin any relief; on the contrary, filled with despair and rage, Eridin merely struggled to raise her greatsword, trying to shatter the streaks of light shooting before her—

"No!!!!"

"..."

After putting away the Eye of the Dark Sky, Ron looked at Eredin's mangled corpse and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a hint of regret appearing in his eyes.

This was also the first time Ron had unleashed the Black Eye at such a high power level—he had used it before, but mostly as a more precise and powerful weapon. Using it as a special ritual medium, as he was doing now, was a first for him.

They had originally wanted to preserve Eredin's body intact, keeping his armor and sword for modification or collection. But now it seems that not only are the sword and armor gone, but even the body itself is mangled beyond recognition from the bombardment of the meteorite.

But compared to that, the Eye of Darkness is definitely more important...

Ron glanced at his right arm, which, even after he had retracted the Eye of the Dark Sky, was still not fully recovered and was covered in lumps, tentacles, eyeballs, and holes in his mouth and nose. After thinking for a moment, he simply used the butcher's knife to cut it off from his shoulder.

Just as Ron had expected, his right hand had developed its own consciousness. Even after landing on the ground, the tentacles continued to struggle.

However, these consciousnesses don't even qualify as wisdom; they are merely the product of a large amount of unconsciously accumulating waste because the spiritual vision cannot bear the sights of the real world, resulting in a deformity in the soul.

It was at this moment that Ciri and Geralt also finished their battle—their opponent, one of the commanders of the Wild Hunt, Calansil.

Although not as powerful as the King of the Wild Hunt, Kalanhil held a similarly high status within the Wild Hunt. For example, the Wild Hunt was able to pursue Ciri even after losing the World Gate because Kalanhil possessed the ability to teleport on a small scale.

However, compared to the Ancient Blood's ability to directly open world portals, Kalanhil's power is limited to traveling to worlds he has visited before. As a powerful mage, in the story, Kalanhil was able to instantly freeze an entire Nilfgaardian land army with magic. He then calmly engaged Ciri and Geralt in a duel.

Unfortunately, that's all in the past. Now, having received Frigga's rune enhancements and mastered some of the uses of the Ancient Blood, Garanhill emerged from the portal to support Ron and Eredin's battle, his head now strapped to Geralt's waist.

When they arrived at the center of the Infinite City, what came into view was Eredin's body, which had been blasted into pieces, and Ron's right arm, which had fallen to the ground, splattering a lot of blood and was still writhing.

"team leader……"

"How many times have I told you, call me Dean." After correcting Ciri's pronunciation, Ron also took out the rice given to him by the Chrysanthemum from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

With the nourishment of the life essence of the Dragon's Blood, it wasn't long before Ron clearly felt that the injury to his right arm was stopping bleeding and healing at an astonishing speed.

While it's unlikely that a new arm will suddenly grow back, given Ron's vitality, losing an arm or even being cut in half wouldn't be a big deal.

For those in positions of power, death is not the end, but rather a transitional state with both success and failure as possible outcomes.

Ron picked up the severed arm beside him, examined it for a moment, and then tossed it onto Nakime, saying, "Keep it safe."

"..."

With a silent nod, Nakime quietly teleported the severed arm to a sealed door within the Infinite Castle.

With a clap of hands, the previously fixed Infinite City came to life once more. The Wild Hunt warriors, scattered throughout the labyrinthine spaces of the Infinite City by the fragmented space, only saw a blur before their eyes. When they regained their senses, they saw the beheaded Kalanhill and the shattered corpse of Eredin.

They had initially resolved to continue fighting, but now, upon seeing the leader's corpse before them, even the most valiant knights of the Wild Hunt fell silent.

"To our world, you are invaders. So I won't waste any more words. Lay down your weapons and surrender, and I may spare your lives. Or continue fighting and face an dishonorable death."

Upon hearing this, in a brief silence, a strong warrior gripped his sword tightly, stepped forward, and gazed at Ron from afar, exhaling two puffs of white breath from his nostrils, giving off a murderous aura.

Ron raised his chin, and then, on the other side, Matt, the lawyer who had been observing, felt a strange impulse surge within him. His body involuntarily clenched into a fist, the unleashed potential exceeding even Matt's own wildest imagination. In an instant, he transformed into a blur, appearing before the warrior. Then, his right arm, a tangled mass of flesh, smashed the warrior's entire upper body like a hammer blow.

bump!!

Like a hammer slamming into a watermelon, the bones and flesh shattered under the impact, and large plumes of blood mist mixed with small chunks of flesh covered the surrounding armor. In an instant, the Infinite City, already frigid due to the frost, became even more silent. In panic, people almost instinctively held their breath.

Meanwhile, witnessing all of this firsthand, Tony, clad in his Iron Man armor, instinctively felt like gagging. But at the same time, a deep sense of confusion appeared in Tony's eyes—no, that's not how it works.

Just moments ago, Tony and Matt fought side-by-side, repelling countless waves of attacks from these armored warriors. But now, why, why has this guy who calls himself Daredevil suddenly become so brutal?!

It's important to understand that while Daredevil has committed acts of violence in the past, these were mostly acts of self-defense born of necessity. More often than not, he adheres to the principle of leaving a way out for others, giving them a chance to repent and reform.

And now...

Both the method of attack and the power it possessed far exceeded what was displayed during the previous battle.

Daredevil stared at his bright red hand, remained silent for a moment, then looked at Ron but didn't say anything more. He simply turned and went back to the corner without uttering a word.

In contrast, Geralt and Ciri, though slightly frowning, quickly understood Ron's actions—the Wild Hunt roamed countless worlds, bringing cold destruction with each frost. And Eredin's Red Riders were the elite of the Wild Hunt, each member a battle-hardened executioner.

They came from different worlds, some for power, others for the pleasure of gathering under the banner of Eridin to conquer cities and territories. After looting, they left behind a scene of devastation and then coldly departed before the frost descended, leaving the ravaged world to wither away in the cold.

It's no exaggeration to say that shooting any member of the Wild Hunt who gets into the Red Cavalry would be too humane.

As for the wolf... after watching for a while and confirming that there was no need to continue the fight, he put away the Kusabimaru.

For wolves, killing is as simple as eating and drinking to complete a mission. Moreover, these creatures' existence disrupts the current world—wolves don't want to find a still-cruel world when their prince arrives.

Driven by the desire to protect his master, the wolf feels no remorse when killing humans. From as far back as he can remember, his upbringing has been focused on his master and commands. Growing up in this environment, sentiments of family and country are utterly useless to him.

Or rather, the wolf had already abandoned those tedious ideas the moment it decided to sever its immortality.

In the chaotic Warring States period, even cannibalism was a common occurrence. How much more so now, killing insignificant outsiders…

It would be great if they could give us system coins.

The wolf thought silently, its eyes lingering on the necks of the Wild Hunt members, a hint of regret in them.

If only things could be like they were in Ashina... Even now, Wolf still remembers the genuine surprise he felt when he found a large bag of coins on the Oni-gōbu people, and the delighted look on Miko's face when he shared it with her.

Thinking about it, a faint smile appeared on the wolf's lips, but it quickly hid it and continued to lower its head without saying a word.

No one spoke, so Ron said, "Alright, who's next?"

Upon hearing this, after a moment of silence, a man who had recently joined the Red Cavalry was the first to throw down his weapon.

Once the first person did so, the others followed suit and dropped their weapons.

Looking at the disarmed crowd, Ron smiled and clapped his hands, saying, "Nekome."

"..."

"Assign them a room and find those who are still being targeted by White Frost."

The Red Riders of the Wild Hunt are not all elves like Eredin; there are also powerful warriors from other worlds. For example, Illerith, who was cleanly beheaded by Geralt with a single sword strike, was an ordinary human who earned Eredin's attention through his fierce martial prowess.

Unfortunately, these people were not from the Plain Yellow Banner of the Ain El Elf race, and they did not have the White Frost's lock on them.

And those guys with White Frost Lock...

According to Ron and Frigga's research, White Frost is a very special mystical substance. Depending on its composition and the environment in which it is found, White Frost produces different effects. For civilizations that cannot control it, this substance represents impending destruction.

However, for those who understand arcane abilities, this is undoubtedly an extremely precious arcane material.

What Ron has to do is to actively expose the coordinates of these Ain El elves through the lock from Bai Shuang. Although the process will be painful, it doesn't matter. Ming Nu will bear the infamy!

Ron, on the other hand, was only responsible for reaping the benefits and letting Nakime extract as much white frost as possible.

"I've prepared your rooms in Infinite City; I'll call them Ron's Quarters!"

(End of this chapter)