I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 102 I am the Yellow-haired Brave Hainlet

Talk to each other.

These four seemingly simple words are actually not complicated to explain.

If it were someone else, they might have a candlelight chat with Ron.

But if it is a twisted evil god, then we have to consider the literal meaning of "telling each other's hearts".

To use an old song from Ron's past life, it is:
I want to peel off your heart layer by layer~
The transparent ice crystal was only 0.01 centimeters away from Ron, but even at such a critical moment, he was unable to suppress his overactive imagination.

The surrounding fungal carpet of flesh was frozen into powder by the extremely aggressive magic. Isabella's face was stiff and expressionless, like a hollow corpse that had lost all its spirituality.

【You are being watched by the Mistress of Mercy.】

【You are being watched by the Mistress of Mercy.】

……

The prompts on the panel refresh frantically, and often the next prompt pops up before the previous prompt disappears.

So much so that countless overlapping text messages appeared in front of Ron's eyes, occupying his entire field of vision.

At this moment, a sound like a tide mixed with the sound of something being torn apart suddenly reached the boy's ears.

In the depressing sky where black and red blend together, a blood-red moon with pupils rises.

A terrifying gaze filled with evil and kindness was cast, causing the terrifying ice tide to suddenly change.

Half of them changed their essence from their tiny structures, turning into the most evil and corrupt sticky malice in the world.

The other half transformed into a gentle, illusory light, as if wanting to make the wandering Isabella close her eyes and feel completely free.

click-

At this moment, the thoughts in Ron's mind were torn apart. A part of him wanted to give up the bottom line of kindness and morality, transform into a sharp blade to hurt others, and seize everything he wanted in the world.

The other part made him feel ashamed and disgusted by this evil thought, to the point that his spirit seemed to be twisted and torn apart, turning into nourishment for the vertical-pupil red moon in the sky.

The help of the Mistress of Mercy is more dangerous than you might imagine.

Ron couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that he didn't choose to wear the title when he got it.

Because it was not until now that he discovered that the so-called Red Moon Tide going to the courtyard did not require the mistress to pull you in after having the Red Moon Tide, but the Red Moon Tide only appeared after the mistress pulled you in.

Damn, do you have to be so deceiving!

The distorted "deep world" before him suddenly jumped, and Ron felt his body suddenly sink, with an extremely lonely and helpless feeling in his heart.

Although he was still standing there, he inexplicably felt like a drowning person sinking to the bottom of the water, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

Depth 6, Depth 7, Depth 8
The remains of the demigod had vanished, and the world, so severely distorted that it could not be described in words, was falling layer by layer, making an illusory buzzing sound.

No, I must find a way to save myself!

Just out of the wolf's den, he fell into the tiger's mouth. If he continues like this, I'm afraid Ron will never be able to return to reality.

Faintly, in this extremely dilapidated and distorted "deep" world, he seemed to see a tall wall standing.

The wall, which appeared to be made of brick and stone and showed signs of erosion, occupied Ron's entire field of vision.

It was a high wall, built by someone unknown, completely blocking the depths from reality.

As long as I get behind that, I can escape the downward trend and return to the real world.

Ron was delighted to have found his direction. He struggled hard to get rid of the power of the "Mistress of Mercy".

But soon I realized sadly that I could only think about it at this moment.

Even taking off the title would be of no avail.

As the depth deepened, he could no longer sense the existence of the holy light element. Although he could rely on his magic power to maintain meditation and transform the holy light, how many seconds could he, a second-level mage, last?

"Child, come here quickly~"

In the distorted and extremely lonely "deep" world, a disembodied and ethereal call suddenly came.

The blond boy looked up in surprise and found that the blood-red moon in the sky had been embedded in the eye socket of a huge figure at some point.

The moment he saw the "Mistress of Mercy", Ron froze in place.

In his imagination, this kind of deity that delighted in releasing pain would have an extremely distorted appearance, even covered in tentacles and slime. This was also the record within the Stardust Society.

But the "Mistress of Mercy" in front of him was so beautiful, with a divine and kind glow all over her body, a half-smile on her lips, and a sad beauty in her blood-red eyes.

In comparison, the beautiful president and the charming witch would pale in comparison to this deity.

She perfectly matched Ron's fantasy of an older sister, making him want to give up resistance and let the mistress hold her in her arms and play with her at will.
They may even unconsciously make declarations like "I am your dog".

But the next second, the infatuation in the blond boy's eyes suddenly disappeared.

Because his eyes saw the naked body of the mistress.

Her body was graceful and her shape perfectly matched the aesthetic concept of being big and white, but the countless scars and carbonized, charred flesh destroyed this beauty.

In addition, there were countless broken arrows and long swords that were broken into two pieces, embedded in the god's collarbone, chest, waist, abdomen, and neck.

The mistress's compassionate expression added a bit of pain.

Inexplicably, Ron suddenly felt a pang of heartache. He couldn't imagine who could have the heart to hurt such a beautiful and kind god.

Oh no, I've been affected. Even when I was practicing the "Holy Light Meditation Method", I was still affected!

The blond boy suddenly came to his senses, but at this moment he had no other choice but to watch as the "Mistress of Compassion" stretched out her hand, crossed countless distances, and dragged him to the bottom of the "Deep World".

Death is death no matter sooner or later, but the only thing that worries him is Olivia and Elena who are fighting wits and courage with Sid Wiggin.

The former is almost impossible to kill, and although Elena and Olivia are powerful, they will eventually run out of magic power.

"Alas, it seems I won't get next month's salary."

Endless loneliness surged in his heart. Looking at the world that had been distorted into almost lines, Ron's eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of determination.

Even if he was toyed to death by his elder sister, he would die with dignity.

Thinking this in his heart, Ron drew his sword.

But just as he was about to unsheathe his sword, the young man suddenly felt a familiar gaze appear behind him.

At the same time, Ron's waist and abdomen tightened as if he was entangled by unobservable and unknown tentacles, and he disappeared into the known world with them.

The "Mistress of Mercy" quietly lowered her outstretched hand, and looked with a kind gaze towards the place where Ron disappeared, murmuring something that sounded like sadness and a sigh.

"The Lord of a Thousand Faces."

Got bullied!
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Mr. Squint!

The blond boy was pleasantly surprised and couldn't help but sigh that good people are indeed rewarded.

Although bringing out this living "cursed object" in the name of the president was an act of betrayal, he had no other choice at that critical moment.

He also felt that Mr. Squint was a good person and spoke nicely, but he just had some social anxiety.

"Mr. Squint, can you bring me back to reality?"

Ron asked excitedly.

"Gulu gulu."

Mr. Squint made a series of grunts, and although Ron couldn't see or sense everything around him, he miraculously understood what he meant.

can.

Great!
Ron was excited and was about to express his gratitude when he felt his body sink and he stepped on the hard ground.

The fresh air, warm sunshine, and rustling leaves intoxicated the blond boy.

"It's been so long, it's already daytime."

Looking at the unfamiliar forest full of vitality around him, Ron sighed in his heart and realized a serious problem.

He seemed, seemed, perhaps, probably, might be lost.

But the boy was not worried at all, because he saw a team of three people resting in the jungle.

Especially among the three of them, there was one with yellow hair whose hair color was similar to his, and they seemed to have a lot in common.

Great, let’s ask them for directions!
(End of this chapter)