Little Blackie!
Ron felt that this name was actually quite fitting!
The system did not answer, it just floated in midair, using the same… no, even colder gaze than before, silently staring at Ron.
That look made Ron feel a bit guilty.
He let out an awkward laugh: “If you don’t like it, forget it.” “Then I’ll call you… Elsa!” The system seemed quite satisfied with this name.
It turned its head away and no longer paid attention to Ron.
It was unknown whether it was Ron’s illusion, but it always felt like the system seemed a bit more lively compared to before.
As if… it had gained a tiny bit of humanity?
Immediately, Ron laughed dumbly.
Even if this system could be conquered… but a system was still just a system.
Develop humanity?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Elsa was truly just an image evolved by the system.
Her slender and graceful figure was completely unaffected by gravity.
Her body lightly floated down onto Ron’s shoulder.
Even though her seemingly round ass was sitting on Ron’s shoulder, there was absolutely no sensation at all.
A pair of fair little legs gently swayed over Ron’s chest.
A section of delicate skin above the knees would even occasionally brush against Ron’s cheek.
Hey, clipping through!
Ron complained in his heart.
As for what to do next, how to live in this world, Ron already had plans in mind.
Although he was a villain, this didn’t mean that Ron had to keep living in this world as a cult believer.
Followers of an evil god would never have a good ending, no matter when.
Ron was very clear about this.
Most importantly, the cult had an extremely damn rule, that was… sharing.
Sharing that was even more outrageous than shared bicycles.
This damn rule was something Ron would never accept no matter what.
And with Ron’s current strength, wanting to leave the Granville Kingdom was basically impossible.
Although the cult’s branch looked trash, it didn’t mean the entire cult was made up of trash.
The Eternal Freedom Sect could silently erode the entire Kingdom… no, the Northern Continent.
Without sufficient capability, it would be absolutely impossible to achieve this.
The Lanaka City branch was just an extremely small base of the cult.
Arranging Ron here also had the purpose of not wanting to attract too much attention… unfortunately, these big-brained idiots in the branch, in order to complete Ron’s initiation ritual, directly captured Aurelia, which caused a series of troubles.
Within the cult, there were also thirty-six Inspectors.
Each one’s strength was comparable to a Bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.
The thirteen Apostles, whose strength was comparable to Archbishops.
As for the most mysterious Four Pillar Divine Envoys, their strength was even more unfathomable.
Ron knew his own situation.
Although the strengthening of his equipment allowed him to crush Herman and blow Dawn Faruk’s head apart, when facing these truly strong individuals, his strength was not worth mentioning.
And if he wanted to survive under the threat of the cult, then joining their sworn enemy, the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, was naturally the best choice.
The Church of the Goddess of Dawn was one of the seven most orthodox Churches under this world setting.
Although due to various reasons, each branch of the Church was weaker than the last, until the final chapter, the Church of the Goddess of Dawn still existed.
That itself was a kind of capability.
Moreover, according to the game’s plot, Gerald, the Archbishop stationed in Lanaka City, was also one of the rare relatively righteous characters.
He knew Ron’s true identity.
He knew that killing Ron would cause a series of major impacts.
The knowledge Ron possessed was also extremely important to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.
There were also many ancient texts within the Church that urgently needed interpretation.
He was very dissatisfied and regretful about Herman chopping Ron into minced meat.
So now, under the condition that Ron had not destroyed Aurelia’s chastity, Gerald might even personally come to invite Ron.
This was quite a good opportunity to get rid of the cult.
After resting a bit, Ron stretched lazily, then looked at these houses.
The strange reliefs on the walls had a much stronger impact than in the game.
Just one glance could make one feel an indescribable evil.
After a brief pause, Ron walked to the front of a statue.
He crouched down and knocked on the left side of the statue’s base.
It was hollow underneath.
Crack.
The Deluxe Dark Bible smashed the floor.
The fully strengthened +13 Dark Bible had destructive power even more exaggerated than a hammer.
Brushing away the debris on the surface, a treasure chest was revealed inside.
Finding every treasure chest in the game was the most basic quality of an RPG player.
These few houses had a total of three treasure chests.
For early-game players, these three treasure chests were very important.
Inside the three treasure chests were three beginner pieces of equipment, a handful of copper coins, and a few silver coins.
The money wasn’t much and had little impact on Ron.
Although he was an illegitimate son, he was still the son of a Duke and also a well-known scholar.
Ron himself was not very short on money.
In addition, there was a magic book that recorded the low-level magic Water Arrow.
[Ding, system prompt, congratulations to the host for learning low-level magic: Water Arrow!] After Ron opened the magic book and carefully read every incantation inside, the system prompt sounded at the right time.
Looking at the thin stream of water arrow shooting out from his fingertips, Ron revealed a smile that could even be called pure.
Right now, there was no one else here, and Ron didn’t need to pretend at all.
Although it was only the lowest-level magic, Ron played with it very happily.
After finding the three treasure chests, Ron returned to the courtyard and searched the corpse of Dawn Faruk, whose head had been crushed.
Looting corpses was also a basic quality of a player.
Inside the Storage Ring, there were a full 312 gold coins!
Oh, damn Dawn Faruk, you really are a damn bastard.
I really want to use my boots to kick your ass hard.
You actually have more money than me.
This was a considerable wealth, at least five times Ron’s current assets.
Thinking about in the game, when there were no bugs yet, after going through great hardship to finally kill this guy, and the reward was only a pitiful seven silver coins, Ron sighed with emotion.
He naturally put Dawn Faruk’s Storage Ring on his own finger… and conveniently strengthened it to +13.
In the real world, there were no restrictions like in the game.
As long as he wanted, he could wear rings on all ten fingers and hang necklaces all over his neck.
Although it might make him look like a stupid nouveau riche, his sense of security would definitely be full.
With this windfall, Ron’s mood became even better.
In the end, he stopped in front of a door.
This was the original Ron’s study.
Naturally, he had entered it in the game, but there was nothing special inside.
Aside from some books, there was nothing else.
As if guided by some unseen force, Ron pushed open the door.
The room was empty, with only a table and a chair.
The table was filled with various books, notebooks, and a turned-off magic lamp.
A quill pen rested on parchment, not even having time to be put away.
Ron had been forcibly taken away during his research to undergo the initiation ritual.
His fingers rubbed over the papers on the table.
The finely polished parchment gave a comfortable touch.
On it were records of some of Ron’s research on ancient texts.
What attracted Ron’s attention the most was a rubbing, a mottled stone tablet, and… a notebook, brand new.
He reached out and opened the notebook’s front page.
On the first page, there were traces of it being torn.
Taking out that piece of paper from his pocket and comparing it, the tear matched perfectly.
That piece of paper had been torn from this notebook.
“You will kill everyone, including yourself!” This was a sentence left behind by the original owner of this body.
Every time he thought of those scarlet twisted blood-written words, Ron could feel that bone-piercing chill.
Who exactly was this message left for?
Why use: you?
Repeating these two questions in his heart, Ron’s gaze moved to the next page.
On the next page, there were three equally scarlet, equally twisted large words: “Don’t continue…” Damn it!
Don’t continue what… fucking finish writing it.
Don’t you know cutting off mid-sentence is immoral?