Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 188 Ninth-Order Magic Fragments
Will they... die?
Upon hearing this answer, the students who had almost resorted to mental resonance several times felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

If he hadn't heeded Ron's instructions, then those people groaning in pain on the ground right now would be their fate.

A wave of relief and lingering fear washed over them as they looked at Ron's retreating figure, filled with boundless gratitude and awe.

"Mr. Ron, is there... any hope for them?"

A student asked tremblingly.

"Maybe so."

Ron stood up, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Due to the overuse of mental resonance, these people's minds have uncontrollably transformed into the power of the god of magic.

The mastermind behind the scenes is extracting power from them, which is equivalent to cutting their souls bit by bit.

When the soul is damaged to a certain extent, even if it is saved, it will become mentally retarded or intellectually disabled.

To truly save them, the mastermind behind the scenes must be dealt with and the evil ritual interrupted before things escalate.

For him, who had acquired the power of [Evolution], this was not a difficult task.

But the current problem is... he is in his sea of ​​consciousness and has no way of contacting the mastermind behind the scenes.

Backhand?

There's no such thing.

Regarding the speculation about when the mastermind would cause trouble, he predicted that after the magic festival ended, as long as he went out and cooperated with Beta's research, all the problems would be solved.

As a result, the opponent chose to make their move before the halfway point of the magic festival, which was indeed unexpected.

"We need to find a way to leave the sea of ​​consciousness ahead of time."

Otherwise, by the time you come out after the magic festival, it will be too late.

Ron devised a feasible plan.

Saving others is secondary; self-preservation is the primary concern.

The mastermind behind this might be able to control the power of the god of magic, and could soon move freely at the magic altar.

At that time, his body might not be safe inside the magic altar.

Of course, he could easily teleport out of the magic altar with a single thought using the [Return to Town Scroll].

But leaving like that, it's unlikely they'll ever be able to enter the Magic City again.

And you'll miss out on a lot of good things.

"help me……"

Hector, who was struggling in pain on the ground, reached out his hand to Ron for help. He had heard everything Ron had said.

He seemed to know very well that, given how things had developed, perhaps only Ron could save him.

Ron looked at Hector and decided to give it a try.

He walked toward Hector.

"Ron... Your Majesty Ron, please... save me..."

Hector watched Ron approach and made a difficult plea.

His polite and respectful words were a stark contrast to his previous arrogance and rudeness.

"I still prefer your previous rebellious self."

Ron crouched down and said.

Faced with Ron's ridicule, Hector did not retaliate with harsh words, but simply silently withdrew his clenched fist.

"Well, it's not shameful to do it in order to survive."

Ron chuckled and stopped humiliating him.

"How much magic have you found?"

he asked.

Hector remained silent.

Ron's words meant to him that he wanted to use the outcome of the contest as a condition for saving him.

He struggled.

If they concede defeat, the Emerald Kingdom will have to hand over the territory formerly belonging to the Kingdom of Layton.

If he doesn't admit defeat, he might very well die here.

How should I choose?
"In the contest... I concede defeat."

After struggling and thinking for more than half a minute, he finally made his choice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron felt the eerie, unseen gaze that had been present ever since the agreed-upon competition and the oath sworn to the gods vanish.

Hector seemed to have misunderstood something.

Although that wasn't what he meant by asking the question, he was too lazy to explain.

"take it out."

He reached out his hand, asking Hector for his share.

"Ron, don't push your luck. I've already given up, and you still want my things? These belong to the Grey Mage's House. I dare to give them to you, but do you dare to take them?"

Hector wanted to condemn Ron's immoral behavior.

But people under the eaves have to bow their heads.

Only if he offers benefits will the other party be more likely to actually save him.

Giving up the contest is not a good thing for Ron.

Even though Ron didn't save him and he died in the Dead Sea, Ron could still win the contest.

Hector obediently handed over the Pandora's Box, which was adorned with magic.

"You've gotten quite fat from eating so much."

Ron took the Pandora's Box and scanned it with his mind. Inside, it was filled with a dazzling array of magical orbs, numbering in the hundreds.

There are more than 30 high-level spells, and even three seventh-level spells.

This is only five days, but it is enough to be called a historic breakthrough.

It's worth noting that in previous Magic Festivals, the entire Grey Mage Academy combined might not have achieved this level of success.

Let Hector search for the remaining ten days; he might be able to get his hands on an eighth-tier spell.

As expected of the enlightenment potion meticulously prepared for these people by the mastermind behind the scenes, its efficacy is truly remarkable.

Of course, the side effects are also very good.

For a seventh-tier powerhouse like Hector to be in such pain, he must have been using mental resonance to his advantage.

Having an astrologer by your side and still needing to rely on external help, you can only say you brought it on yourself.

"Is this the source of your confidence in proposing a challenge?"

Ron laughed.

Hector: How could I be so fearless?
Even if he could break the Grey Witch Academy's previous historical record, he was still somewhat worried that he wouldn't be able to beat Ron.

If the magic festival proceeds smoothly to its end, the facts will prove him right.

"Unbind you."

Ron tossed Pandora's Box back to Hector and said.

Hector said nothing and quickly untied the binding.

Ron took Pandora's Box again, got up and left.

"Your Majesty Ron... Your Majesty Ron, you..."

Hector watched as Ron took the things and left, and his expression turned anxious.

But then Ron walked to an open space and took out all the magic from Pandora's Box.

Orbs of magical light of varying sizes rose and fell in the air.

Ron closed the door to the main hall and then found a seat inside.

My inexplicable behavior gives people the impression that I'm giving up.

"Your Majesty Ron, what are you doing?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Hector questioned him.

He who had just wanted Ron to leave now desperately wanted Ron to leave.

Although having Ron under my nose would make me feel at ease... no, not at all.

With Ron in his current state of slacking off, there's no chance of a miracle happening if he stays in the main hall.

It would be better to let Ron leave here. Even if he continues to languish outside, at least there will be something to look forward to.

So that they won't die in despair.

"Your Majesty Ron, please think of a solution quickly."

"Your Majesty Ron, you can't do this! Your students will die too!"

Several people around Hector also began to plead. However, Ron remained unmoved, sitting there with his eyes closed, seemingly resting.

"Ron, you broke your promise."

"Ron, you don't deserve to be called a hero!"

The plea eventually turned into shouting and cursing.

However, Ron remained unmoved.

"Mr. Ron, what should we do now?"

Until one student couldn't bear the torment any longer and stepped forward to ask.

"wait."

Ron calmly gave a brief answer without offering any explanation.

The most efficient way to rescue these people right now is to wait.

They wait for the others in the maze to sense the powerful magical fluctuations here and gather here.

There are still many people in the maze who haven't used the Mind Resonance ability.

They either remained vigilant in times of peace or heeded Ron's warnings.

Or they might follow a group and take advantage of the chaos.

Now that their teachers and colleagues have all fallen ill, they must be thinking of seeking help.

The only groups that can help them are other organizations.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the most effective way to find other groups is to converge on the location where spiritual resonance is strongest.

Of course, the place where the spiritual resonance is strongest is right here.

More than thirty high-level spells and three seventh-level spells were displayed without reservation.

If the magic hidden in the other halls is like a dusty lantern, then the magic here is like a kilowatt fluorescent light.

If they use mental resonance, they will definitely notice this place and be able to deduce that someone is doing this deliberately to gather living forces.

They don't need to use mental resonance; they just need those who have used mental resonance to lead the way.

Therefore, people will definitely be heading this way.

All he needs to do now is wait patiently.

At this point, some people might ask, what is the purpose of gathering these people together?
Before answering this question, we need to clarify one thing.

The person known as the God of Magic was the strongest being of that era and had obtained the basic condition for becoming a god: power.

But for some unknown reason, he ultimately did not become a god.

Before his death, he poured all his life's work—magic, spell arrays, potion recipes—into the Demon God Altar without reservation.

Ron wasn't sure what kind of magic the God of Magic possessed. But what was certain was that the God of Magic was a being who had mastered multiple ninth-tier spells, as well as tenth-tier transcendental spells.

The Demon God Altar is activated every five years. Countless years have passed, and countless people have participated in the Magic Festival, but why has no one been able to find ninth-order magic within it?

Was it because our predecessors weren't hardworking or smart enough?
of course not.

Actually, to be honest, they have already found ninth-order magic.

It was just a fragment of a ninth-order magic.

That's right.

Before the God of Magic died, he broke down all the ninth and tenth-tier magic he knew into countless high-tier and low-tier magic.

To obtain true ninth-tier magic, one must first gain the approval of the [Evolution] power, and then slowly fuse the fragments on one's own.

The magic festival is essentially a trial by the god of magic.

As long as one inherits the power and fuses it to create ninth-tier magic, the trial can be ended early.

At this point, many people probably understand Ron's purpose.

Yes, the purpose of gathering these people is not to gather living forces, but to gather the magic collected from them.

Ron has now inherited the power of [Evolution], and all he needs is enough magic to fuse with ninth-order magic.

Although he knew the general distribution of high-level magic in his sea of ​​consciousness, it would be too time-consuming to search for them one by one.

Moreover, the presence of Enlightenment Potions at this Magic Festival might mean that even some high-level spells have been discovered.

He went to their door, only to find no one there, which was a waste of his time.

Wasting even a second now could very well lead to failure.

Therefore, the most efficient approach is to get these people to come together on their own initiative.

They also have to thank the Enlightenment Potion here; with it, the magic they've collected should be enough.

Otherwise, based on the effectiveness of previous magic festivals, even if all of them were gathered together, it wouldn't be enough to fuse one or two eighth-tier spells.

"A 70% compatibility should be enough."

While waiting, Ron explored and studied the [Evolution] power.

He is still in the initial stages of understanding and adapting to the integration of magic.

Whether these people can successfully leave their sea of ​​consciousness in the end depends on how tough their fate is.

Time passes minute by minute.

Just as Ron had predicted, half a day later, the sound of rather wary footsteps and uncertain discussions could be heard outside the main hall.

"This is it. The magical energy is so strong."

They pushed open the door and entered.

"My God, so many high-level spells... floating in the air?!"

"There's someone inside, it's...it's Professor Ron from White Mage Academy!"

One after another, dozens of teams arrived at the palace gate.

However, most teams have a small number of members, averaging only two or three.

The only teams with a large number of members were Glovi's and Laura's teams.

The number of people who have not used the Qiming drug is still in the minority.

It doesn't matter how many people there are, as long as the magic has been brought.

"Professor Ron, what... what exactly is going on?"

Every team that comes here asks this question.

They dared not disturb Ron, who was resting with his eyes closed, and could only seek help from the students of the White Mockingjay.

However, the students of the White Mockingjay were also completely baffled, and could only tell them that Ron had a way to rescue these people and to wait patiently.

The group had no other choice but to wait there.

They were very disciplined and did not try to steal the dazzling magic in the air.

The main problem is that even if you wanted to, you couldn't win.

Most of the teachers in their team had taken the Enlightenment Potion, and the students who hadn't were practically useless in combat.

Ron, a seventh-tier peak archmage, was enough to intimidate a group of villains, not to mention Glovi who arrived later.

After a day and a half of waiting, and as fewer and fewer teams arrived, Ron, who had been the center of attention, finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Mr. Ron, can you tell me how to rescue everyone now?"

Laura from Windmark Academy immediately stepped forward and asked.

They had already learned from the students who followed Ron why these people had become like this.

I also know the seriousness of the matter.

Now they desperately want to know how to save everyone.

"I need the magic collected from you."

Ron got straight to the point.

"What can these spells do?"

Laura asked.

"If we can combine these magic spells, we can get out. Once we get out, we can save them."

Ron said calmly.

"Fusion magic?"

"How is this possible?"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt that Ron's idea was far-fetched.

In their minds, each spell is independent and cannot be combined.

Ron didn't speak, but answered with his actions.

He raised his hand, and a strange fluctuation containing the power of [Evolution] flowed from his fingertips.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, a fifth-tier wind-attribute spell and a fifth-tier fire-attribute spell seemed to be drawn together, slowly approaching each other. Enveloped in the chaotic fluctuations, they began to merge and transform.

Runes reconstructed, energy reorganized... ultimately, it transformed into a sixth-order magic with an even more superior aura!
(End of this chapter)