As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

"For a moment, I couldn't understand what it meant."

"I wanted to ask the old man what the hell he was talking about, but the old man dropped a word, stuffed a tattered slate into my arms, and disappeared in front of me."

Ron's throat moved slightly.

The Black Sea has a constant temperature.

The temperature of around 20 degrees was very suitable for human survival, but Ron felt cold all over.

A long time ago, someone told Ron, the original owner of this body, that his existence would be replaced by someone else.

prophet!

Unlike him, the bumbling stickman, that mysterious old man is the real prophet.

When he met the original owner of the body, he had already seen his future.

Ron kept moving his throat, even though there was no saliva at all... Who is this old man?

After a brief pause, Ron digested some of the shock in his heart and continued to read.

The original owner of the body obviously turned a deaf ear to what the crazy old man said and didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, it was the stone slab the old man gave him that aroused his curiosity.

Ron's eyes narrowed into slits. It was because he touched this stone slab that he inexplicably entered the Soul Crossing Boat.

The stone slab contains a large number of mysterious ancient characters. To an ancient character scholar like the original owner of this body, these characters are more tempting than the most beautiful woman, and he has no way to resist them.

After that, the style of painting in the notebook changed suddenly.

On the paper, the records about the original Ron's daily life gradually decreased, and more were the research on the slate. Every time a word was researched, the original Ron was ecstatic.

This is really a pure scholar.

If he hadn't been kidnapped by the Eternal Freedom Sect because of his talent and knowledge, he might actually become a scholar who would go down in history in the future.

"This stone slab, I don't know its name, but it looks like it was taken from a certain stone tablet. According to my estimation, this stone slab only occupies a very small part of the stone tablet at most, and there are at least ten other pieces. , and even more slates.”

"Oh, Goddess of Nature, it would be great if we could get the whole stele together. How about I give this stele a name? How about the Chaos Stele? It feels good!"

"Damn, what's going on lately? I always hear some strange noises in my ears, as if someone is always talking in my ears, but if I listen carefully, I can't hear anything."

"Maybe it's because I've been working so hard during this period of time that I'm too tired. I need to rest."

"Those rubbish from the Eternal Freedom Sect actually want me to join them and translate those ancient books full of obscenity for them? Haha, dream on. As a believer of the Goddess of Nature, I will never succumb to these rubbish."

"Okay, actually, it's not impossible to translate a little bit... After all, the knife is placed on my neck."

"Ha, damn it, why can I hear those damn voices even in my dream...Who is talking in my ear?"

"There are more and more sounds, and it's getting more and more noisy. At first it seemed like there was only one person, but now it seems like there are people all around me... What happened to me? God, I'm going crazy."

The records behind the notes gradually began to become crazy.

Ron understood that the original owner of the body had begun to be contaminated in some way.

Ron couldn't help but move his throat. When he first touched the stone slab, he heard some strange mutterings. He even felt some mysterious gaze staring at him.

That feeling made his hair stand on end.

"Damn...my situation seems to have become more serious..."

"That group of rubbish from the Eternal Freedom Sect is of some use. They actually found a second slate... Unfortunately, these stupid guys actually regarded this slate as rubbish. They had no idea that this slate was far more valuable than The books they took out from the Eternal Freedom Sect are more valuable."

"Should I study this stone...my body may no longer allow me to do so."

"I'm a scholar, come on Ron!"

Ron's face was a little solemn. The original owner of this body had experienced much more than he had imagined. He had touched two stone slabs, and only one was left for him. The other one might have been recovered by the Eternal Freedom Sect.

"That's what it is, that's what it is..."

"slate……"

"I finally understood that this slate was not given to me by the old man. It was given to the guy who would replace me in the future... Haha, haha, I am just a sad tool used to deliver express delivery."

"The last words he said were not directed at me. I am just a sad supporting role. This is the case in the Copperfield family, and it will be the same in the future. Is this my destiny?"

"I'm not willing to do it, I'm not willing to do it, I'm not willing to do it... No one can try to influence my destiny."

His fingers continued to stroke the pages of the book, reading them one by one. It was the process of resistance of the original owner of this body. Ron could truly feel how repressed and crazy the former owner of this body was.

The date of the note was suddenly interrupted for a while.

Ron couldn't tell what the original owner of the body had experienced during this period, but just when he was about to turn to the end of the notebook, the style of the painting suddenly changed:

"Actually, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with being replaced. At least I don't have to bear those costs myself."

"Whoever replaces me in the future, I wish you good luck, sincerely."

"Also, let me tell you what the old man said before he left...be careful..."

"Partridge!"

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Chapter 55 Don’t open that door (four thousand votes requested)

Careful about Partridge?

Ron's eyes suddenly shrank!

Why did the former owner of the body suddenly mention this name?

Partridge replaced Archibald, invented ancient writing, and was revered as a sage. Ron could confirm that Partridge was the product of the repairman's work to wrap up the world line.

Given Ron's position, it was only natural to be careful with the repairman's creation.

But, Saint Patrick, he existed thousands of years ago, could he still be alive?

Ron could understand that some powerful old monsters could live for hundreds or even thousands of years, but history books clearly recorded that Patridge had died long ago at the age of 193... It was even said that Patridge had an extremely grand funeral.

According to historical records, five kings and seven popes personally carried Partridge's coffin.

Thousands of masters and countless well-known scholars attended the funeral.

Could it be that Patridge was just faking his death and is actually still alive?

But it is self-evident how difficult it is to fake death in front of so many masters.

Why did that mysterious old man tell him this through the original owner of his body?

How far into the future did that guy see?

For a moment, Ron felt an inexplicable fear.

This mysterious old man...

On the soul-ferrying boat, the soul of Celeos is waiting for him.

The mysterious sight you feel when you touch the Chaos Slate?

In the Church of the Dawn Goddess, the Goddess of Dawn is watching and entangling!

This gave him a terrifying feeling of being completely seen through.

Ron didn't like this feeling.

What surprised Ron even more was what the original owner of the body had experienced...no, or rather, knew something? How could he actually let go of his unwillingness, his fight against fate, and calmly accept the outcome of being replaced?

From these words, Ron could even feel lucky.

An indescribable feeling of fear, like countless furry bugs and cockroaches crawling behind my neck and inside my clothes.

Ron continued to flip through his notes silently, and the records behind him became increasingly confusing.

It was obvious that the original owner of the body had been eroded more and more deeply.

He almost couldn't bear it anymore, and the records in his notebook were filled up crazily. Occasionally, he could even see scarlet color on the paper.

Unconsciously, Ron turned the note to the end, and the handwriting on the last page suddenly became normal:

"I don't know who will replace me and become the owner of this body. I bless you."

"There is only darkness in front of me, I can't see hope!"

"I'm not that strong of a person, maybe you can, who knows?"

"Perhaps you, like me, are just miserable toys."

"We're just hapless wretches."

"But... future Ron... you will kill everyone, including yourself."

The familiar words made Ron's heart tremble. The content recorded in another new notebook obviously started from here. The original owner of the body seemed to want to record more, but had lost his power.

Ron stroked the pages of the book with his fingertips, and his gaze shifted quietly to the back with trembling and fear.

New words appeared before my eyes.

"Also, don't..."

"Open...that...door!!!"

Snapped!

Ron couldn't hold it back after all. His hand shook and the notebook fell to the ground.

What do you mean don't open that door again?

Which door?

Could it be that it was a special task issued by System Elsa? Which door was opened after completing all the strategy tasks?

Why do you say don't open it again?

再？

In an instant, countless questions appeared in Ron's mind.

Even with Ron's temperament, he couldn't calm down at this time. There was a storm in his mind. He never thought that the notes of the original owner of the body would have such a big impact.

Could it be said that the original owner of the body had once entered that door? Otherwise, why would you use the word "Zai"?

He also has a system like him? It's impossible, at least, the original owner of the body has not completed the thirteen strategy missions... Maybe, there is more than one way to open that door? Could it be related to the Chaos Slate?

Maybe it's not the same door? Are there other doors that exist?

But why is there no memory of the original owner of the body opening or even entering that door in his mind? Even though the memory he inherited was incomplete, there wasn't even a trace of it left, as if it had been forcibly emptied by some mysterious force.

What did the original owner of the body see behind the door? What did you hear? What do you know?

Was it because Ron had entered that door that he was filled with despair about the future and was grateful that his existence was replaced by others?

What kind of scene is that, that can actually crush a person's will to such an extent?

Which one should he believe in the last words of the original owner of the system and the body?

For a moment, Ron fell into unprecedented chaos, and his body was constantly squirming.

Fortunately, there was thick fog outside, so even if the notebook fell, Agnes would not notice it.

After a long time, Ron finally squatted down slowly and picked up the notes again with trembling fingers.

He took a deep breath and looked at Agnes who was more than ten meters away. He tried to adjust his throat so that his voice would not tremble. Soon, a deep voice slowly spread across the Soul Ferry: "Agnes, you did a good job."

He is just a four-star extraordinary person... What is extraordinary means that he is a little stronger than ordinary mortals.

Who is Agnes? One of the four pillars of the Eternal Freedom Sect, he is at the top of the pyramid of the entire Granville Kingdom. He is so powerful that he can even leave a legendary existence.

It feels a bit weird for him, a four-star extraordinary person, to praise a legendary master with the tone of a superior, an elder.

Although he felt a little weird in his heart, it did not affect Ron's performance.

But Agnes was a little happy, she giggled a little, her face turned red. The originally tense body seemed to relax a little.

Ron's voice, not only without the slightest embarrassment, even became more ethereal, full of mystery, and the tone was just right: "Agnes, I'll give you another task."

"I obey Mr. Captain's orders!" Agnes replied obediently.

"Protect someone!"

"Who?"