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

Little Heizi!

Ron felt that this name was actually quite appropriate!

The system didn't answer, it just floated in the air, silently watching Ron with the same... no, even more indifferent eyes as before.

The look in his eyes made Ron feel a little guilty, and he smiled dryly: "If you don't like it, forget it."

"Then let's call you...Elsa!"

The system seemed to be quite satisfied with the name. It turned away and ignored Ron. I don't know if it was Ron's illusion. I always felt that the system seemed a little more agile than before.

Like...a little bit of humanity?

Immediately Ron burst into laughter, even if this system could be conquered...but the system was just a system after all.

Birth of humanity?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Elsa is really just an image evolved by the system. Her graceful and graceful figure is completely unaffected by gravity. Her body falls lightly on Ron's shoulders. Even if her seemingly round buttocks sits on Ron's shoulders, it is completely Nothing tactile.

A pair of white calves swayed gently on Ron's chest, and a section of delicate skin above the knees even touched Ron's cheek from time to time.

Hey, I’m wearing a model!

Ron complained in his heart. Ron had already been thinking about what to do next and how to live in this world.

Although he is a villain, this does not mean that Ron will always exist in this world as a believer of the sect.

Believers of the evil god will never end well, Ron knew this very well.

Most importantly, the sect has one damn rule, and that is... sharing.

Sharing is even more exaggerated than sharing bikes.

Ron would never accept this damn rule no matter what.

With Ron's current strength, it is basically impossible to leave the Kingdom of Granville. Although the branches of the sect look rubbish, it does not mean that the sect as a whole is rubbish.

The Eternal Freedom Sect can silently erode the entire kingdom... no, it is the Northern Continent. Without enough ability, it will never be able to do this.

The Larnaca City branch is just a small stronghold of the sect that cannot be smaller.

Arranging Ron here actually had the purpose of not wanting to attract too many people's attention... Unfortunately, the brilliant minds of the branch directly captured Irelia in order to complete Ron's initiation ceremony, which caused a lot of attention. A series of troubles.

There are also thirty-six patrol envoys in the sect, each of whom is comparable in strength to the bishop of the Church of the Dawn Goddess.

The Thirteen Apostles are as powerful as the Archbishop.

As for the most mysterious four-pillar gods, their strength is even more unfathomable.

Ron's own family knew about his own affairs. Although the enhanced equipment allowed him to crush Herman and crush Dawn Farooq's head, facing these truly strong men, his strength was not worth mentioning.

If you want to survive under the threat of the sect, joining their arch-enemy, the Church of the Dawn Goddess, is naturally the best choice.

The Church of the Goddess of Dawn is one of the seven most orthodox churches in this worldview. Although the strength of each church is weaker than the other due to various reasons, until the last chapter, the Church of the Goddess of Dawn still exists. It is an ability in itself.

Moreover, according to the plot of the game, Gerald, the archbishop of the Church of the Dawn Goddess stationed in Larnaca City, is also a rare and decent character.

He knew Ron's true identity and knew that killing Ron would cause a series of major impacts. The knowledge Ron mastered was also crucial to the Church of the Dawn Goddess. There were also many ancient classics in the Church of the Dawn Goddess that urgently needed to be interpreted. , he was very dissatisfied and regretful that Herman chopped Ron into pulp.

So now, if Ron has not destroyed Irelia's chastity, Gerald may even come over to invite Ron in person. This is a pretty good opportunity to get rid of the sect.

After taking a short rest, Ron stretched and turned to look at the houses.

The weird reliefs on the wall are far more impactful than in the game. You can feel the indescribable evil just by looking at them.

After a brief pause, Ron walked towards the front of a statue. He squatted down, reached out and knocked on the left side of the statue's foot. The bottom was empty.

Snap.

The hardcover version of the Dark Bible smashed the floor, strengthening the destructive power of Man Thirteen's Dark Bible. It was even more exaggerated than a hammer. The gravel on the surface was wiped away, and a treasure chest was revealed inside.

Finding every treasure chest in the game is the most basic quality for an RPG player.

There are a total of three treasure chests in these rooms. For early game players, these three treasure chests are very important.

There are three pieces of novice equipment, a handful of copper plates, and a few silver coins in the three treasure chests.

He didn't have much money, and it didn't have much influence on Ron. Although he was a bastard, he was still the son of a duke and a well-known scholar. Ron himself was not very short of money.

Plus a magic book recording low-level magic water arrows.

[Beep, the system prompts, congratulations to the host for acquiring low-level magic: water archery! 】

After Ron opened the magic book and carefully read every spell in it, the system prompt sounded at the right time.

Looking at the slender water arrow flying out from his fingertips, Ron's face showed an innocent smile. There was no one else here, and Ron didn't need to pretend to be anything.

Although it was only the lowest level of magic, Ron had a lot of fun playing it.

After searching for the three treasure chests, Ron returned to the yard and groped around on the body of Dawn Farooq, whose head had been crushed.

Touching corpses is also a basic quality for a player.

There are a total of 312 gold coins in the storage ring!

Oh, damn Dawn Farooq, you are such a damn bastard, I really want to kick your ass with my boot, you have more money than me.

This is a huge fortune, at least five times Ron's current net worth.

Thinking that in the game, when there were no bugs at that time, he had to go through all the trouble to finally kill this guy, but the harvest was only a pitiful seven silver coins, Ron sighed.

As a matter of course, he put Dawn Farouk's storage ring on his hand... and strengthened it to thirteen by the way.

In the real world, there are no in-game restrictions at all. As long as he wants, he can wear rings on all ten fingers and necklaces on his neck. Although he may look like a stupid upstart, he is absolutely safe. .

With this windfall, Ron felt even happier.

Finally, he stopped in front of a door. This was the original Ron's study. He had gone in in the game, but there was nothing special inside, except for some books. By some mistake, Ron opened 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 was placed on the parchment without even having time to put it away.

During the research process, Ron was forcibly taken there to undergo the initiation ceremony.

His fingers rubbed the paper on the table, and a comfortable touch came from the very finely polished parchment, which recorded some of Ron's research on ancient characters.

What caught Ron's attention most was a rubbing, a mottled slate, and...a notebook, brand new.

He reached out and opened the notebook.

On the first page, there were signs of being torn off. I took the piece of paper out of my pocket and compared it. The cracks matched perfectly. The piece of paper was torn from this notebook.

"You will kill everyone, including yourself!"

These are the words left by the original owner of this body.

Whenever he thought of the crimson and twisted words in blood, Ron could feel the coldness seeping into his bones.

To whom did he leave this message?

Why use: you?

Repeating these two questions in his mind, Ron looked at the next page. On the next page, there were three large words in the same scarlet color and the same distortion: "No more..."

Damn it!

Don't say anything more...you have to finish writing it.

Don’t you know that out of context is unethical?

Chapter 2 is here, updated today