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

God knows, when Ron saw this string of words, what a strong impact he suffered deep in his heart.

It was all due to his tenacity that he finally managed not to scream.

He quietly glanced at Agnes, who was more than ten meters away. Fortunately, Agnes didn't notice anything unusual about him.

I think she should be very tall, mysterious, and steady in Agnes's mind. If such a being has huge mood swings because of the notes of an ordinary anthropologist, it will definitely damage her image.

After two seconds, Ron let out a breath and then locked his eyes on the notebook again.

Start reading from the beginning of the notebook.

The notebook is very thick, about twice as thick as a gold coin standing upright. Even if the paper is rough, the number of pages is staggering.

It is said to be a notebook, but in fact it is more like a combination of notes and diary.

The above begins with Ron still in the Spang Theocracy and the Copperfield family, and records a large number of daily life and research results in daily life.

According to records, in the Copperfield family, Ron also has three older sisters, two younger sisters, and three younger brothers. Although Ron is the eldest son of the family, he is not taken seriously. The power struggle within the family makes the original Ron En was very bored, so she ran away from home.

Perhaps because there are enough heirs in the family, the Copperfield family doesn't really care about a less outstanding heir running away.

Ron simply glanced at these contents, flicking his fingers quickly, page after page, looking for content that really interested him.

This is quite a long time.

Agnes just stayed there quietly, waiting.

I don't know how much time passed, but when more than half of the thick notebook in his hand had been turned over, Ron's movements suddenly stopped.

"I'm really unlucky today. I met an old madman."

"Out of good intentions, I gave my breakfast to this old man, but this guy suddenly went crazy. He grabbed my wrist and talked nonsense in his mouth."

"Oh, listen, what is this guy talking about? He's saying I'm going to be replaced by someone else???"

"What do you mean by this? Could it be that my position in the ancient writing research community will be replaced by other better people? If this is the case, that would be a good thing, although I don't think I have any influence in the ancient writing research circle. The status is worth mentioning.”

"I'm just a rookie, and there are countless seniors above me who are better than me."

"No, you are wrong. This weird old man stared at me with his bloodshot eyes wide open, repeating these words nervously."

"As a scholar of ancient writing, I often go to places like ancient ruins. I have seen all kinds of dangerous mechanisms, I am used to pale bones, and I can also be calm about all kinds of mysterious and cruel sacrificial rituals. I thought I I'm brave enough, but the old man's eyes still make my hair stand on end."

"No, you are wrong... His voice is like a ghost, floating in my ears: What is being replaced is not your position."

"It's your existence itself!"

"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's throat kept moving, even though there was no trace of saliva... Who on earth 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.

There are a large number of mysterious ancient texts recorded on the stone tablets. For a scholar of ancient texts like the original owner of the body, this has a temptation that is even more exaggerated than that of the most beautiful woman. He has no way to resist it.

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 the Eternal Freedom Sect and translate those ancient classics full of obscenity for them? Haha, dreaming, as a believer of the Goddess of Nature, I will never succumb to these people. 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 squirm his throat. When he first touched the stone slab, he also heard some strange murmurs. He even felt some mysterious eyes watching 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 looked a little solemn. The original owner of the body had experienced far more than he imagined. He had come into contact with two stone slabs, and only one was left to him. The other might have been recycled by the Eternal Freedom Sect.

"So that's it, that's it..."

"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 caress the pages of the book, and he read page after page. It was the process of the body's original owner's resistance. Ron could truly feel how depressed and crazy the body's former owner 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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