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

The repairman died.

It was so easy that even Ron found it unbelievable.

But when I thought about it again, I felt it was very normal.

After all, he is no longer just Ron now. He has inherited the will and power of hundreds of gods. He is more like a combination of some strong desires. With his current strength, destroying a mere repairman is a piece of cake.

After getting rid of the repairman, Ron casually shook his hands to get rid of the disgusting stuff stuck on them. He turned around and saw that the battlefield was already in chaos. However, in this chaos, he could still clearly see that the situation had become somewhat different.

The appearance of hundreds of Dusk Kings completely reversed the situation on the battlefield.

If the Keeper of Fate could appear in person, he might be able to easily suppress hundreds of Dusk Kings, but being able to extend one arm is already his limit. The laws left by the first generation Dusk King for the Dusk Continent are too powerful, so powerful that even the Keeper of Fate finds it difficult to break through.

Just like hundreds of ferocious beasts, they didn't care whether they would get hurt or even die. They just wanted to kill these so-called gods and administrators.

That was the only obsession that allowed them to persist in the coffin for tens of thousands of years.

The splattering blood turned into rain, covering the entire world.

Torn flesh and broken bones fell from the sky like huge hail.

Death happens every moment.

I don’t know when it started, but the angels are no longer seen on the battlefield. Maybe they have escaped, or maybe they are all dead. Who knows? After all, on the current battlefield, no one has the time to care about the little angels.

The gods are falling.

The Dusk King is falling.

The Administrator is falling.

Everyone seemed to have turned into a group of lunatics, as if they had completely forgotten why the war started.

This situation is obviously not what the destiny keepers want to see.

The unexpected situation made the Fate Keeper extremely annoyed. He shook his huge arm violently, and Elsa, Ostara, the Blasphemer and Zhou Yang who were originally entangled with the Fate Keeper were all blown away.

The next second, accompanied by a rumbling sound, the huge palm began to rise slowly and gradually, trying to retract back into the heaven.

In fact, this guy is not slow at all.

It’s just that this arm is too huge and cannot be completely retracted in a short time.

"cut."

A low roar was heard from deep underground.

That is the voice of the blasphemer.

The next moment, the blasphemer's giant black hand was seen, which instantly evolved into a huge four-hundred-meter-long black sword. The blade swept across the sky, and the entire sky was almost torn in half by the blasphemer. The sky was shaking violently.

In an instant, the black sword had reached the side of the palm of the Destiny Keeper, and the blade cut through instantly.

Swish.

A huge arm was cut off by the black sword.

Like a giant pillar, it fell from the sky to the ground.

The whole earth trembled.

Immediately, countless dense black tentacles quickly entangled with it, dragging the giant finger and quickly disappearing deep into the ground.

It can be seen that this guy Archibald has not been idle for hundreds of years. Although he has been hiding in the abyss, he has never slacked off in his practice, and his own strength has also increased.

If the blasphemer meets the repairman now, it will only take a few moves for Archibald to kill the repairman.

The palm of the Destiny Keeper twitched suddenly, and then the speed of recovery increased again.

In an instant, the giant hand disappeared from the battlefield.

Even the huge vortex in the sky disappeared completely.

Those administrators and gods were all abandoned on the Dusk Continent by the Fate Maintainer, left to fend for themselves.

In the eyes of God, angels are consumables, and in the eyes of administrators, God is consumables.

Similarly, in the eyes of the maintainers of destiny, there is not much difference between the so-called administrators and consumables.

Ron tried to intercept the Fate Keeper, but unfortunately he was a step too late. When Ron appeared in that area, the vortex had disappeared completely.

If the remaining administrators and gods were all killed, Twilight Continent would at least be able to enjoy thousands of years of peace, right? But this was not what Ron wanted. As long as the Destiny Maintainer existed, the crisis of Twilight Continent would not be resolved.

He raised his hand and punched the air in front of him.

hum.

Chirping.

The space shattered into pieces.

There was even a black hole in front of the fist.

On the other side of the hole, there is a hexagonal barrier that separates the Dusk Continent from the heaven.

The fan-like hand had just crushed the body of a god. Zhou Yang happened to see this scene and his eyelids jumped immediately. He thought back then, he had used a super magic cannon to barely blast out the barrier between the heaven and the Dusk Continent. Now, Ron's casual punch actually caused the same effect.

How strong is Ron now?

Could it be that the power of a random punch is comparable to the bombardment of a super magic cannon?

Isn’t this a bit too exaggerated?

It’s a pity that although the barrier was blasted out, it ultimately did not have the power to penetrate it.

Ron sighed. Even though he just swung his fists casually just now, he was actually attacking with all his strength without any reservation.

Just when Ron was feeling melancholy, two rays of light suddenly flew towards him from a far distance.

One light comes from Elsa, and one light comes from Lucia and Selma.

Seeing the two rays of light, Ron's eyes were filled with confusion. He subconsciously stretched out his hands, and the two rays of light fell into Ron's palms.

From Elsa's side is a bracelet with a heart-shaped pendant.

The one from Lucia and Selma was a star-and-moon shaped brooch.

Heart of the Goddess.

Heart of the stars and the moon.

Just as a question mark appeared in Ron's mind, he suddenly felt something unusual in front of him. Looking up, he saw that the originally regular hexagonal, solid barrier suddenly became like water waves.

The door is opened?

Ron's eyelids jumped. Although there was no door in front of him, this thought came to his mind.

After a brief hesitation, Ron stretched out his right hand, and the next second Ron's pupils contracted.

His right hand actually penetrated the barrier directly.

The next second, with a whoosh, Ron's entire body passed through the barrier.

He thought he was going to heaven.

I heard Elsa say before that the so-called heaven is a huge sky island with various tall and magnificent buildings on it.

However, when Ron looked around, he did not see such a scene. The surroundings were dim and gloomy. There was a chandelier above his head, shaking gently, and the room was flickering.

There wasn't even a window in the room, so there was no way to see what was outside.

There was a long table in front of him, and opposite the table, there was a figure.

Ron had thought about what the Destiny Keeper looked like, such as a giant who was so tall that he could grab a planet in his palm, a huge rotten piece of meat covered with tentacles, or even a pure spiritual life form...

The only thing he never thought of was that it would be an ordinary human being.

He looked to be in his twenties or thirties, about 1.7 meters tall, which was even a bit short in the Dusk Continent. He had an eye on his nose and looked gentle and refined. If he hadn't lost a finger on his right hand, Ron would have found it hard to believe that this guy was the Destiny Keeper.

Noticing Ron's gaze, the Fate Keeper looked himself up and down and said, "Seeing my appearance, do you feel that the image in your mind is about to collapse?"

His voice is also very gentle, with a little magnetism, and not annoying.

"Kind of."

"Would you like something to drink?" the Destiny Keeper asked again.

The tone was still neither hurried nor slow, and the attitude made it hard to believe that both sides wanted to kill each other's enemies not long ago.

"Tea? Coffee? Coke?"

"Coke."

The Fate Keeper nodded and looked at the table in front of Ron: "In the next second, a bottle of Coke will appear in front of you..."

One second after the voice fell, a bottle of Coke, Pepsi, appeared in front of Ron.

Although Ron had been staring at it, he could not figure out where the Coke came from. He had a strange look on his face. He picked up the Coke and the cool touch penetrated his fingers and spread throughout his body. It was actually iced. Good service.

Snap.

Ron pulled the ring open.

He raised his head, and the black liquid gurgled into Ron's mouth.

That familiar, stimulating taste exploded on his taste buds, and in an instant, Ron felt relaxed all over.

A familiar feeling, like a dream.

Ron couldn't remember how long it had been since he last tasted this flavor.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

After a brief silence, the Fate Keeper spoke again: "You should know that I am unkillable. No one in this world or this universe can kill me, and you are no exception."

Ron nodded: "I know."

He had already understood this when he obtained the Heart of the Goddess and the Heart of the Stars and the Moon.

There are two doors.

A door that opens the barrier between the Dusk Continent and the Heaven Realm.

A door is exile, leading to the unknown.

Destiny cannot be destroyed, only exiled.

"You will die in the next second."

The Fate Keeper spoke again.

As soon as the voice fell, Ron suddenly felt that his life was being taken away. He snapped his fingers and said, "Go back in time."

The feeling of being deprived of life quickly disappeared, and the time in the entire room was pulled back to a few seconds ago.

At this moment, the Fate Keeper was opening his mouth and speaking, but... his voice suddenly paused for a moment. Although it was only a moment, the Fate Keeper clearly knew what had happened: "Sure enough, I can't kill you either."

That's right, for Ron who has mastered the ability to rewind time, he can completely turn back time when he is seriously injured and dying.

Time is indeed one of the most mysterious forces in the world.

No less powerful than fate.

"I want to know why I lost?" The Fate Keeper was not disappointed. His eyes were flickering. "I have clearly calculated everything..."

Ron's lips curled up into a smile: "There are some things in this world that cannot be calculated, such as... human hearts."

That’s right, it’s the human heart.

The human heart is immeasurable.

The Fate Keepers can calculate life and death, but they cannot calculate the tens of millions of civilians who are willing to take up arms against the powerful gods.

The Destiny Keeper can calculate earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and natural disasters, but he cannot calculate the Dusk King's obsession.

He can peek into the future, but he doesn't know that the future will change because of people's hearts.

The Destiny Keeper trusts his own calculations.

The first Dusk King believed more in human hearts.

He believed that under his protection, over a long period of time, a being capable of fighting against the Keeper of Destiny would surely be born.

He knew that the Destiny Maintainer needed to dominate the fate of all living beings in a world. Only after accomplishing this feat could he become the true Lord of Destiny.

He also knew that in order to achieve this goal, the Destiny Keeper would use high-pressure tactics against the Dusk Continent.

Under this kind of suppression, many people might die, but the higher the pressure, the greater the chance that a powerful person who transcends the limit will be born. Ron even suspected that the loophole in the rules of the first Dusk King's soul evolution might have been left by him on purpose.

Ron exhaled slowly: "You should leave."

Just behind the Destiny Keeper, a door appeared, a door leading to the unknown.

Turning his head to take a look, the Fate Keeper looked at Ron again with a strange expression: "Should I say that I will come back?"

……

The mountains and rivers are broken.

The Dusk Continent has almost become a ruin.

The once whole Dusk Continent was split into seven parts.

The place where the Spang Theocracy and Granville are located has become the only world among the seven continents where people still exist because it is guarded by many masters.

The survivors rebuilt their homes from the ruins.

It may be hard, but... there is a glimmer of hope in everyone's eyes.

Of the many races on the Dusk Continent, only humans, elves, and a very small number of fox girls are left; the rest have almost all become extinct.

A piece of green grass seemed particularly rare at this time. Ron lay there quietly, gazing at the sky. There was a chirping sound nearby. It was the women like Irelia, Dolores, Christian, Ifrit, and Philomena. No one knew what they were talking about, but they sounded very happy.

Ostella, Elsa, Lucia, Selma and the others are not here.

I heard that the surviving gods are preparing to develop faith again on the Dusk Continent, and this time, they want to become a qualified god.

However, now the population of the Spang Theocracy and Granville is only a little over 100 million, and there is also a group of guys like the Dragon God. Ron seriously doubts whether there are enough believers to go around.

There was a sound of footsteps beside me.

Ron knew who was coming without even looking.

Archibald, and Zhou Yang whose body had shrunk.

It is said that this secret technique of changing size at will was taught to Zhou Yang by Archibald. Ron still could not forget that when Zhou Yang's body shrank for the first time, he was as excited as a child weighing more than 300 pounds.

"Can we still go back?" Zhou Yang suddenly spoke.

"I can't go back. I almost forgot what the Earth looks like." Ron yawned.

He feels that his life is pretty good now, except that there are too many women, which he can't handle and that his back hurts.

Zhou Yang and Archibald glanced at the pure and beautiful girls nearby. Neither Zhou Yang nor Archibald concealed the envy and jealousy in their eyes.

Zhou Yang was gritting his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot.

Although he was a hero in the War of the Gods, after his body shrank, he wanted to interact with the girls as an ordinary person. However, his 300-pound body obviously met with rejection from the girls, so he is still alone now.

As for Archibald, he was also very unhappy.

He used to have many nun wives, but now they are all gone.

Now Ron is the only one who still has wives and concubines.

Suddenly, Archibald seemed to remember something, and his expression suddenly became very strange: "Ron..."

"Well, what happened?"

"Can you tell me why my well-behaved and lovely daughter Philomena suddenly came to me and hoped that I could help her find a good day to hold her wedding with you?"

crunch.

Ron, who had been calm and composed, suddenly became stuck and the expression on his face froze.

"You bastard, I treat you as my brother, but you treat me as my son-in-law..."

The angry roar resounded through the sky!

(Finish)

It's finally over. My head hurts.

It’s hard to describe how I feel right now. The only feeling is tiredness. I’m so tired that I can’t even lift my hands or open my eyes.

There is another kind of relaxation, which is the relaxation of not having to think about anything or do anything all of a sudden.

Anyway, it’s over. Next, I should lie in bed and have a good sleep for two days.

Anyway, it's summer vacation, and it's a rare opportunity to have a vacation, so just take a good rest during the summer vacation. Happy summer vacation everyone.

As for the new book, I'll come back after the summer vacation.

It's a long way to go, see you again by chance!