"Tsk—"

Ronald watched the enemy in front of him with a rather grim expression.

Although he had been aware of the parasitic entity before setting out, seeing such a thing standing here, and moreover having just launched a surprise attack on him.

Experiencing such an encounter firsthand.

Anyone would feel that this is not a pleasant experience.

Moreover, upon closer observation, Ronald could clearly sense the primordial Magic Power permeating the entire island, its origin on the half-dead host body.

Focusing his gaze further, on the exposed parts of this 'man's' body, he could see the runes etched on his skin by the Dawn Sorcery Society, as well as signs of incisions and wounds left from battles.

This guy before he died.

Absolutely went through a lot of torment on the island, and in the end, faced death due to the greedy desires of these Casters.

"…"

"Time, Car, I, I, come…"

Just as Ronald was feeling a mix of emotions, this 'man' standing in place began to speak.

In a very awkward and difficult manner, this parasitic entity manipulated the vocal cords of the corpse, producing a voice akin to human but lacking any discernible structure.

Although it was clear this guy was trying to express something.

But even with Ronald's language proficiency, he couldn't understand what it was trying to convey at this moment.

A parasitic entity is ultimately not human.

Although it inherits a portion of the deceased to some extent and can even control the body's movements, it ultimately cannot communicate like a human.

"…"

The communication failed, and the air fell silent for a moment.

Soon the monster seemed to realize its efforts were in vain.

So after just a few seconds of pause, it gave up on the idea of dialogue and controlled the corpse it parasitized to lunge at Ronald.

The thought process of the parasitic entity is quite simple.

Since communication is impossible, it would resolve the issue as before, through the natural world's universal law of survival of the fittest. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Judging from its previous encounters with humans.

Its strength could easily crush most mysterious-side Casters, especially in terms of physical prowess!

"…"

"Hmph, is that all?"

Yet, the result of this attack was far beyond the monster's expectations.

Ronald didn't even consider this guy's strength important!

With his vision unobstructed by dust, the enemy before him remained within sight. Even though for ordinary people, the monster's speed was fast and difficult to react to.

But Ronald…

To be honest, when he occasionally played with Il, their movements were several times faster than this guy.

Faced with this attack that could be seen through at a glance.

Ronald simply sidestepped, then seized the moment when the creature charged but hadn't yet reacted, lifting his right leg and stepping down harshly on its back.

Boom!

This strike was swift, precise, and extremely powerful.

Ronald's attack not only knocked the monster to the ground but even stomped it, embedding it into the floor, as if it had jumped into quicksand in the desert.

Receiving such a heavy blow, the parasitic entity immediately cried out in pain.

"Hiss—Ha—"

Its mouth opened, its voice leaked out.

Ronald's kick destroyed most of the body's structure, with many previously usable organs now completely defunct, including the vocal cords and organs.

"Hiss hiss…"

Amidst this unpleasant leaking sound.

The parasitic entity was not ready to admit defeat but instead turned its body, preparing to glare at Ronald viciously, followed by a continuation of its attack.

But upon this glance.

It saw only the flaming black Longsword and a flashing light slashing towards its head.

Danger, must dodge…

Swish—

In Ronald's full force, the speed was simply beyond the parasitic entity's reaction capability. Especially with the enhancement of 'The Power of the Sun,' the strength of the corpse itself was insufficient to withstand Ronald's attack.

So in just an instant, this bizarrely shaped corpse was parted from its head, the long-dried blood not even flowing from the wound, looking like a broken scarecrow.

Faced with the looming victory.

Ronald didn't intend to give the parasitic entity a chance to struggle.

With another sword slash, he sliced the parasitic entity on the corpse's head into two and burned it to ashes before raising his right hand holding the sword again.

Buzz buzz buzz—

And hence, the real cause for driving back the Dawn Sorcery Society began to reveal itself.

With the loss of the last suppression by the parasitic entity, the Magic Power originally emanated from the corpse began to surge rapidly, quickly transitioning from a relatively calm state to the brink of extreme danger.

Out of the fastest and most convenient solution.

Ronald swung his sword down, intending to directly destroy the original point to resolve the issue. He wasn't greedy like the Dawn Sorcery Society or the Coven of Twelve Witches. As long as he could quickly solve the problem, even if it meant destroying this original text, he wouldn't feel a shred of remorse!

However, halfway through the sword swing, Ronald's action halted.

He discovered that with the appearance of the original text on the corpse, a force of influence and interference simultaneously radiated outward, much of which was localized at Capen Port.

Faced with such circumstances, a simple conclusion could easily be drawn—

The sea creatures attacking the city were closely connected to the original text before Ronald, even directly influenced by its powers!

Now, destroying the original text recklessly wasn't an option.

Ronald, wearing a grim expression, sheathed the Sword of Saint Catherine.

Based on his knowledge of the mysterious side, directly destroying the original text under such circumstances would most likely result in the oceanic beasts going completely berserk and leading to disaster in Capen.

The only fitting solution.

Was for someone to master the original text and address the besieging sea creatures in a gentle manner.

Thinking of this, Ronald finally understood the situation's full picture.

No wonder the Dawn Sorcery Society was stumped before.

To master the original text, the 'original text holder' in a half-dead state prevented them from successfully mastering the text, as its owner hadn't truly died yet; and to deal with this 'original text holder,' the berserk signs of the original text were highly threatening, leaving them with no room for action.

Subsequently retreating from the island, their defensive Array was lost in the chaos.

The eventual outcome could only be to send someone to the school's headquarters to request a competent person to resolve this deadlock.

"Sigh—"

"So now, I have to try it this way…"

Ronald sighed, now the immediate option to resolve the problem was this one—

Conduct the original text trial immediately.

To fully master the original text, calming the crisis faced by Capen!