Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 27 "Comedy

Chapter 27: Chapter 27 "Comedy

"You... you...you!"

"How is that possible?"

Staring at Ronald’s actions, the ’boy’ lying on the ground was filled with incomprehension and surprise.

Right before him, a clay tablet suddenly appeared in Ronald’s hand.

As a member of the mystical side, the ’boy’ knew very well what this meant, which was also why his emotions had spiraled out of control.

— A canonical Magic Book.

— And the ownership of the original was locked onto this man.

From this brief scene, the ’boy’ had gleaned such information.

A Magic Book that could dissolve into nothingness, inhabit everyone, and manifest or hide at the will of the user.

It had to be a canonical text.

And the only one who could manipulate the original to this extent —

Had to be someone who had obtained complete ownership of the Magic Book.

In other words.

This man named Ronald.

He had already acquired and fully controlled an original Magic Book?

What... what a joke...

This was simply a tale from the ’Tales of the Arabian Nights’!

In the world today, only a leader of a particular school could achieve this, a mystic master who had studied the mysterious knowledge of this school for a lifetime, learning from generation-to-generation records of original texts, having a chance to control his school’s original Magic Book to this degree.

How could such an important figure appear in a little place like Black Mountain?

And also, this guy was so young!

Racking his brain for various possibilities, the ’boy’ just couldn’t find a satisfactory explanation for this scene.

For the mysterious world, this was a scene that defied all common sense!

"Who... who are you really?"

Voice trembling, the ’boy’ finally began to challenge Ronald’s origin.

He could no longer think.

However, the person being questioned by the ’boy’, at this moment, had no time to answer him.

Controlling "Rain Mist Divine Hammer" to manifest in his hand, Ronald immediately tried to break through the almost completely transparent membrane.

The result was simple —

He succeeded.

When the clay tablet touched the membrane, the powerful force that had repelled the dagger the last time had no effect.

It was like trying to lick soap bubbles stuck to an arm with a tongue.

The membrane enveloping the Red Robe burst instantly, and then dissipated around the point of contact with the tablet.

In less than a breath’s time, the defensive membrane had completely vanished.

"..."

"Interesting..."

At the same time, Ronald’s expression also became complex.

Because "Rain Mist Divine Hammer" had directly contacted the power of another original, and due to the Magic Book’s self-defense mechanism, he as the owner had also realized something.

As long as he chanted the words on the tablet on a rainy day —

He could summon the thunder from the sky like Thunder God Iskur praised in "Rain Mist Divine Hammer" and command it to destroy everything hindering him.

A terrifyingly powerful ability.

Although Ronald had speculated before.

But since he hadn’t experienced any rainy days except for the initial night of his journey, he had only regarded "Rain Mist Divine Hammer" as a tool to avoid rain, never imagining its actual ability could be so powerful.

At this moment, the power of "Rain Mist Divine Hammer" was triggered passively.

He then confirmed that this tablet was not only a precious ancient artifact but also a mysterious item granting tremendous power to humans.

With a thought, a mark on Ronald’s wrist flashed.

The clay tablet disappeared again.

Now, it was time to take a closer look at this Red Robe.

Reaching out to check carefully, Ronald found that this guy and the four corpses outside did not differ in any degree.

The breath of life had long since passed, and the man in the red robe was also thoroughly dead.

The only thing different from the other corpses was the black book he was clutching in his hand.

Easily picking up the book from the corpse, Ronald first read the words on the cover:

"Commedia..."

"Inferno?"

The crimson letters, as red as blood, formed two distinct nouns.

With the help of his language proficiency, Ronald easily understood their meaning.

"Comedy - Hell Chapter"

"..."

"Divine Comedy?"

Being in another world, Ronald didn’t immediately react.

However, the name "Divine Comedy" soon slipped out.

There was no helping it—

This masterpiece, created by Italian poet Dante Alighieri, was just too famous.

Although it was initially named "Comedy."

But later, due to the extreme admiration from the author of "Decameron," Boccaccio, who even added the prefix ’Holy’ to this epic poem in "Dante’s Biography," "Comedy" was henceforth known as "Holy Comedy."

That is, "Divine Comedy."

So...

This was another work from Earth’s human civilization.

And judging by the title, was it a very early, even unchanged, original version?

Ronald subconsciously looked at his wrist.

An ancient clay tablet from Mesopotamia was now hidden within.

This "Divine Comedy"...

Could it be the original as well?

The basement, restless with moving tendrils, fell into deep silence.

But Ronald’s heart was already stirring up a storm.

"Rain Mist Divine Hammer" was one thing.

Just a few days had passed, and he had once again stumbled into an event related to the mystical side, encountering a product from Earth and even an artwork of universally known prominence.

Somehow, was this too peculiar?

"This is impossible!"

While Ronald was lost in thought, a voice of disbelief suddenly rang out behind him.

It was the ’boy’ who had just regained his cognitive abilities from shock.

Because Ronald did not cover his actions, the one lying on the ground naturally witnessed the whole process as well. Even more deservedly, when Ronald pronounced the name "Divine Comedy," the voice detected it.

He completely disregarded his own life now.

Realizing that Ronald had read the text on the book’s cover, the ’boy,’ despite his agonizingly painful body, frantically climbed up from the ground and charged towards Ronald.

Sizz sizz sizz——

Rushing into the range of the firelight, just like the previous time, the sound of meat roasting instantly emanated from his body.

However, this time the ’boy’ didn’t choose to escape.

Instead, to seize the last moments before his death, he made an even more forceful lunge forward.

"Ah ah ah—!"

Ronald once came across a word while reading, called ’Shape Disintegration.’

The difficult-to-imagine scene from the book was now starkly unfolding before his eyes.

The ’boy’ did not stop his steps because of the firelight.

At the moment of contact with that ring of gray dust, he halted abruptly.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to continue—

But at the moment of contact, under the influence of some mysterious force, the flesh covering the ’boy’s’ body instantly crumbled, and the bones supporting his entire body shattered like water-deprived breadcrumbs.

In less than a breath’s time, the ’boy’ who had just been roaring and ready to gamble with his life, lost color and disintegrated into a pile of gray dust on the ground.

Just like the gray dust forming a ring on the ground!

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