Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 39 Rape Crime

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Rape Crime

"Is the problem resolved?"

"Of course, it is resolved."

At the very least, that robust soldier hadn’t searched the briefcase under the chair, temporarily preventing Ronald from bringing trouble upon himself.

But at the same time, the problem was far from over.

If the incident on the train had been handled, it would have been fine, but if the soldiers couldn’t handle it...

As long as Ronald was still on the train with that wooden briefcase, trouble would inevitably come knocking on his door.

After all, without a conclusion.

That soldier would most certainly first think of the uniquely behaving Ronald; he would become a high-priority suspect.

And then, a thorough investigation wouldn’t be something that could be brushed off with a few words.

"..."

"Ah—"

Sitting in the train’s seat, gazing out at the unchanging scenery, Ronald let out a sigh of resignation.

He wasn’t optimistic about this situation.

The incident that had prompted the soldiers to stop the train involved someone who had likely made extensive preparations and might have already fled; relying on the possibility that things could be resolved easily...

—was almost non-existent.

So, for now, he should start making early plans.

He withdrew his gaze.

Leaning back in his chair, Ronald extended his right hand.

"Come forth."

Snap—

The black-covered original text appeared in his hand, and Ronald immediately flipped open "Divine Comedy - Hell."

The ’rape’ sin’s extraction had been overly rushed just now; he didn’t want to run the risk of being discovered by directly taking out the Magic Book.

Now that the people searching had left, it was time to test his newfound abilities.

His finger gently pressed on the parchment that displayed the emerging text.

Ronald slowly recited—

"At this moment, please gaze into the abyss.

The blood river lies before you.

It boils and cooks those criminals who have injured others with violence.

Ah! Blind greed and frenzied rage,

Compelled them to commit such sins in their short lives,

Now they sink into sorrows, eternally tormented in scalding blood!

..."

Along with the reading of the verse,

The air inside the carriage subtly twisted and condensed in an illusionary manner.

The bizarre and varied things gradually became apparent.

Soon, a faint black mist surrounded Ronald’s fingertips, elusive yet utterly impenetrable to others.

Snap—

The pages gently closed and then disappeared from Ronald’s hands.

The fingers ensnared by the black mist slowly lifted in front of him, and under the gaze of his gray pupils, the scenery hidden within the fog was laid bare for him alone.

—That was a boiling, blood-red river.

"..."

"Interesting."

Being on a densely populated train, Ronald had no intention of making his abilities public.

Therefore, he had only made use of his powers on the smallest possible scale this time.

Unlike "Rain Mist Divine Hammer," which automatically steered clear of the rain and summoned the abilities to control thunder by calling forth the original tome, the abilities of "Divine Comedy - Hell" appeared to require the reading of the original text in addition to collecting the corresponding ’sin’.

Much like the ’rape’ sin at this moment.

On a larger scale, it could envelop an entire block, while on the smallest, it could be maintained just at his fingertips.

Just with the reading of the verse, this black mist symbolic of Hell’s ’rape’ would appear beside him and be driven by his will.

As for the power of the ’rape’ sin...

It was quite simple.

Direct contact with the black mist on violators would cause the blood river’s power to erode the enemy based on the severity of the ’sin’ committed, inflicting both spiritual and physical torment.

Even more damning was—

If the enemy’s ’sin’ was serious enough to die under the attack of the ’rape’ sin.

At that moment, another power from Hell would be activated.

The original text would forcibly extract the souls of sinners after death, then confine them in the Blood River of Hell, where they would endure endless torment.

Even when Ronald would later confront others—

The sinners suppressed by the Blood River would still appear in their soul forms, driven by Ronald to assist in attacking his enemies.

"..."

"Forget it."

After silently staring at the black fog for a few seconds, Ronald waved his hand.

He let it hide itself in the shadows under the table.

Although the power symbolizing ’violence’ was terrifying, it was not suitable for the current him.

After all, no one was violent towards others in his presence right now.

In terms of results, the "Divine Comedy - Hell" was almost of no help to him at this time.

To extricate himself from the trouble before him, he had to figure things out himself.

Knock knock knock—

"May I ask if it’s convenient to speak now?"

As Ronald was deep in thought with his head down, there was a knock at the private room door.

The question from outside sounded like it was from an adult male.

After pondering for a moment, Ronald lifted his head and replied,

"Please come in—"

"Thank you."

Whoosh—

The military man who left earlier hadn’t locked the door, so the person outside pushed open the private room door directly.

In front of Ronald, an adult man dressed in a red and black coat and with a well-groomed appearance walked in.

Upon seeing Ronald sitting solemnly in place,

The man made a polite bow before he spoke:

"Sir, please forgive my sudden visit."

"It’s just..."

Ronald bluntly interrupted the man:

"It’s just that the guy before stayed here obviously for too long, so you want to come over and ask what’s the matter."

"..."

"Yes... that’s right."

The man’s objective was revealed outright by Ronald, and although his face showed some embarrassment, he didn’t try to hide it.

With just a sheepish smile, he continued to speak:

"Train delays are something everyone is accustomed to."

"But to say the train has stopped in this location, and there are people searching through the passengers one by one, this really makes one curious."

"So..."

"Don’t worry."

Ronald was not the type of cold-blooded creature to turn people away, and seeing the other person fixing to pry further for information, he simply explained:

"The events on the train took place from this morning until noon, and they don’t involve any of you ordinary passengers."

"Even if such things cause the train to stop, it won’t last too long."

"As long as your hands are clean, just wait it out."

"..."

After listening to Ronald’s explanation, the man pondered for a moment before speaking again:

"Sir, thank you for your explanation."

"To show my gratitude, please accept this."

Without waiting for Ronald’s response, the man proficiently took out a small box the size of a cigarette case from his pocket and gently placed it on Ronald’s table.

"I won’t impose any further."

After nodding at Ronald, the man politely closed the carriage door.

"..."

Watching the departing man vanish at the door,

Ronald thought for a moment, but still picked up the box from the table.

On the smooth wooden shell, a series of elegantly designed cursive words were engraved, pleasing to the eye at first glance.

[Widley’s Walking Stick Store]

Berwyn’s 140-year-old shop, specializing in making walking sticks.

Click—

He pushed open the clasp on the box, revealing an elegantly designed metal flower button lying inside.

It seemed this was the man’s way of saying thanks.

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