Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 400 - 397: Think of a Solution

Chapter 400: Chapter 397: Think of a Solution

Clenching his fist, Ronald swung a punch as gently as possible and then smashed it towards the person in front of him.

Facing a crowd of ordinary people.

Moreover, ordinary people who had been psychologically suggested by the enemy.

Even if he could treat them as enemies, Ronald definitely couldn’t bring himself to directly take people’s lives.

So, while carefully punching at the person in front of him,

Ronald mostly aimed for the opponent’s head.

As soon as his fingers made contact, the black mist of Fury’s power hiding between his fingers instantly robbed the person’s consciousness, leaving one unfortunate soul, hypnotized by the Sword of Saint Catherine, lying on the ground.

To some extent, this was the best option for Ronald in the current situation.

Such a "battle" lasted less than half a minute, and the situation in the theater quickly became overwhelmingly unfavorable for Ronald.

No help for it.

There were simply too many of them.

It was a futile effort for Ronald to knock down an audience of more than a hundred people one by one, with no end in sight.

Besides, this was not a movie scene where enemies stand in line, waiting their turn to be fought. The audience, their rationality suppressed by psychological suggestion, packed together tightly, advancing like a wall of people pressing towards him.

If you have to say,

it was almost like a horde of zombies from a zombie movie!

No, he absolutely could not let himself be surrounded by this crowd of ordinary people.

"..."

Thinking about how to regain the relic of the Saint,

Ronald also didn’t forget to keep his Fury’s power surveilling the man on the theater stage.

The first thing that Ronald thought of was to withdraw from here and then continue to pursue with his excellent surveillance abilities. Given his helplessness against the ordinary audience, this was quite an idea.

However, if he did so, the potential unforeseen complications were far too great.

Think about today’s encounters.

A man was buried under the ruins of the church district, reactivating the stone giant, and then causing chaos among the church staff and the intelligence bureau’s rearguard.

Having reached the Oak Theater in the Riverside District after deliberately taking a few extra loops in the sewers to delay any possible pursuers.

Finally, he was lured to the Oak Theater, where the difficult trap before him was laid, a trap that prevented powerful spellcasters from directly thwarting their plans.

Every move of the enemy’s.

Nearly every step has been taken with a very clear goal and preparation.

If Ronald now turned and left, would he be playing right into these people’s hands?

Ronald didn’t possess Martha’s ability to lock onto the Sword of Saint Catherine.

Once the enemy escape his sight and hands the relic over to an ally in an unknown location, Ronald, following the enemy with the power of Fury, would easily lose track of his target.

Resulting in complete failure of today’s mission.

Now, look at the current environment.

The Sword of Saint Catherine was on the stage nearby, confidently held by that man.

With the audience, their minds affected by the Saint’s relic,

he could almost be certain that the sword in his hand was not a fake.

No... He mustn’t consider the current situation a helpless predicament—it was, on the contrary, an excellent opportunity to be absolutely certain and closest to his goal!

He couldn’t back down; he had to find a way to win this confrontation.

Even if there seemed to be no hope on the surface, he had to find a way to create hope!

With his mind firmly made up, Ronald’s eyes instantly focused.

Without revealing too much of his abilities,

he would directly approach the enemy and seize the Sword of Saint Catherine!

"..."

Almost in the next second, Ronald turned and dashed out of the theater, his swift figure like a cheetah running across the plains.

Even with the frenzied audience just behind him,

they couldn’t catch up to Ronald’s current running speed.

Meanwhile, the actor playing the antagonist on stage had just climbed up and spoke to the man before him with a tone of disdain:

"Is this the bearer of the ’Script of Springs’?"

"I don’t think he’s up to much, his reactions are all as we predicted."

The protagonist didn’t share the antagonist’s arrogance.

But looking at Ronald sprinting away as if his life depended on it, he still shook his head and sighed:

"It’s because we were well-prepared in advance."

"In the face of a perfect plan, even with the book in hand, this is all he amounts to."

"After this, we’ll still go according to..."

"What!"

The man holding the Saint’s legacy was about to give his companions their next orders of action.

However, at that instant,

he saw what Ronald at the end of the theater was doing now.

This bearer of the original ’Script of Springs’ was showing through his actions that all their prior predictions were wrong!

Under the pursuit of the crazed audience, Ronald seemed indeed to be trying to escape outside.

But as he moved toward the theater’s outer side, so did the crowd pursuing him.

Finally, as the distance grew,

a very obvious gap appeared on the flank between Ronald and the theater stage.

Without any hesitation,

Ronald looked at the ’human wall’ now breached and quickly circumvented it, even kicking over the neatly arranged tables and chairs of the theater en route.

This was a reversal of fortunes.

Though the audience was hyped by psychological suggestion,

the frail bodies of ordinary people hadn’t been enhanced.

Moreover, most of those who could watch a performance in the Oak Theater were well-to-do ladies and gents not accustomed to exercise.

Even just the rows of tables and chairs that Ronald had kicked down

could block their pursuit for several seconds under current circumstances.

Yes, several seconds.

While it might not sound like much, it was enough for Ronald.

Controlling his run to the level of an athlete’s hundred-meter sprint, Ronald passed through the gap at the edge of the theater in the blink of an eye and arrived right below the stage.

At this moment,

the whole series of maneuvers he had executed took no more than fifteen seconds!

Looking up at the two still in costume on stage, who hadn’t even had the chance to ’exit,’ Ronald’s face wore a kindly smile:

"Gentlemen, you wouldn’t mind returning that which rightfully belongs to its owner, would you?"

"..."

Probably recalling the praise they had been heaping on each other just moments ago,

the actor playing the villain became even more sullen, shoving his hands in his pockets and stepping back.

Letting the man holding the Saint’s legacy stand in the front,

he himself silently activated a Spell on his body, looking for an opportunity to attack Ronald.

The man wielding Saint Catherine’s sword,

his complexion immediately turned from white to dark.

His eyes locked onto Ronald who had somersaulted up from beneath the stage; he raised his abyssal Longsword toward him, and the powerful curse power that surged around him instantly activated a certain spell.

Then, still in the role of an actor, he said with a formidable presence:

"You cur who dare disrupt the play! It’s not yet clear who the deer will fall to

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