Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 61 Helpless

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 Helpless

Regardless, Ronald had to retreat.

If Patricia believed he was in danger and launched an attack.

He would struggle to deal with Patricia’s precise and swift offensive capabilities.

Meanwhile, inside the data room.

Hearing Ronald’s explanation, Patricia indeed hesitated.

She pondered for a few seconds, hesitantly looking at Ronald standing outside the door, before finally asking,

"Ronald, how many times have we eaten together?"

"Twice." Ronald immediately answered, and even remembered to add, "The first time I carelessly left the trash on the bench, while you threw yours in the bin. The second time, after eating, we both disposed of it in the trash can together."

His swift and unhesitant response considerably reduced the doubt in Patricia’s eyes.

But after thinking it over, she still had another question,

"Ronald, tell me more."

"What is your opinion on mathematics?"

...

How should I answer this...

Honestly.

The question from Patricia left Ronald a bit flustered.

He stood frozen, mulling over his thoughts for two or three seconds before hesitatingly responding,

"Mathematics is..."

"Perhaps the language of truth, right?"

Patricia immediately laughed.

Her face instantly lit up with the most radiant smile Ronald had seen since he met her.

With a tone that suggested ’even if you were fake, I’d acknowledge you’, Patricia continued,

"So the time inside the data room has now become the same time loop as at the train station before, and I’ve been dragged into this cycle of reincarnation by this power, correct?"

"Huff—"

Ronald breathed a sigh of relief.

"It’s best if you understand."

"Then the worst-case scenario now is that we have about three minutes left."

Acknowledging the Ronald outside as her partner, Patricia counted the time in her mind. The worst-case scenario was being locked in a loop of 4 minutes and 48 seconds. So aside from the time they spent confirming each other’s identities, they really didn’t have much longer.

Immediately afterwards, Patricia unstrapped the sword sheath from her waist and threw it outside.

In front of both of their eyes, as the sheath neared the main door, it instantly returned to the girl’s side, as if it had never been thrown.

Ronald had seen this scene before.

Or rather, he had experienced it.

—The way he was thrown back after reaching the boundary of the time distortion.

"..."

"So what do you think we should do in these three minutes to solve this problem?"

"Otherwise, you’ll have to explain it to me all over again."

Looking at the bridge next to her, convinced that she was trapped in the data room.

There was no fear or panic in Patricia’s eyes, only calm as she asked Ronald outside.

"The power of the original ’Fury’ ran amok earlier, and it was so strong that I was dragged into it upon close contact."

"You should be careful when you try to solve the problem now."

"If you get dragged in as well, the two of us can only hope that someone from the bureau can come to our rescue."

Rescue from the bureau...

Ronald had heard this term before from Alyda.

It was officially known as the Gred Mysterious Event Investigation Bureau.

It was an agency directly managed by the queen, responsible for the investigation and management of mysterious events within Gred territories.

In the mysterious side of the world, it was almost the largest official organization.

Any school of thought, as long as they were clean and citizens of Gred, could apply to join. Also, because in a superpower like Gred, the main members had most opportunities to face various front-line events.

Therefore, most of the main agents of the investigation bureau were professionals among professionals.

A situation like at Greenwich Train Station, if there were no external interference, would certainly be handled by their people.

By then, should they discover this event involved the original ’Fury’...

Just thinking about it gave Ronald a headache.

Everything else was manageable,

but if they were to pull at the thread of his relationship with Arya, or the soul that had traveled through time...

That scene was bound to be a beautiful disaster.

Suddenly, Ronald looked down at his spacious sleeves.

Inside was the black fog that materialized from the sin of "Fury."

If there was a straightforward way to deal with the current situation, without summoning the entity itself, his first choice would be to try this.

His gaze grew more focused, and he spoke to his companion in the material room:

"Patricia, step aside for a moment."

"I’ll give this a try."

"Alright."

Patricia moved aside without any hesitation.

Then, she saw Ronald lift his sleeve toward the direction of the material room.

The girl furrowed her brow slightly.

A part of the black fog, which had become like a glove, detached from Ronald’s palm and began drifting towards the material room.

As it floated away from Ronald’s control, the detached black fog gave her an exceedingly bad feeling, as if it contained some kind of intensely negative emotional power.

It was definitely something that could threaten their very lives!

"..."

In the silence between them, the power of "Fury" made its way to the entrance of the material room.

And then gently floated inside.

Sizzling—

Trouble arose upon contact.

Even though it wasn’t the original text itself, such equivalent forces were nonetheless repelled by the originals in the material room.

Because Ronald had only released the smallest amount for the test.

In the blink of an eye, this wisp of black fog was extinguished by the power of time distortion.

"..."

"It doesn’t seem very effective..."

After a few seconds of heavy silence, Patricia from within the material room spoke up.

"Ronald, can’t you deal with it?"

Ronald glanced at Patricia with a look of extreme displeasure, confusing the girl.

Truthfully, Ronald could certainly handle the situation.

After all, both his abilities and the adversary were origin texts.

But to summon the origin text, he lacked the enduring body of the Asgardians.

Another random toss might well leave him gasping for air.

"Let me think some more."

"Okay, then."

Ronald waved towards the inside of the material room and then leaned against the edge of the corridor to think.

The power of the origin text was repelled and could not enter; rashly barging in might result in being trapped in the loop of time like Patricia, or thrown around by the power of the origin text.

At the same time, Patricia, who was deeply immersed in it, could not subdue the rampant power of the origin text.

A situation where they were at a complete loss.

While Ronald was pondering, Patricia was also quietly contemplating the problem within the material room.

Now...

"Huh?"

A surprised exclamation—

minutes and 48 seconds arrived punctually.

In front of Ronald, the figure of Patricia suddenly flickered in the room.

She once again became positioned facing the Magic Book.

He watched as Patricia performed the same motion as before, jumping backward.

Ronald rubbed his swelling brow, then heard the announcement once more:

"The distorted state in the material room and train station has changed, and time in the library is now rewinding!"