"Go to the Fifth Layer to cause trouble for Blood Tear Duke Asmond, and while you’re at it, help me distract the attention of the other Apostles."
He paused, his voice growing more enticing:
"In return, I can put in a good word for you with Professor Yutel afterward and help you secure a formal position at the Observation Station.
Given your current situation, this should be a good choice for you."
This proposal surprised Uphemia.
She originally expected to be questioned or directly attacked, but little did she expect the other party to propose a seemingly win-win transaction.
"Why... why are you doing this?" she couldn’t help but ask, "With your strength, you could resolve me directly..."
"Because you have value." Ron’s response was concise and direct:
"A dead chess piece is of no use, but a living one can serve a greater purpose."
His eyes flashed with cold light:
"Of course, the premise is that you’re smart enough to know what to do and what not to do."
Uphemia quickly weighed the pros and cons in her mind.
The power of the man before her exceeded her expectations, and a direct confrontation was obviously not a wise choice.
"If I agree, can you guarantee to fulfill your promise?" she asked tentatively.
"I never break valuable promises," Ron responded indifferently, "but if you try to pull any tricks..."
He didn’t finish, but the unspoken threat was more persuasive than any words.
Uphemia took a deep breath and finally nodded in agreement, "I understand. When do we start?"
"Right now." Ron’s response was concise and direct:
"Move immediately to the Fifth Layer while the other Apostles have yet to notice anything unusual. Remember, your task is to create chaos, not to show off."
Just as Uphemia was about to turn and leave, a frighteningly low rumbling sound echoed from afar again.
The magic power concentration in the air began to rise sharply, and the already distorted reality structure became even more unstable.
The sky of the Abyss Fourth Layer suddenly tore open with countless cracks, and chaotic substance poured out like a waterfall.
These substances had no fixed form, sometimes flowing like liquid, sometimes drifting like gas, and sometimes condensing into various indescribable strange shapes.
"The edge of the Chaos Storm is approaching..." Uphemia’s face grew even paler.
The two blood demons behind her began to show clear unease.
Looks like further streamlining is necessary...
"You, fight each other," Uphemia gave a cruel command to the blood demons, "The winner devours the loser, gaining evolution."
The blood demons, forced by the dominance of their bloodline, could only start fighting to the death.
Ron observed this scene coldly, raising his assessment of Uphemia a bit more.
"A wise choice," he nodded approvingly, "In the Chaos Storm, quantity has no meaning; only quality determines life and death."
The battle between the two blood demons was extremely brutal and quickly concluded, with the larger one finally securing victory.
The winner immediately began to devour the flesh of the loser, undergoing notable transformations in the process.
The originally deep red skin became even more profound, and the muscles grew tighter.
Most importantly, the pressure it emitted reached the critical point of the Morning Star Level.
"My task is done," Uphemia nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Ron:
"What should we do now? The storm is about to reach here."
"Come with me." Ron started moving in a certain direction, "I know a relatively safe path."
The Chaos Storm finally arrived over the Flesh and Blood Forest.
The direction of gravity began to shift randomly; Ron felt himself being pulled toward the sky at times and pressed toward the ground at others.
Even more frightening was the distortion of his vision; the scenes he saw started showing multiple overlapping images, with the same object appearing simultaneously in different locations.