His chest suddenly caved in, and his whole body was violently thrown to the side, followed by his back, lower abdomen, shoulders...
Ronan bounced around in mid-air like a ball, with each change in direction causing a large burst of blood mist to erupt from his body.
He struggled to move his body, trying to dodge and defend, but under the intermittently disappearing and reappearing golden vines, he appeared clumsy and powerless.
Every time he barely made a move, he would immediately suffer a terrifying heavy blow.
In such a situation, even the body’s instinctual reactions seemed sluggish, let alone casting spells.
It was unknown how many times Ronan had been struck before he heavily crashed to the ground.
His fingers twitched slightly, but he was utterly unable to perform any subsequent actions, as if merely conveying the message that he was still alive.
Several golden vines quickly slid over the grass and swiftly wrapped around his neck and body, then slowly lifted him up.
Ronan’s head hung low, like a tattered corpse suspended in mid-air.
Blood continuously dripped from his battered body...
"Insects are just insects..."
Lola, her body glowing with golden light, slowly approached him, the golden olive leaf pattern on her forehead shining brilliantly.
At this moment, Lola’s expression was unusually calm, as if the ongoing madness and paranoia had drifted away with her.
Her gaze at Ronan held no resentment, only pure cold-blooded killing intent and disdain.
"Even if you struggle with all your might... it only makes your death more ridiculous."
Lola slightly raised her hand, and all the golden vines wrapped around Ronan’s body, like golden pythons ready to kill their prey, slowly enveloping Ronan and gradually tightening...
"Slowly savor the pain of nearing death."
Lola spoke calmly, turning her head to glance in the direction of Jerome and the others.
By this time, Jerome had already stopped attacking, just standing fixedly in mid-air, his face tense, his eyes flickering, evidently deep in thought.
The beautiful witch beside him turned her face away, unable to bear it.
Some things seemed to have been destined long ago, impossible for them to stop.
Ronan’s head hung low, the thick crusts of blood on his eyelids prevented him from opening his eyes.
His body had felt like it wasn’t his own for quite some time.
He could only faintly feel terrifying giant forces squeezing in from the outside, adding a persistent intensifying sense of suffocation to the severe pain.
He could hear the sound of his own bones breaking more completely, the hard and cold texture slowly enveloping his cheek, the last bit of light from the corner of his eyes completely disappearing...
In the darkness, Ronan’s mind quickly flashed through some vague, fragmented images, shadows of some people.
Old Wells, Eugene, Jacob, Linus... even the rune vendor who had sold him the blank rune stone initially.
"The light at the end of the tunnel... it looks like I’m really going to die..."
Ronan thought silently to himself, with the images of people in his mind flashing faster and becoming more chaotic.
Fa Ao, Angelie, Lola... these three faces continuously appeared and disappeared before Ronan’s eyes...
Then these faces gradually blurred, quickly drifting away from him.
Ronan felt as if he was slowly entering a dark, cold dream.
He floated on the icy water surface, powerless to do anything.
He could only feel bit by bit the cold water engulfing him, his body uncontrollably sinking downward...
Suddenly, a strong sense of unwillingness surged from the depths of his heart.
"Why, even after trying so hard... I still can’t survive?"
"Insects! Should insects just accept their fate to be arbitrarily controlled by others?"
The first time he saw wizards duel after crossing into this world, the fear shrouded under his covers as he desperately ran home.
The joy when he successfully inscribed his first [Clean] rune.
The tension and shudder when he killed someone with a spell for the first time.
The resolve when he went all out to reach the Official Wizard Level...
Ronan recalled the arduous steps he had taken, the struggles and resistance he had made in desperation to survive...
He had stumbled and crawled to where he was now.
He chased the dawn, he looked forward to the scenery ahead, the excitement he longed for...
All the efforts he had made!
Why, why must he die after going through all this?
He really... didn’t want to.
The sound of something shattering.
In the dark, cold dream, in the sinking depths, Ronan’s body halted, and suddenly, he opened his eyes.
A piercing light burst forth from his body, from his eyes, rapidly dispelling the surrounding darkness.
He heard the sound of shells breaking.
It was as if something was growing from within his body.
All those things that had disappeared were quickly returning.
The sound of a strong heartbeat emanated from his chest, waves of scorching heat infused into his body.
The obscured faint light, the cold hard sensation entwining him, the intense smell of blood surrounding his nose and mouth, reappeared...
The sound of breaking shells became clearer, and this time Ronan heard it very clearly... it was coming from his own body.
He was like a cicada shedding its shell, a moth breaking out of its cocoon.
The oppressiveness and decay of past days.
The cowardice, unease, hesitation, anxiety, and fear entwined within...