Looking at the man before him, it was clear he could no longer rise.
Helplessly shaking his head, Ronald turned his gaze in the direction the man had indicated.
—It was an ordinary wardrobe.
Made entirely of wood except for the hinges, its surface bore nothing special or noteworthy.
Ronald hadn’t yet reached the point of casually pulling open the wardrobe doors himself.
Instead, with a wave of his hand, the sprawling black mist moved forward to yank the doors open for him.
Immediately, everything inside was exposed.
Atop layers of clothing lay a Magic Book shrouded in black mist.
Ronald instinctively thought this was not an original.
Since he already possessed three originals and considered himself somewhat knowledgeable about such things, this Magic Book did not feel like the same type of item.
What on earth was this thing that had driven a researcher insane and turned the blacksmith into the state he was now in?
With questions in his mind, Ronald approached the wardrobe.
Protected by the originals, he felt he wouldn’t end up like the paralyzed blacksmith lying behind him with just a glance.
However, at the moment Ronald stopped,
a man’s hysterical shout came from behind him:
With a swift motion, Ronald dodged to the side.
Almost immediately, the blacksmith who had charged from behind crashed headfirst into the wardrobe.
The force of his impact was so strong that even the doors splintered into pieces, along with the clothes and the Magic Book behind them, scattering messily on the floor.
Ronald immediately stepped back to create distance.
Meanwhile, the blacksmith struggled for a few moments before standing up from the ground.
His movements had freed themselves from the slow and brutal actions of a moment before.
Given the distance between them, Ronald clearly saw that the previously weak eyes of the blacksmith were now filled with blood vessels, showing no trace of reason or humanity.
He had known this wouldn’t be so easy to resolve.
Fortunately, he had always been on guard.
Otherwise, with that lunge from the blacksmith, even someone slightly weaker might have lost the ability to resist.
Of course, this situation did clarify many things.
At least, it let him know that the mental state of the blacksmith when they had engaged earlier must have been .
Ronald didn’t say much more, the black mist transformed from "Fury" immediately entangled the opponent, planning to restrain this enemy first.
However, this proved ineffective.
The blacksmith broke through the black mist’s obstruction and charged at Ronald once again.
Ronald turned again to dodge the irrational human.
It was at that moment Ronald realized the severity of the situation.
Normally, the powers of "Divine Comedy" would manifest based on human actions, with the power of the sin "Fury" corresponding to a person’s degree of uncontrollable anger.
But now, this fellow had completely lost his self-will.
Forget about being angry—he was entirely consumed by madness!
Therefore, facing this insane blacksmith, the black mist formed from the sin "Fury" could only physically slow the opponent’s movements temporarily, unable to affect him in any other way.
It really was unfortunate...
With a mindset of trying despite little hope, Ronald reluctantly pulled out a handgun from his bosom and, more decisively, fired two shots at the blacksmith who had just turned around.
The gunshots sounded, but the blacksmith continued his charge as if nothing had happened.
It was proven that traversing through this would not cure the problem of missing shots.
Not to mention it was rapid firing during such a hasty moment.
Ronald’s both shots missed!
This time, collapsing to the ground, the blacksmith began to shout again.
Having lost his mind, the gunshots didn’t frighten him; his pupils, completely reddened, locked tightly onto Ronald before lunging at him again, but he suddenly swung his arms.
Right in front of Ronald, the blacksmith’s skin and bones arms twisted and transformed into the shape of a blade and a hammer.
After the previous two failed attacks.
The insane blacksmith instinctively used a spell.
He then continued to launch a direct attack at Ronald!
Ronald’s mind was still clear, and he understood that he was not the kind of monster who could physically resist swords and blades.
He leaped mightily to dodge the opponent, immediately turned around, and then kicked fiercely at the guy’s back.
Seeing the blacksmith’s head hit the wall, Ronald quickly summoned the original text. Although the power of "Fury" couldn’t take effect, this blacksmith certainly met the criteria for "violent" behavior!
"This moment, please gaze into the abyss.
The river of blood is right before your eyes...
Ronald had just begun to recite when the blacksmith, having turned around, lunged at him again.
Facing the fiercely swirling blade, he could only passively dodge.
Ronald’s biggest weakness was undeniably exposed.
—The cast time was too long.
With the current situation, the power of the "Divine Comedy" could completely subdue the blacksmith the moment he attacked.
The power of the river of blood would cook the person; what else could he do?
However, the problem was that Ronald couldn’t recite it.
On one side was the blacksmith whose hands had already transformed into weapons, and on the other was poetry too lengthy to be spoken swiftly.
At this moment, Ronald wished he had the ability to speak quickly.
Preferably the kind that could recite the entire "Divine Comedy" in an instant!
Unfortunately, reality was cruel.
At least now, Ronald didn’t have that ability.
Helplessly, he directed the black mist to wrap layer by layer around the blacksmith, at least hindering the opponent’s pursuit.
Meanwhile, Ronald himself ran straight to the living room.
Quickly scanning the area, he directly grabbed a chair beside the dining table and smashed it down.
Striking the blacksmith hard, the hand Ronald used to grasp the chairback trembled in pain.
At that moment, he felt somewhat thankful to the carpenter he had just visited.
The chair made by the person involved in the mystical side was of really good quality; solid wood hitting the enemy, and the blacksmith instantly collapsed to the ground.
Moreover, in this moment, Ronald also vaguely heard the sound of the guy’s bones breaking.
Without any intention of showing mercy, Ronald struck the blacksmith several more times.
Until the guy stopped moving entirely, Ronald then took out the original text and recited:
"This moment, please gaze into the abyss.
The river of blood is right before you.
It boils and cooks those who commit violence.
Ah! Blind greed and mad rage,
Compel them to commit such sins in their fleeting lives,
Now they soak in sorrow, eternally tormented in the scalding blood!
The black mist spreading in the room then changed its nature.
Once this black mist enveloped the blacksmith, Ronald suddenly realized something.
—In his river of blood in Hell.
—The soul of the first sinner had appeared.