Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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In his timeline, two-thirds of the colonies of the Kingdom of Fass were granted to Henry and Louis, the two sons of Sartre, the second brother of Lucien. These two were the test that Ronan's father-in-law had given him. Ronan manipulated the situation, accusing the two of treason and aiding and abetting internal strife, and then had them, along with their wives and children, killed without exception. He gave a perfect score and then happily married Ambrina, becoming the king's consort.

Clearly, in this timeline, this guy's problem-solving skills are somewhat inferior to Ronan's, and he failed to eliminate the threat completely.

However, that's normal. Who else but Ronan could clean up the mess in the Kingdom of Phos? His father-in-law's initial plan was just to let the family survive for a few more generations.

Wen Jin, who had been listless, stretched and said, "Everyone's here, we can go now."

Under Wen Jin's guidance, a group of people arrived in the Celestial Realm via a teleportation array.

After traveling all the way to the destination, Wenjin began her experiment.

The experiment was extremely successful; Marianne and Yang Nian were sufficient, and Henry and Zhao Disheng were not needed.

This greatly disappointed both of them. Although Henry did not have the same strong desire for power as Zhao Disheng, as a member of the royal family whose strength was neither high nor low and whose position was awkward, he also wanted to take a step further.

The experiment is over; return to the gathering point.

“Well, now for the real important part.” Wen Jin said, glancing at Kate and Lavigne, then finally at Ronan, “Do you need a rest, or are you getting ready?”

“Let’s go,” Ronan replied directly.

We've already wasted a lot of time, and we can't delay any longer.

Ronan stepped onto the floating platform and followed Wen Jin, who was being carried by Lavigne. They soon arrived at a white stone castle-like building that looked very ancient and whose style was difficult to define.

The gate opened, and we entered the city walls. Inside, there was only the castle's architectural structure. The exterior of the building looked old, but there were no signs of damage or weathering. There were no furnishings or decorations to be seen.

After walking for a while, the second door opened, leading into the castle hall. A black hole with a diameter of five or six meters immediately caught Ronan's eye. He walked over and looked down; it was bottomless, as if the blackness had a suction force.

"The core of the system is inside," Wen Jin said.

Ronan asked, "Don't you say that a system is a concept, and that anything visible and tangible is just a phenomenon?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Jin began to explain, "It's something that can't be truly understood. Language can't accurately describe it; it can only approximate it. If it really is a concept, do you think a concept can age and break down? It..." Just as she was about to explain further, Wen Jin was kicked by Lavini, so she stopped expressing herself. "Uh, anyway, this isn't something you need to worry about. What you need to do is activate your demonic transformation, jump down, and reach the bottom."

"And then?" Ronan interjected at the opportune moment.

"I don't know," Wen Jin replied.

Ronan's first reaction was surprise, but he quickly realized that there was nothing to be surprised about. Wen Jin had said that only demon spirits could reach the core, but only humans could touch it. Obviously, her touch did not mean that she could interfere or influence it, but rather that non-humans could not even sense that existence.

Since we've never even met, there's no point in discussing anything else.

Having figured out the reasoning, Ronan jumped straight into the black hole.

"Wenjin, can he succeed?" Lavini asked.

“Of course they can, they are the same person,” Wen Jin replied.

“The essence of a person is not an abstract concept possessed by a single individual, so they are not the same person. Their experiences, personalities, and most importantly, their companions are different,” Lavigne said. She did not believe that the two Ronans were the same person.

"Why worry so much? At least they have exactly the same talent," Wen Jin said.

“I hope so, you’re not always right,” Lavigne said.

Wen Jin's face twitched on one side. "I was just unlucky. You old fogey."

On the other side, Ronan had already stepped onto the floating shield and continued to descend rapidly.

A few minutes passed, and just when Ronan thought it would be a long time, he curled up on the large shield, ready to rest for a while, the surrounding darkness suddenly turned bright. Ronan subconsciously raised his arm to shield his eyes, and then there was a loud bang as the floating shield crashed directly into the solid ground.

Ronan removed his hand and found that he was no longer in the round hole, but in a very narrow and somewhat shabby bedroom.

It's about ten square meters. There's a bed, a wardrobe, a bookshelf piled high with books, a table, a chair, and the rest are just some miscellaneous little things.

Is this the core of the extraordinary system?

The question is, he came to take the power from this core, but where is the power?

"We can only play exploration games for now."

Ronan thought to himself, "The other 'Ronan' took some power from here, causing a major problem with the system. If this is reported here, it's very likely that something is missing from this room."

So he decided to explore the room to see what was missing, hoping it might offer some insights.

Chapter 841 Investigation: Is He a God, or Not a God?

The search begins.

Ronan yanked back the neatly folded blankets, grabbed a pillow, then ripped off the sheets and even flipped up the mattress, finding nothing. He then looked under the bed and pulled out three cardboard boxes. Opening them one by one, the first box contained pirated comics, mostly hardcore titles like *Sword Master* and *Berserk*. The second box contained a pair of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards, some real, some fake; the fakes were quite old, some even folded. The third box contained figurines, but they were all oddly shaped things Ronan didn't recognize—actually characters from *Warhammer*.

It doesn't look like anything is missing from the bed.

He opened the wardrobe and looked at each hanger one by one.

The only thing that stood out was the school uniform; it was the uniform from the high school he attended back then. It was a fourth-tier county high school. When he was a freshman, the students voted on the uniform, and it turned out to be a Japanese or Korean style. However, it only lasted a few years. Later, the white shirts were changed to gray collared long shirts, and the girls' uniforms changed from plaid skirts to trousers.

Judging from the school uniform, the owner of this place is at most two grades younger than him, because the school uniform was changed after he graduated.

There shouldn't be anything missing from the wardrobe.

Ronan started rummaging through the bookshelf. The top shelves were piled high with miscellaneous books, looking quite sophisticated, including titles like "Social Psychology," "History of Western Philosophy," "The Interpretation of Dreams," and "The Protestant Ethic and Capitalism," among many others. However, upon closer inspection, most of the pages were brand new, clearly indicating they hadn't been read at all. Only books like "Greek Mythology" and "Selected Works of O. Henry" showed signs of being flipped through.

The lower floors are for high school students; besides Chinese dictionaries and English-Chinese dictionaries, there's a whole bunch of supplementary textbooks.

Ronan flipped through the book and quickly found the owner's name: Chen Liangjun.

The place looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, Ronan remembered that this was his junior from school. The reason they knew each other was because they were both on the school's soccer team. The soccer team didn't even have a full reserve squad, with a total of eighteen people, unlike the basketball team, where the competition was fierce.

Upon further reflection, Ronan recalled some things about this junior classmate, since he had played football with him several times after becoming a civil servant.

This junior's family had some money, but not much. After graduation, he went to study in the UK, which was clearly something he had planned since high school. However, he attended a school he didn't want to mention. After graduation, he returned to his hometown and got a job at a bank. The two met again when the bank's football team played against their team.

Before Ronan became a section chief, the two of them would team up for a small game of pickup football almost every month.

"So, the creator god really is my junior?"

Ronan was at a loss for words.

After all, his junior was a very normal person. Before Ronan's transmigration, he was doing fine, slacking off at the bank, without any abnormalities.

"Perhaps even he himself didn't know that he had created a world?"

Ronan guessed to himself.

"Forget it, these questions are meaningless."

Ronan cleared his mind of all distractions and focused his gaze on his final target—the desk drawer.

There were three drawers in the desk, two of which were impossible to open, which was very strange, because Ronan was in a state of superhuman strength at the time, yet he just couldn't open those drawers.

Only the top compartment can be opened; inside is a thick-covered notebook and a key.

Perhaps the key was the key to the other two drawers, but Ronan didn't rush to try it; instead, he picked up the notebook first.

I opened the notebook, and on the first page was a sentence that I had tried to write neatly, but the handwriting was still not very good: "You can take anything with you except memories."

Ronan's assessment was that it was "cringeworthy".

This isn't a negative review; after all, he himself was quite the outspoken and controversial figure in high school, all in an effort to stand out.

As Ronan continued flipping through the pages, he discovered something even more childish: a map and text indicating the setting.

This map is the map of Wieland in this world; it completely replaces the British Isles that should exist.

However, there are only diagrams, without any further specific settings.

Flipping through it again, there was a character design, along with a brief biography and some information about magic. Upon closer inspection, lo and behold, this person was none other than Orans, the founder of the Golden Eagle Dynasty and Ambrina's ancestor.

He continued flipping through the pages, and several more pages were about the setting. The general background was Seris. In these pages, Ronan noticed a geographical difference that was hard to say whether it was intentional or unintentional. There was an extra strait between Thailand and Malaysia, which was a major difference between this world and Ronan's original timeline.

Besides that, there are some power system settings.

This power system seems to be different from the fantasy and martial arts novels popular at the time, but it is also different from the magic system in the previous Orans character design, and similarly, it is different from Seris in this world.

A few pages later, it changed again, taking a huge leap and turning into dystopian science fiction.

But this dystopian science fiction is different from the high-tech civilized world that Kate, Lavigne, and the others originally lived in.

"When inspiration strikes, they start working on some kind of concept, but once the initial enthusiasm wears off, they abandon it and start another one a few days later. This is very much in line with the style of high school students."

Ronan mentally assessed the situation.

Now it seems that his junior is indeed a creator god, but he does not seem to have created a world consciously, but rather unconsciously. His several different settings were modified by an indescribable force and then merged to form this world.

And the world that Kate and her friends lived in was even influenced by this junior of hers.

It's possible, no, almost certain, that his junior himself didn't even know he had caused such an impact, nor could he use that power, and it's even possible that he never caused any impact again after that.

It cannot be said that this power of creation belongs to him.

In a sense, this junior was just an ordinary person, not even as good as Ronan now.

Further on, there are a few diary entries, all related to a girl, which are just typical high school students' crushes. After that, there's nothing more.

This thick notebook only has content on the first few pages; the rest is completely blank.

Ronan picked up the key and opened the other two drawers.

"That bastard!" Ronan cursed instantly.

Since both drawers were empty, if there had been anything inside, then the other "Ronan" had taken it all.

Taking a deep breath to calm his anger, Ronan simply picked up his notebook and walked out of the small bedroom. Before he even stepped out of the door, the notebook was back in the drawer.

“As expected,” Ronan said. Memory can’t be taken away; that’s exactly what he meant.

So Ronan casually grabbed a copy of "The Old Man and the Sea" from the bookshelf and walked out of the room.

Without any delay, the surrounding scenery changed dramatically, with multiple circular, silvery-white metal rings rotating around a white spherical ball of light.

Ronan had seen this thing on the notebook just now.

Chapter 842 A person can be destroyed but not defeated; special training begins.

Standing beneath the white light emanating from the rotating silver-white metal ring, Ronan quickly noticed the anomaly.

The ball of light would twitch every short interval, blurring the image. The intervals and the amplitude of the twitching were not fixed. It seemed like there was nothing seriously wrong and that it was relatively stable, but it was not impossible for it to suddenly explode and make a sound.

Even though Wen Jin had said that he couldn't break this thing, even though he knew that what he was going to take was just a drop in the ocean, and even though he had guessed what he might face from the previous notes, Ronan still hesitated for a moment before reaching out his hand.

As the old man and the sea said, "A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

The moment Ronan touched the ball of light, the novel "The Old Man and the Sea" in his hand vanished into thin air, and then, pain struck.

It wasn't the kind of intense pain, the kind that would cause mental confusion.

Ronan was very clear-headed.

However, what Ronan found most unbearable amidst this ongoing suffering was not the pain itself, but the uncertainty of when it would end.

Normally, Ronan wouldn't care how long it would take, but now, no matter how much he tried to convince himself that his anxiety was useless, he couldn't completely suppress it, because time was really pressing for him.

However, once anxiety sets in, the pain immediately intensifies.

As the pain intensifies, the anxiety becomes even harder to control.

At this moment, the only thing Ronan could do was distract himself from thinking about anything related to the core of the extraordinary system.

Ronan began to reflect on his journey and how he had achieved victory time and time again.

At the beginning of his transmigration, he decisively turned against the rebels. Under his leadership, a motley crew defeated one rebel after another and entered the city hall. Despite having overthrown his superiors, he was not seen as a troublemaker. In just a few years, he had united various local forces and become the city's secretary-general, effectively sidelining the mayor. The mayor even had to make others learn from him. Later, a brute like Dinia arrived. He quickly dismantled the political forces of the surrounding cities, put her in power, and easily manipulated her. Even though she was somewhat resentful of his ideas and actions, she had to rely on him. He even subtly changed her thinking. Later, in the colony, he created a comprador state based on the indigenous caste system, while also eliminating two earls who might have been brought in by the opposition to fight for power. He then became the king's consort, established the Ministry of the Interior, and opened up his own territory.

Ultimately, under his leadership, France became the leading power in the West, conquered the Rhineland, essentially assimilated it, and planted seeds of war in neighboring countries, laying a foundation that would make the country invincible no matter how weak it became.

Over the decades, wherever he went, he always made more and more friends and fewer and fewer enemies.

Even in the future, Seris will be influenced by him.

He was not created by the times; he created the times.

Who else could do that besides him?

No.

Another Ronan? He doesn't have that ability. He's just so arrogant that he repeatedly pushes himself into desperate situations, ultimately only able to band together with those who are not tolerated by others.

"A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

When those words reappeared and exploded in Ronan's sea of ​​consciousness, Ronan's mind became clearer than ever before, realizing that his magic power limit had somehow reached the threshold of the seventh rank.

In fact, his magic power had been increasing ever since he came into contact with the white ball of light, but he couldn't clearly perceive it before.

Now, his level of consciousness has returned to what it was when he first came into contact with the ball of light, and he immediately sensed a huge change.

However, although his magic power limit had already exceeded the threshold, the Book of Destiny did not appear.

"Isn't this a choice that could change my destiny? Or is it because I've already made my choice?"