As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

"I think it would be good to eat something. I'm hungry too."

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind!

Philomena, who was chewing the roasted rabbit meat, suddenly froze, as if she was under a spell, her body stiff and motionless.

A few seconds later, with a snap, the roasted rabbit leg in his hand fell to the ground.

The next moment, Philomena's body shivered suddenly as if she had been electrocuted. Then, her body turned around, her big eyes widened with surprise and disbelief.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that Philomena’s eyes seem to be wet.

Right in front of Philomena, the man who had been lying motionless on the ground opened his eyes at some point. His long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and his pair of black eyes seemed to be a little uncomfortable with his current state, and he moved them with some difficulty.

He seemed to be trying to sit up from the ground.

But more than seven years was too long. For a moment, Ron even felt that he had completely lost control of this body. Every move he made seemed extremely uncomfortable.

Every vein and muscle in his body was trembling constantly, and the intense feeling of soreness and numbness was something Ron had never experienced before.

The sour feeling even made Ron's body tremble, and he took a deep breath of cold air. His face was twisted and looked extremely tormented.

I have experienced this feeling before, but never has the numbness been as severe as this time.

Even with Ron's physical fitness, he couldn't withstand this feeling for a while.

It was Philomena who finally reacted after seeing Ron's uncomfortable look. She walked forward quickly, not caring that her hands were still greasy. She held Ron's shoulder with one hand and his waist with the other, and pulled Ron up from the ground.

Ron, who had just stood up, felt that his legs were completely out of control and kept shaking. Waves of intense soreness and numbness like electric shocks were pouring into his mind from his limbs.

At this moment, Ron even wanted to lie down on the ground again and roll back and forth a dozen times.

In other words, if an enemy comes, punch him hard on the thickest part of your body.

With Philomena's support, Ron sat down on the stone bench tremblingly, breathing in cool air. After a long time, the tingling feeling all over his body finally subsided a little. Although it was still very uncomfortable, he could bear it. His body also regained some normal consciousness and was able to control his body to a certain extent.

Damn, the time my soul spent out of the body was too long this time.

More than seven years on the Dusk Continent and eighty-nine years on the Soul Ferry.

It even caused a strong repulsion between one's soul and one's body.

It was seven years now, but what if it was seventy years? Or seven hundred years? Ron even worried that a new soul would be born in his body.

Philomena had a faint smile on her face the whole time. She did not ask too much about what happened to Ron or what he had done during such a long time. She just wanted to know that Ron's soul had returned safely and Ron had awakened. That was enough.

Gululu...

As soon as he woke up, Ron heard a strange sound in his stomach.

Even though Ron was extremely thick-skinned, he couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.

During the seven years, his body did not become exhausted due to this long time, but a strong feeling of hunger came over him the moment his soul returned.

Philomena slapped her head, quickly let go of Ron, turned around and ran back. The first thing that caught her eye was the rabbit leg that she had accidentally dropped on the ground.

For a moment, Philomena didn't know what she was thinking. She subconsciously picked up the rabbit leg, then turned around and handed it to Ron. It was not until Ron reached out to take the rabbit leg that Philomena remembered.

My head buzzed and a flush instantly spread across my cheeks.

For a moment, Philomena was so shy that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

What on earth is going on with me? Is my brain cramping? The rabbit legs have fallen to the ground, how can I eat it?

Just when he was about to give Ron another piece, he found that Ron didn't care at all. He opened his mouth and tore off a piece of rabbit meat from it, chewing it with big mouthfuls. After the steaming rabbit meat went into his stomach, a warmth began to spread along the stomach, and the strong numb feeling in the body was finally gradually suppressed.

Philomena stared at Ron blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Ron finished the rabbit leg in no time. He wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and then noticed Philomena's strange expression. He smiled casually, "It's not clean, but it won't make you sick. It's not a big deal."

Not to mention that the ground was cleaned very cleanly by Philomena, and there was no dirt on the rabbit's legs. Even if it was really contaminated with something, with Ron's current strength, there was no need to worry about anything. Even if he stuffed bacteria and viruses directly into his mouth, his body could withstand it.

Moreover, this wild rabbit is not very big. After being grilled, it is about the size of a big rat. It is not enough for two people to share, so it cannot be wasted at this time.

But Ron's words did not ease Philomena's embarrassment at all, and her face looked even redder.

Ron might not have noticed, but... this piece of meat was the one she had just eaten.

Philomena's cheeks were flushed, her gaze seemed to be evasive, her mind was in a mess, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Ron let out a long breath, and when he felt the numbness in his body had almost subsided and he had completely regained control of his body, he tried to stand up. Although his body was still a little shaky, his legs finally supported his body.

Ron smiled and looked at Philomena: "Do you want to go out for a walk? You've been here for too long. Are you bored?"

Although Ron was not clear about what had happened during his retreat, looking at the situation inside the mountain and the pile of dragon crystal residue that formed a small hill, Ron could probably guess what had happened.

I guess that except for the necessary going out to find food, Philomena should stay here and take care of herself all the time.

Seeing that Ron seemed to be fine, Philomena smiled slightly, then nodded and said, "It's a bit stuffy, it's good to go out and get some fresh air."

As soon as he said that, he took a step forward and prepared to grab Ron's wrist and take Ron away from the mountain.

Philomena didn't even notice that since Ron woke up, she had been smiling more and more.

But just when Philomena's little hand touched Ron's wrist, something unexpected happened. Ron's body trembled violently, and then there was a series of crackling sounds, as if something was breaking.

Philomena shuddered and subconsciously looked up at Ron. The next moment, her big eyes shrank and her pupils trembled.

Ron, who was standing nearby and was originally fine, now had countless strange cracks on his body.

Just like a dried-up paddy field in summer, Ron's back of his hands, wrists, neck, and cheeks were all cracked, and through these cracks, you could even see the scarlet flesh inside.

Philomena opened her mouth slightly, and before she could utter a scream, she saw streams of blood gushing out of Ron's body as if he was risking his life, splashing on the ground in front of him, exploding like water droplets, and his snow-white robe was dyed bright red in the blink of an eye.

His entire body was soaked in blood.

Philomena's face turned pale in an instant: "Ron, what are you doing..."

"Huh..." Ron exhaled heavily, his face looked a little ugly, but he still waved at Philomena: "It's okay, but... it's just that the body can't carry the soul."

To put it simply, Ron's current soul strength is too exaggerated, and his physical body has not been strengthened along with the soul, resulting in the physical body being unable to bear the current soul, which is why such a reaction occurs.

This feeling is just like a god descending to the mortal world to look for a body to possess.

Naturally, the physical strength of those possessed bodies is unable to bear the souls of gods, but gods have the means to limit the fluctuations of their own souls within a certain range so as not to cause the possessed bodies to collapse directly.

But at the same time, the power that gods can exert has also been greatly affected.

Ron doesn't know how to do this, so his body will naturally undergo such changes.

Although during these eighty-nine years, Ron's body has been sleeping and his soul has been practicing, the gap between the strength of the soul and the strength of the body has indeed been widening, but you have to know that Ron is the kind of practitioner with a very exaggerated physical strength. Ron estimates that his physical body is probably stronger than that of a genuine, demigod-level practitioner like Patrick.

But even such a powerful body could not fully carry Ron's soul. One can imagine how exaggerated Ron's soul strength is now.

Although Philomena was simple, she was extremely perceptive in cultivation. She thought about it for a moment and immediately came up with this: "Ron, could it be that your soul strength has already..."

Ron nodded. "Yes, if my own estimate is not too far off, my current soul strength should be about the same as that old man Partridge, maybe even a little stronger."

What a joke.

He actually swallowed the souls of seven or eight ancestors, although most of them were broken.

However, the soul of the God of Decay and Failure was intact, it was just broken into pieces.

With the soul of an entire god, it is not difficult at all to push the strength of one's soul to the peak of the demigod realm.

But Philomena obviously found it hard to accept this. She, who was originally very happy to see Ron wake up, was now pouting angrily, with unhappiness written all over her face.

What a joke.

You know, Philomena has been praised by her father more than once, saying that she is the smartest and most talented among all his children.

However, in just two or three hundred years, he had already entered the late stage of the Destruction Realm, and now he has reached the peak of the Destruction Realm. He is only one step away from becoming a demigod.

She thought that her cultivation speed was already quite exaggerated. In the entire Dusk Continent, except for a few people like Hefferson and Patridge, almost no one could compare with her.

But now, Ron's soul strength has reached the peak of demigod, leaving him far behind.

I was hit hard and feel a little unhappy.

Damn it, this guy just had a good sleep, but his strength improved so dramatically?

If I had known that sleeping could bring such great progress, what would be the point of practicing so hard? I might as well accompany Ron for a good sleep. Bah, what do you mean accompany Ron? I can sleep alone.

All kinds of thoughts lingered in Philomena's mind, and the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

Feeling that her mind was about to become a mess, Philomena simply shook her head vigorously to throw away all these distracting thoughts in her mind. If she didn't think about them, she wouldn't be troubled.