This time, Ronald's hand passed safely and steadily through the dark golden glow, firmly touching the surface of the stone door.

The reason for his success.

Was because he used the method taught by Costate.

This barrier, although exceptionally strong in defense, was essentially still within the scope of barriers. The maid's century-old accumulated method to break barriers was perfectly suited to handle this situation.

After his palm passed through the defense, Ronald naturally grasped the handle on the side of the door.

He had initially thought he might need to use rather forceful means to open the door protected by the barrier.

But who knew there was no need for a key.

Ronald simply applied his usual gentle force as if opening any door, and the stone door gave a 'click,' making the sound of a door opening.

"... "

Ronald was taken aback; he hadn't anticipated how easily the stone door would open.

But he quickly became unconcerned.

The right method with the right object can make what seemed impossible become incredibly easy; there's nothing to dwell on.

With a smile, he shook his head.

Ronald decisively pulled open the door and ventured into the tunnel behind it.

After just two steps inside, he could confirm one thing—the caster from the Nine Commandments had indeed failed to enter here.

Because right before Ronald.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and even without a strong breeze, the air exuded an ancient, decayed odor, discomforting his throat.

Passing through a not-too-long staircase.

Ronald turned his head to see everything hidden behind the barrier.

This was a perfectly square room.

Apart from the wall walked through when entering, the other three walls were filled with bookshelves, densely packed with books occupying all spaces on the shelves.

But that wasn't the key point.

Because besides the books and the room, Ronald also saw a desiccated figure sitting in the corner.

This figure's flesh was nearly completely vanished, appearing skeletal, devoid of any semblance to a living person.

Yet Ronald, who possessed Soul Magic and life-restoration spells.

Could detect from the other the feeble presence of life and soul, as if a thread.

In other words—this person was alive?!

For a moment, Ronald almost thought he was mistaken.

Because even using a conservative time estimate, this site's existence spanned from the end of the Dark Age to the present.

The environment within the ruins, the Nine Commandments' exploitation of the place, and the intact state of the barrier outside all proved this room was always sealed, never opened by the outside world.

What does this mean?

It implies that this person has sat here lifelessly, enduring hundreds of years, until Ronald arrived today!

"Gulp—"

Ronald couldn't help but swallow spittle.

In the surrounding empty and silent environment, this action appeared particularly noticeable.

As Ronald hesitated whether to approach and touch this figure, the figure seemed to sense Ronald's presence. It slowly raised its head and looked Ronald's way!

The scene at that moment was like a horror movie.

Before Ronald, the dry figure raised its face, revealing eyes completely desiccated, like flesh shrunk on a seeds under the sun.

"Hsss..."

The figure opened its mouth, but no formed sound came out. Only a sound like a creaking door rubbing against the ground issued from its throat.

The lengthy years almost completely wore down this person's body.

Reflected in reality, it was even more terrifying.

An average person witnessing this scene would likely be frightened out of their wits, fleeing aimlessly.

Ronald too had a similar urge.

But Ronald soon realized he was a powerful caster with several original texts!

Not to mention the frail person with no mobility before him.

Even a real ancient evil spirit from a horror film crouching there couldn't be a match for him, Ronald!

Startled, Ronald shook his head slightly, finding his behavior somewhat amusing.

Then he didn't delay any longer.

Just like that, he walked boldly towards the figure, squatting down in front of the desiccated person.

The erosion brought by the years was too terrifying for a living person.

The joint positions of this dried-up voice sitting in the corner had lost mobility.

Even because of moving its head up just to look at Ronald.

Its neck position developed a certain degree of twisted deformity, which just from looking made one feel uncomfortable.

"I'll help you recover a bit now."

"If you want to express anything, wait until I'm done."

Ronald gently reminded and proactively reached out his palm, placing it on the figure's chest. Regardless of desire, the dried figure couldn't support expressing its current thoughts.

The next second, when his palm touched the chest.

The magic power from the origin text of "Origin of Species" surged up from Ronald's body.

This essence deeply rooted in the life force system wielded its power fully at this moment, beginning to nourish this unfortunate human long deprived of daylight.

A miraculous scene unfolded on the shriveled figure.

Under the magic power from "Origin of Species," the flesh once vanished gradually regrew, and the dry, fragile skin returned to displaying softness and fairness.

Soon, the dried eyeballs regained the luster and moisture typical of lenses, along with the reappearance of the rightful deep blue.

Almost three minutes passed.

As golden hair began appearing softly in the darkness, tender lips regained suppleness.

A young maiden appearing about twenty.

Came to life miraculously before Ronald, resembling an ordinary person!

Or more precisely, a nun.

After body restoration, her frame supported the loosely draped monk's robe over her.

Ronald had already identified her from attire, though he didn't expect such a young maiden.

So Ronald wasn't too surprised, promptly removing the palm from her chest and inquired:

"How do you feel?"

"We should step outside and rest for a while, places sealed for long periods don't breathe well."

"Ah ah..." the nun opened her mouth.

The gesture was not to respond to Ronald but to try saying something.

Yet, the punishment from long years made her almost forget speech, even manipulating her body posed considerable difficulty.

Observing this situation, Ronald didn't hesitate.

He approached, lifted her up, and turned to step onto the stairs, heading out towards the chapel.