Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength Chapter 1201 1195: Charge!

"Then suit yourself and be happy."

As Ronald had expected, Gwendolin was not too strict in this regard.

This great existence whose power limits were unknown.

It was quite pure in itself, indicating that if it wanted fun, it would go for it, and other issues were not really important.

Even if Ronald approached the maze in this almost reckless manner.

Gwendolin would simply take a glance and at most comnt lightly, teasing Ronald a bit.

"..."

Gwendolin's voice gradually faded away in the air.

Ronald took a deep breath and then stepped onto the stairs leading to the third floor, moving upward.

Thus, the final test as anticipated appeared before him.

Yet it was different from the previous maze.

A straight corridor leading to Heloise's room, where every few ters there were colorful decorative bricks, arranged more haphazardly than a kaleidoscope, dazzling the eye.

"..."

Excessive color tends to lose its aesthetic appeal.

The lavish and chaotic colors flooded Ronald's vision, causing an imdiate physiological discomfort. He closed his eyes and regulated his breath, suppressing the nausea rising in his chest.

Then, Ronald tentatively took a step forward.

Clunk——

The sound of triggering a chanism rang out, and Ronald almost instinctively leaped back. Monts later, three arrows, side by side, whizzed past, narrowly missing his head.

"This isn't how dangerous mazes are in those puzzle books!"

Ronald couldn't help but mutter.

Unexpectedly, Gwendolin's voice imdiately whispered in his ear:

"It is indeed a bit dangerous here."

"But Ronald, you can use any thod to break through here~~"

Gwendolin's tone was full of provocation.

The modification of the maze was sowhat payback for Ronald's previous shortcuts.

This one did not intend to break the rules of the maze world, but clearly wished for more 'joy.'

"..."

"Alright, let's do this then."

Ronald chose not to judge Gwendolin's 'counterattack.'

He hadn't thought today would be an easy problem-solving affair, and now that difficulty had truly arisen, Ronald had the bravery to face the challenge.

Thus, Ronald simply picked up a cylindrical flower pot from beside the stairs, emptied the soil and plants from it, and tossed it down the straight corridor in front of him.

Tumble——

The flower pot landed and naturally rolled forward due to its shape.

Along the way, arrows, fiery oil, peculiar powder, darts, spears, and even spells erged from the walls, displaying consecutively in the corridor before Ronald.

Until the flower pot t a yellowish patch of ground and fell into a pitfall trap, this colorful display of traps ca to an end.

"..."

To have such a high density of traps installed in this corridor.

Honestly, it wouldn't be plausible in the real world. It's thanks to this illogical maze world that such an exaggerated scene could appear.

While marveling at this in his heart.

Ronald's attention returned to the path the flower pot had rolled over.

Through his investigation and observations earlier, he had preliminarily grasped the rule of trap distribution here.

——Green floor tiles indicated arrows;

——White floor tiles indicated fiery oil;

——Black floor tiles indicated darts…

By this rule, Ronald confird that blue was the safe tile color.

Just to be sure, he picked up a clod of earth from the ground and threw it experintally upward.

Crack——

The clod shattered on the blue tile.

And, as Ronald's observation suggested, the blue tile was indeed a safe path free of traps.

In the next second, Ronald decisively took his first step, heading down the corridor.

His deduced rule was correct; so long as he stepped only on blue tiles, no traps would trigger.

Although he frequently encountered long jumps or abrupt turns, with his current ability, Ronald managed to proceed through that distance without incident.

Apart from needing to rest his eyesight by closing his eyes, Ronald advanced almost unimpeded.

Thus, when he reached the final ten ters at the end of the corridor.

The last trap appeared before Ronald.

On this stretch of the path, no blue, safety-indicating tiles were visible; it was densely packed with tiles of sinister hues.

No matter how hard Ronald searched.

It only added to his dizziness, with not a single suspect tile to be found.

"Ronald, is there sothing happening outside?"

It was then that Heloise's concerned inquiry ca from the room just separated by the door.

Through their conversation, Heloise was aware Ronald was coming to rescue her.

But after his sudden silence during this final stretch, she couldn't help but inquire.

"Ronald, shouldn't you go back and plan carefully?"

Almost alongside Heloise's concern, Gwendolin's voice again reached Ronald's ears.

However, there wasn't any concern in her tone.

She was completely using a teasing and mocking tone to provoke Ronald:

"The princess is in the room ahead, don't slip up and waste all previous efforts at this critical mont."

"..."

An obvious provocation tactic.

The mont Ronald heard Gwendolin's words, he judged her intention.

Ronald cald his mood, refusing to be influenced by her.

But under these circumstances, he still made a very risky decision.

"Gwendolin, I know you're trying to incite !"

"But now, watch closely!"

Standing on the last safe tile, Ronald shouted aloud:

"You can't predict everyone's actions!"

"I am not stirred by you but motivated by the thought of rescuing my companion, challenging courage at this mont!"

"Huh?" Gwendolin's voice was clearly shocked, urgently questioning Ronald, "Ronald, what do you an, what are you going to do?"

"Tell now!"

"In return, I can tell you the whereabouts of soone you absolutely cannot find, I promise!"

"..."

However, Ronald stopped responding to Gwendolin, and instead shouted towards the end of the corridor:

"Heloise, I'm charging over, be ready to catch !"

"..."

"Ronald, bring it on!"

From within the doorway at the corridor's end, Heloise firmly responded to Ronald's shout.

The next second, Ronald imdiately stepped forward.

He disregarded the trendous threat posed by the corridor full of traps.

Just like a knight charging toward windmills, he faced the danger head-on and rushed toward the terror ahead!