Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

However, all of this was just his fantasy.

He didn't see what he hoped to see until the very last day of the mission.

As the bells rang throughout the entire wizarding estate, Locke's numb face began to twitch uncontrollably.

Through the window, he watched as one wizard apprentice after another emerged from their dwellings, each with a different expression, and walked in the same direction.

Upon seeing this, Locke could no longer contain himself. His expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he began to dismantle things in the room, venting his anger.

"Damn, he's a real bastard! How can he stay indoors for so long? How does he even manage to stay indoors?!"

Looking out the window at Byron's residence, Locke growled through gritted teeth.

"You must never fall into my hands again, or I will extract your soul and refine it day and night, turning your corpse into a corpse puppet...!!!"

After venting his frustrations, Locke felt much better, leaving only bitterness. He tidied himself up and headed outside.

He had just stepped out the door when he stood frozen in place, staring blankly ahead.

At this moment, the magic circle outside Byron's residence had disappeared, and its door had been opened at some unknown time.

As for Byron, whom he longed for, he was standing at the gate, looking up at the sky, lost in thought.

Byron stood at the doorway, looking at the blinding sunlight outside, raising his hand to slightly shield his eyes, his expression becoming somewhat dazed.

This must be the longest period of seclusion he has ever had; he didn't leave the house for over a month.

However, he also made considerable progress in the past month. He finally designed the template for the "Flame Condensation Wizard" and engraved it in his mental sea.

This means that he has gained another magical trick he can use, and his strength has increased.

However, after becoming a second-class wizard apprentice, the speed at which the All-Knowing Eye could analyze meditation runes suddenly slowed down.

This resulted in him only managing to add three more meditation runes to the eighteen he had condensed when he became a second-class wizard apprentice, after three months of continuous effort.

The progress of advancing one meditation rune per month is almost one month, and there is still a long way to go before meeting the requirement of condensing thirty-six meditation runes to become a third-class wizard apprentice.

No wonder there are so many fewer third-class wizard apprentices than second-class wizard apprentices in the academy. Senior student Coron spent several years becoming a third-class wizard apprentice.

If becoming a third-class wizard apprentice is this difficult, then how difficult must it be for a master wizard apprentice who has kept his senior sister stuck at the third-class wizard apprentice level for so long?

Even Byron was astonished at the thought.

"Um--"

Just as Byron was reflecting on this, he suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if someone was watching him.

This is one of the benefits of increased mental strength: the senses become more acute, making it easier to detect anything unusual in the surroundings.

Byron looked in the direction of that strange feeling.

A man with messy hair, bloodshot eyes, and a haggard, withered face stood at the entrance of the residence opposite him, staring intently at him with his bloodshot eyes.

Upon seeing this, Byron was slightly taken aback. After realizing what was happening, he frowned slightly, not understanding why the man was looking at him like that.

Does he know me?

With this in mind, Byron began searching his memories, trying to find the person who corresponded to him.

Before long, Byron finally recognized who it was—the same pretty boy he had met on his first day at the academy, the one who had made Corren grit his teeth.

Thinking of this, and looking at the man's current appearance, while recalling the man's handsome face in his memory, Byron felt a pang of sadness.

This wizarding world is indeed dangerous and messed up, managing to turn such a person into what he is now.

Although Byron didn't know what had happened to the other person, he could sense the decadent aura emanating from him.

He must have experienced something incredibly painful to have turned him into this.

However, this matter only evoked a slight feeling in Byron's heart.

After a moment of reflection, he forgot about it and left without a second thought. He closed the gate, turned around, and headed towards the central plaza where they would gather and teleport away.

After all, I don't know him well, and I don't want to waste my time on someone I don't know.

Watching Byron's departing figure, Locke finally came to his senses, his throat bobbing as he let out an extremely mournful laugh.

Upon hearing the strange noise Locke made, Byron not only did not turn around, but quickened his pace and moved away from Locke as if he were afraid of getting dirty.

.......

Before long, Byron arrived at the plaza in front of the tallest building in the center of the wizard's quarters.

At this moment, the square was already packed with people, looking incredibly crowded.

The expressions on these people's faces varied: some were smug, some were worried, some were happy, and some were afraid...

The reason for this situation is likely due to the task points system.

However, Byron also noticed that the number of people in the square was at least one-seventh less than the number in the college square before, by as many as one or two thousand.

Some people may still be in various locations around the camp and haven't arrived yet, but those people are ultimately just a few scattered individuals.

As for the majority of those who didn't make it, it's safe to assume they were buried in this plane of existence.

Byron's mood grew heavy as he recalled the corpses he had seen lying on the ground on his way to the wizard's camp.

Byron understood that this was one of the cruelties of the wizarding world.

I wonder if I will ever have that day, lying in the mud slowly rotting, or being eaten clean.

Thinking of this, Byron's eyes hardened.

He knew very well that if he wanted to avoid such a situation from happening to him, he not only had to be careful, but also had to improve his strength!

"Hey, Byron, over here!"

Just then, a cheerful voice drew Byron's attention.

Senior student Corren was standing in the crowd, waving his arms at him happily, while Elena stood next to him.

At that moment, Elena stood with her arms crossed, smiling at him.

Seeing this, Byron did not hesitate and smiled as he moved closer to the two of them.

"Byron, Elena and I were just talking about you. What a coincidence that you're here."

Elena smiled and said, "Finally decided to leave your shabby house?"

Hearing Elena's teasing, Byron shook his head with a wry smile: "Look at what you're saying, if I don't come out, I'll be stuck here forever."

At this moment, Byron looked at Colin and the other man, and asked with a smile, "How have you two been doing lately?"

Upon hearing Byron's question, Corinne became excited and wanted to tell Byron about what had happened recently, to vent her urge to speak.

Unfortunately, this is destined to be a pipe dream.