Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"letter of introduction."

Arkham City, Valantia Continent.

In the bustling admissions office, two figures sat facing each other, separated by a desk made of nightmare wood.

Listening to the emotionless words of the middle-aged man opposite him, Ron's expression remained unchanged. He respectfully handed over the letter of introduction that he had been clutching in his hand.

The middle-aged man took the slightly yellowed paper and glanced at it casually:

"Um?"

"What's wrong, sir? Is there a problem?"

After carefully examining the young man in front of him, I noticed that his long black hair was loose, slightly obscuring his low-set eyebrows and clear light green eyes, and a faint smile was playing on his lips.

A good young man.

The middle-aged man gave what he considered to be a very high evaluation in his mind.

"The letter of introduction is fine. I'm just a little curious. With your superior mental and physical aptitude, why did you choose to come to the 'Crimson Moon Tower'?"

"You should know that although our academy ranks third on the continent of Valantia..."

"But given your age and qualifications, I believe even those two wizarding academies wouldn't refuse your application."

In fact, Ron was well aware of this principle, but he had his own considerations and concerns.

He glanced subtly at the middle-aged man opposite him, a glint of light appearing in his eyes:

Wade Hall

Age: 58/121

[Attributes: Constitution 2.3, Spirit 12.6]

[Strength: High-level Wizard Apprentice]

[Pollution Level: Physical 1.25%, Mental 9.5/12.6]

[Assessment: Due to practicing the Scarlet Eye meditation method and learning too much conflict-related knowledge, the mental state has become moderately polluted.]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution.]

Option 1: Learn the Mother Earth Meditation Method; Option 2: ......

This was one of the least corrupted admissions staff he had met in the week since he arrived at the Valantia Wizarding Academy's admissions office.

The two highest-ranked schools are naturally the two wizarding academies at the top of the list.

As for this panel, it's a cheat code he brought with him when he transmigrated.

Since arriving in this world a month ago, he has been adapting to this body and the original owner's memories.

It wasn't until recently, after arriving on the so-called continent of "Valantia," that I fully understood the world I was in through the original owner's memories.

A wizarding world that prides itself on wisdom and reason, but is actually mad and dangerous.

Why do I say that?

After arriving in Valantia on a wizard ship, Ron intended to join a wizarding organization, following the original owner's memories.

His original goal was the two top-ranked wizarding schools, Darkwood and Pale Corridor.

However, upon seeing the two recruiters from the wizarding organization, he immediately dismissed the idea.

A "human" whose entire body, except for its head, is made up of alien-like creatures. Its lower body consists of eight long tentacles with suction cups stuck to the ground, standing upright. The upper body is even more outrageous, with crab claws, tiger claws, cow horns... a whole bunch of messy animal limbs that are absolutely terrifying to look at.

The other body is normal, but the mind is extremely unstable. It can switch between eight personalities in three minutes, and you can see all kinds of emotions on one face.

There are also one or two signs on the panel indicating severe mental pollution.

This gave him, a modern man who had only been in this world for a month and had spent most of that time on a wizard's ship, quite a fright.

He slightly raised his head, revealing his eyes hidden beneath his black hair, and looked directly at Wade:

"My lord, to be honest, I am not yet able to accept these unusual physical and mental changes."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man laughed:

"Honesty is a good virtue, but sometimes you have to learn to lie. And it's lucky you're saying this to me. If it were those guys from the 'limb extension' school here today, you'd probably be fired."

"Sir, what is the 'limb extension' school of thought?"

He waved his hand, signaling him to stop:

"You'll find out once you join the academy. Alright, you've passed the preliminary exam. Come back here in three days, and someone will take you back to the academy to explain the rules for the second round of exams. Let's go."

Upon hearing this, although he was curious about what the retest was, the boy did not press for details. He stood up, bowed to Wade, and then left.

"Next."

"Sir, I also cannot accept heresy; those guys deserve to die."

"roll!"

Ignoring the sounds behind him, Ron walked out of the admissions hall, stood alone at the doorway, looked at the pale sun overhead, and felt a long-lost warmth:

"It's time to go."

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards the Dongcheng District.

After walking for about half an hour, he arrived at a detached three-story building, which was where he had been living these past few days.

"Ding-dong~", the doorbell rang, and upon hearing the sound, a series of light and slow footsteps immediately came from inside the house.

After a moment, the door opened a crack from the inside, and an old man peeked out. Upon seeing him, he opened the door completely.

"You're back, Ron. How was your day?"

"Good day, Mr. Norton. Thanks to you, everything went well today."

The two walked into the house as they talked:

"It's good that you did well. There are very few outstanding young men like you. If even you didn't get into the wizarding academy, I really don't know who else could."

"Your voice is still so pleasant to hear. No wonder your relationship with Ms. Ellie has remained so good all these years. By the way, how has she been lately?"

Ron looked at the somewhat thin old man beside him and felt genuinely happy.

The reason he lives here is because when he first arrived in Arkham, he accidentally saved an old lady.

This refers to Ms. Ellie, whom he mentioned, and Mrs. Norton.

When the elderly couple heard that he was looking for a place to stay, they immediately took him to stay at their home.

Unable to refuse their insistence, Ron reluctantly settled in.

"Haha, she's fine, you don't need to worry."

"That's good. By the way, Mr. Norton, I'm going to the academy in three days. I'm very grateful for your and Ms. Ellie's care these past few days."

Upon hearing that the boy was leaving, the old man's expression froze.

He genuinely liked the polite young man in front of him, but in the end, he still had to leave, just like he had left his own child years ago.

Then, as if remembering something, he smiled at the young man:

"Okay, I understand. You should go back to your room and get ready. I'll pass on the message to Madam, so don't worry."

"Um."

After giving that one word in response, Ron parted ways with the old man and returned to his room.

I drew back the curtains, sat down at my desk, and took a deep breath. If I could, I wouldn't want to join that group of "crazy people."

In his view, those wizards who claimed to pursue the truth were a bunch of complete "madmen".

Human body modification, schizophrenia... what else could this be but madness?

But there was no other way.

As Ron opened the book in his hand, his gaze was no longer on the book; at that moment, there was a screen of light in his eyes.

That was his own control panel:

Ron Seraphim

Age: 15/81

[Talents: High-level physical talent, high-level mental talent]

[Attributes: Constitution 1.5, Spirit 1.7]

[Strength: None]

[Skills: Lionheart Knight Breathing Technique, Mad Lion Swordsmanship, Basic Meditation (Incomplete)...]

[Pollution Level: Physical 17%, Mental 1.1/1.7]

[Comment: The price ordinary people pay for glimpsing the truth is death; learning incomplete, basic meditation techniques leads to moderate mental pollution...]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution]

[Option 1: Learn basic meditation techniques (full version); Option 2: Learn basic wizarding knowledge (including basic runic writing, basic potion-making, etc.)...]

The data on the panel constantly reminded Ron:

I'm going crazy.

The culprit behind all this was that tattered basic meditation technique, given to him by the guy who brought him aboard the wizard ship.

In the original owner's memories, the continent he lived on before was unaware of the existence of wizards, unlike Valantia, where almost everyone knew about the wizarding academy.

Perhaps it was to suppress the news, or perhaps it was for other reasons.

In short, the man taught this to everyone on the ship and told them that the path of truth is one of continuous progress with no turning back.

At first, he thought it was just some kind of motivational rhetoric.

Only as time passed and his mental pollution intensified did he realize:

The so-called "no retreat" means that apart from becoming a wizard, all other efforts will only lead to death.

That's why he wanted to join a wizarding organization.