Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Ron stood there for a while, and only after he was sure that the deputy director of the park, Latour, had left did he slowly let out a sigh of relief.

"Phew~"

Although with his physique comparable to that of a magical beast, standing for such a short time would not have much of an impact on his body.

However, that pressure was constant, forcing him to maintain a high level of tension.

He was terrified that a spell might suddenly appear from the shadows and knock him to the ground with his tongue sticking out.

"That old man is quite petty."

Ron muttered something to himself, then headed towards the dormitory area in the direction he remembered.

"Hey, this kid's quite interesting. He recognized me, but he didn't seem too afraid. Is it because he grew up in that desolate place?"

After he left, a hunched figure emerged from the shadows once more. Watching the boy's departing back, Latour's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he muttered to himself.

After returning to his dorm, Ron immediately began to organize what he had learned during this period.

First, naturally, you should check the panel information:

Ron Seraphim

Age: 16/81

[Talents: High-level physical talent, high-level mental talent, Heart of the Firebird of Morocco, high-level affinity for fire elemental particles, fire elementalized body...]

[Attributes: Constitution 7.51 (8.65 after bloodline activation), Spirit 6.92]

[Strength: Intermediate Wizard Apprentice]

[Skills: Basic Meditation, Eye of Truth, Wizard's Hand, Lesser Low-Energy Fireball, Fire Feather, Pyroblast, Lesser Fire Elemental Protection, High-Energy Fire Elemental Particle Impact...]

[Pollution Level: Physical 34.1%, Mental 4.69/6.92]

[Comment: What a lucky kid! Even walking a path cursed by your bloodline, you haven't lost your true nature.]

[Bloodline: Moroccan Firebird (Activation 50.1%)]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution]

[Option 1: Increase the activation level of the Moroccan Firebird bloodline within the body; Option 2: Learn the Scarlet Eye Meditation Technique; Option 3...]

After that battle, he finally managed to suppress the remaining spirituality within the Morok Firefeather Bird bloodline in his body.

Although his bloodline activation level remained at 50.1%, the significant increase in his physical and mental attributes still demonstrated the enormous gains he had made in this battle.

Ron looked at his stats and nodded in satisfaction: "At least the result is good."

The result is good, isn't that enough?

In his view, that's how it is: no matter what the process is like, as long as the result meets his expectations, then he has not failed.

Then, as Ron sensed the three shadows enveloped in a halo within his spiritual sea, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upwards slightly.

If the increase in his panel information this time was only a small gain, then that treasure could be considered his biggest gain in this assessment.

Although he didn't know why the academy hadn't asked him to hand over the treasure, he didn't want to think about it too much. After all, the treasure was still in his hands, and that was enough. Thinking too much would only put too much pressure on him, and if his mental pollution worsened, it would be a loss that wouldn't outweigh the gains.

[Eternal Rest in the River]

[Rank: Second Ring]

[Pollution level: -0.01/day (based on the user's current capacity)]

[Evaluation: The Moon Path is the world's origin, a necessary tool for the Moon, Hidden, and Death Paths to break through the limits of the sequence, and it contains the laws of death and hiddenness.]

The following improvements are recommended.

Option 1: Add the heart of the Necromancer King, and billions of souls...

Looking at the information about this treasure on the panel, Ron began to have some doubts:

"Should we give this to the vice dean when we go to the lab tomorrow?"

In his view, since the news of his acquisition of this item had already reached the ears of the official wizards, he might as well hand it over. If he kept it in his hands, it would be like a child carrying gold in the market. Even if others didn't covet it, he himself would be worried.

Furthermore, it's almost impossible for others not to covet treasures of this caliber.

It would be better to just hand it over; at least that vice dean might exchange it for something suitable because of this.

Having made up his mind, Ron stopped thinking about it.

I climbed straight into bed, lay down, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

Having maintained a high-intensity schedule and been constantly on edge, he naturally needs to relax now that he's back at the academy.

The proper way to cultivate oneself is to balance work and rest.

Otherwise, it will be mentally and physically exhausting, ultimately resulting in less than half the effort and more losses than gains.

The crimson moon crept silently across the sky, leaving behind an eerie arc that was difficult for ordinary people to see.

In the desolate forest, the cabin stood quietly, its interior still glowing. The boy lay peacefully asleep on the bed, but in the shadows, a pair of blood-red eyes stared intently at him, their gazes gleaming with a predatory light.

Time passed second by second, but the owner of those eyes did not make a move, merely staring at him without moving.

Gradually, the sun's radiance reappeared on the horizon.

The sunrise was so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

As the light fell upon the earth, the darkness in the forest gradually dissipated, and the pair of red eyes disappeared around the cabin without a trace.

Ron opened his eyes, got out of bed, and stretched.

Feeling the relaxation that came over him after his previous exhaustion, he yawned deeply, releasing his last bit of advice along with the fatigue of the past few days.

"I haven't eaten at the cafeteria in ages, I need to hurry."

Upon realizing this, he quickly got out of bed.

After washing up, he ran straight towards the academy cafeteria. Everything he saw along the way was so familiar, giving him an eerie feeling of returning "home".

"I must be crazy, to think I can even be a writer in this godforsaken place?"

Ron silently berated himself, then stopped caring about it.

Right now, all he wanted to do was hurry up and get to the second floor of the cafeteria to have a delicious Black Lake Snake and Rat Stew to fill his stomach, and then head to the lab at the location the vice dean had given him yesterday.

He didn't want to be turned into a dog the moment he got back.

Putting aside whether it interferes with his life, the fact that it affects his image is something he cannot accept.

After rushing all the way, I finally arrived at the cafeteria.

The familiar door, the familiar window, the familiar people and things, and the most captivating thing for him was that familiar scent that permeated the air.

"Mmm~ Just out of the pot."

Ron took a deep sniff, inhaling the scent wafting in the air, and his spirit seemed to soar to a euphoric state under the cleansing aroma.