Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Chapter 154, "The World Collapses," is now available! Read it now!

"The little one is finally awake! How was it? What I taught you was pretty good, wasn't it?"

"Thank you for your generosity, great Lord Latour."

"Alright, alright, I don't even know what you look like. There's no need to pretend like this in front of me. It's making this old man feel nauseous. Now that you're awake, it's time for this dream to end."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron noticed cracks appearing in the space around him.

A familiar, rainbow-like, dreamlike light suddenly came into his view, and the figures around him disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed.

Ron could still see various expressions on their faces, some surprised, some calm, but under the power of this dream, everything became nothingness.

The entire world had lost its previous vibrant feeling, replaced only by a bleak and lifeless grayness.

A profound loneliness swept over him, and he didn't know where this loneliness came from.

It's inexplicable, and I don't know where it came from.

However, this feeling of loneliness only lasted for a moment, and soon it vanished without a trace, just like the world he hadn't been in for long.

In the entire world, only he and the three living beings in front of him—one person and one cat—remained.

Just as he was still savoring the immense sense of rupture caused by the disappearance of the world, the black cat that Lady Moon Seridwin had originally transformed into slowly stood up and gradually transformed back into its original form.

Black hair, a black dress, and eyes adorned with distinctive black ribbons.

Every part of her body exudes a captivating mature charm, especially her long legs, which appear even whiter and smoother under the iridescent light.

Ron stared intently at the woman's long, straight legs, a strange feeling rising within him.

This feeling was very strange. Even though I didn't have any other thoughts in my mind, I suddenly felt a primal urge stemming from my body's instincts.

He didn't understand the reason for this feeling, nor did he know whether it was good or bad. However, there was one thing he was clear about: he had to restrain himself. If he were to completely unleash his inner desires without restraint, he might become a beast controlled by his desires and lose the brilliance of his humanity.

This might be a bit hard for some people to understand.

Simply put, if he doesn't restrain his primal impulses, his mental pollution level might rise under the impact of those desires, eventually leading to a loss of control and a complete descent into the abyss of pollution.

The old man beside him clearly noticed the change in him, and a strange smile crept onto his lips:

"Hehe, it seems this kid is still too young. Since he has obtained the power bestowed by his bloodline, he naturally has to pay the corresponding price. I'll have to teach him a lesson in the future, lest he cause trouble for me."

As the vice-principal of the Red Moon Tower, Mr. Latour was contemplating his future teaching plans for Ron.

Meanwhile, Seridwin was also pondering how he should follow the master's instructions to secure more benefits for himself.

In her view, the other party's so-called hints were not about unspoken rules, but were essentially a deal that benefited her.

If a mere physical appearance can secure a better starting position in the academy, it will save her countless troubles and clear away numerous obstacles in the future.

If Ruilina and the rest of the guys knew this, they would be incredibly envious of me.

He was even certain that if that brainless Bohemian knew about this good thing, he would probably immediately choose to transform himself into a male in an attempt to curry favor with some big shot in the academy.

Compared to the arduous effort and endurance required to earn even the slightest reward from those powerful figures, it's far simpler and more convenient to directly and completely offer oneself up.

As for whether this is a shortcut?

Who cares? This world only cares about the result. The process doesn't really matter. As long as you don't go against your innermost desires, why not take the shortcut if there is one?

After all, this is also a skill of yours, and a rare opportunity.

This viewpoint is limited to Seridwin, who is a deity. Her long life has caused her to lose the ability to judge basic social etiquette, shame, and other values. In her worldview, anything that benefits herself is acceptable, including betraying the world she originally lived in.

I thought that this woman made that choice for the sake of the whole world.

In that situation, she was left with only two options: death or selling herself out.

If it were anyone else, as long as they didn't have the will to die, Seridwin didn't think they would make the opposite choice to him.

All intelligent beings yearn for life and reject death.

Given a compelling opportunity, no matter how demanding the conditions, most people would choose to live rather than die.

As the woman was racking her brains, Ron turned his head away and stopped looking at her.

Some people worry that if they continue watching, the situation might spiral out of control.

His body and mind were constantly warning him that he was about to be overwhelmed by desire.

[Speed ​​is spiraling out of control, please adjust immediately!!!]

The prompts on the panel kept flashing before his eyes. Those blood-red lights, like death knells, rang in Ron's heart, keeping him sane at all times.

Upon seeing the boy's appearance, Latour's initial plan to watch the spectacle vanished instantly, replaced by a puzzled thought:

"How exactly does this kid maintain such rationality under the influence of bloodline hormones? Could he really be a born wizard? Or is that thing called the River of Eternal Slumber really that useful, allowing someone to maintain even the most basic judgment under such circumstances? Should I borrow it and study it?"

However, these doubts only lingered in his mind for a moment before dissipating.

The hunched-over, white-haired old man shook his head slightly, no longer thinking about those irrelevant things, and turned to Ron:

"It seems this was indeed a good dream."