Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Looking at the document in his hand, which was almost an inch thick, he twitched his lips and recalled some unpleasant memories.

"Look, this is the first procedure for you new students to enroll." Lucia herself had been through this stage, so she knew exactly what they were thinking.

Upon hearing this, everyone began to look at the documents in their hands.

There were thousands of "admission instructions" listed on it. Ron counted these clauses one by one, and a strange sense of familiarity welled up in his heart:

Isn't this just the same tricks of the capitalists in my past life? No, it's even more outrageous than those capitalists.

"Admission Notice (I): Once admitted to the academy, students become the private property of the academy."

"Admission Notice (II): The academy will provide newly enrolled students with an interest-bearing tuition loan of 100 Magic Stones. The interest rate will be 10% in the first year and will increase by 1% each year thereafter until the loan is fully repaid."

......

These two points alone made him frown deeply: Is this definitely not a slave contract?

Apart from a few illiterate individuals, everyone else present shared the same thought.

Lucia looked at them, as if she were reminded of her past self: "Alright, just sign your names, you can take them back and look at them later."

???

Everyone stared in horror at the woman with the face of a demon, their hearts filled with growing uncertainty.

"Every year, the new students sign the same contract with you. I went through the same thing back then, and it's the academy's rule."

"If you don't want to sign, that's fine too. You can work for the college for a certain period of time, depending on your personal circumstances, or cooperate with the college's supervisors to do a few experiments. Once you've paid back the college's lost wages, you can leave."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, everyone quickly signed their names on the paper.

There's nothing to hesitate about; after all, what do these things matter compared to my own life?

"Alright, now that you've all signed, even if you're from the academy, there are some things you should know."

"I believe Wade has already talked to you about the re-examination."

"The re-examination is scheduled for one year from now. After you receive the freshman subsidy, there will be an admission handbook with relevant information. Just look at it yourself."

After saying that, she turned around and left without paying any attention to the group of people behind her. Everyone stood there, looking at each other, somewhat at a loss.

People tried to communicate with the staff here, but were only met with indifferent glances.

While they were pondering what to do next, Ron had already slipped away from the crowd.

His eyes scanned everyone coming and going, and finally, he found his target among the people who had just entered:

Fiona Green

Age: 20/61

[Attributes: Constitution 1.5, Spirit 4.1]

"Okay, senior, you should go back now."

Goodbye then.

Fiona smiled and waved to Ron before disappearing into the night.

Ron watched the girl's departing figure, his upturned lips gradually drooping, leaving only a faint smile that was no different from his usual expression.

"What a hassle!"

He didn't know what those words meant, but after saying them, he turned and went into his dormitory.

To be fair, the college is quite humane in this respect. Although the houses are made of stone, they are at least detached and come with a basement.

Upon entering the house, a rotten smell filled the air, and everything was covered in dust.

However, he didn't care. After a quick clean-up, he eagerly opened the bag that had been hanging on his waist and took out all the contents, placing them on the table that had just been tidied up.

There are only three items in total:

Five magic stones, a book on basic meditation, and an enrollment handbook.

"Phew, I need to hurry."

Ron looked at the book "Basic Meditation Method" that he had placed right in the center, and his calm mind was finally stirred.

Isn't this what I've been working so hard for?

Take another deep breath and open your exploration panel:

[Basic Meditation Method (Red Moon Tower Version)]

[Rank: Zero Ring]

[Contamination level: -0.002/time (Advanced Mental Ability)]

[Comment: Knowledge is pollution, but the ability to transform pollution into power—that's what makes a wizard.]

[We recommend improving the pollution conversion rate through the following methods]

[Option 1: Meditate while absorbing the juice of a glowing grass longer than three centimeters on a red moon night; conversion rate increased by 200%; Option 2...]

Seeing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the pent-up frustration he had accumulated over the past few days vanished.

All that was left was excitement and impatience. Ignoring the other two things, I opened the book "Basic Meditation Methods" and began to read it carefully.

He didn't close the book until the moon was high in the sky.

He closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, leaned back in his chair, and pondered what he had just seen. After his mind had recovered somewhat, he sat down on his bed.

I opened the window, and the red moonlight seeped into the room. I closed my eyes and began my first meditation.

About an hour later, Ron was surprised to find that he seemed to be able to sense the energy particles described in the book.

I thought this was normal and didn't think much of it, continuing to keep my mind blank.

What he didn't know was that everyone's ability to perceive energy particles differed due to their different talents. Someone like him, who succeeded in just one hour, was a rare sight in the entire Red Moon Tower.

It carefully senses the various colored energy particles around it, searching for the one that best suits it.

Ron explored the extraordinary mysteries by following the methods described in the book.

Soon, the night was over.

The next day, when he opened his panel again, he was stunned and stood there for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.