Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

[The Legacy Map of Wizard Mel Carter]

[Rank: One Ring]

[Contamination Level: None]

[Comment: The outsider from the "Nest of the Phoenix" ultimately perished in this forbidden land. He called out the name of his homeland, and fate will bring you together.]

[We recommend the following approach to obtain more relevant information.]

Option 1: The answer might be found in the archives of the Red Moon Tower in Nurs City; Option 2: ......

"A formal wizard? The Phoenix's Nest?" Ron stared at the information on the panel, lost in thought.

Although all the information on the panel was incredibly tempting, and he believed that if he were to reveal it, it would surely cause a bloodbath here.

After all, this concerns the succession of a formal wizard.

Anyone who aspires to take things a step further will not miss this opportunity.

And now, this thing has come into his hands so easily, and with the word "Destiny" on the panel, how could he not have some thoughts?

"Who is it?"

He had previously suspected the mastermind behind the Corruption Swamp and Fiona's teacher, Ms. Salin, but now he had to put aside his suspicions about them.

If they could really acquire something like that, their strength wouldn't be limited to what it is now.

But apart from these two, he really didn't know who else was involved with him and had the ability to do this.

Ron kept thinking about these things, but he still couldn't figure it out.

"Phew~"

He let out a deep breath and gave up; there were still too few clues.

Looking at the map in his hand again, the mountains, rivers, and lakes on it felt familiar, especially the square pattern, which seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

The text next to it is written in a script I've never seen before.

"I wish I could understand the meaning of these words."

He couldn't help but think that even if the way this thing ended up in his hands was very suspicious, he still wanted to find this inheritance.

With strength, one can have the confidence to deal with any situation; without strength, no amount of doubt will improve one's situation.

With that in mind, Ron decided to go to the archives tomorrow to see if he could find any clues.

Having made his decision, he no longer paid attention to the things in his hands, put them all into his storage bag, and then went to bed to begin meditating.

Day two.

"What is all this nonsense?"

Ron sat on the floor of the archives room, surrounded by open books—mission reports left behind by his predecessors.

[June 20th, 10235 in the Red Moon Calendar. Nothing much to do today. It seems a new batch of girls has arrived at the Pleasure House; I think it's necessary to patronize their business.]

[September 4th, 10287 in the Red Moon Calendar. Sigh, when will I finally meet someone who understands me? Eric is so young.]

......

As he flipped through these "reports" page by page, the feeling of speechlessness in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

Almost 80 percent of each booklet is devoted to describing romantic affairs, and I wonder what my predecessors were thinking when they wrote these things.

Just as he was thinking about these things, a special report suddenly caught his attention.

According to Maas, everyone is required to write a performance report during their stay, which must include their basic information.

But the cover of this report was completely blank, without a single word on it.

With curiosity, he opened the book, and the first page with its few hastily written characters immediately caught his attention.

Years later, as I face death, I will remember the hesitant look on my wife's face on the day I departed. —Mel Carter

"It's that official wizard from the 'Nest of the Phoenix'!"

Looking at the flamboyant handwriting, Ron's expression was uncertain. He found it hard to imagine how the other party had left this thing, and how he had "just happened" to find it.

Scroll down: [The Forbidden Land truly lives up to its name; it imposes such great restrictions on me...]

[Haha, interesting, really interesting.]

Am I dead? I don't think so, but I must be going crazy, because of the pollution...

It seems my life is nearing its end, which is good. I just feel bad for Millie; I shouldn't have been so stubborn.

[The person with the Mechanical Heart has actually appeared here! I can't believe it! I will definitely come back to see you, Millie!!!]

[Hahaha, lunatics, they're all lunatics, me too, hahaha!!!]

I'm sorry, Millie...

O fate, I beg for hope to arrive.

As he turned the pages, the writing on the paper began to slowly distort, and he heard muttering incoherently, extremely slow and soft, yet remarkably clear:

"Hehehe... Do you think I can go back...?"

As Ron listened to these sounds, strange and crazy images kept appearing before his eyes. His pupils gradually swelled, and a layer of fine red hair began to grow on his body.

Just then, the interface of the panel suddenly flashed before his eyes:

[You have seen information that is severely polluting; your mental pollution level increases by 0.01, and your physical pollution level increases by 0.05%]

[You have seen information that is severely polluting; your mental pollution level increases by 0.01, and your physical pollution level increases by 0.05%]

......

Seeing the continuously flashing notifications on the panel, Ron immediately snapped out of it. Not knowing what was happening, he suddenly roared, "Get out!"

The strange scene disappeared, the vertical pupils returned to normal, and the red fur on his body quickly vanished.

Apart from the still-wet cold sweat on his back, everything had returned to normal, as if what had just happened was nothing more than his imagination.

But the messages on the dashboard kept reminding him that those things had actually happened.

"Phew~ Phew~ Damn it, this place is full of pits."

He cursed inwardly, "Who would have known? I was just reading a diary entry, and it almost killed me."

I quickly brought up my control panel and looked at the pollution level section:

Ron Seraphim

[Pollution Level: Physical 20.45%, Mental 2.15/2.50]

The information on the panel immediately darkened Ron's face; it was truly an undeserved disaster.

His mental pollution has now reached more than 80% of his mental power, which means that he is on the verge of madness.

Thinking of the impending crisis, a sense of tension welled up in his heart.

"The only way now is..."

With his gaze fixed on the map in front of him, his previously wavering mind immediately made a decision.

"It seems we must find this lineage."

Fortunately, the sudden pollution wasn't entirely without its benefits; at least, he managed to understand the meaning of the text on the map through the corrupted knowledge it contained.

The location it points to is a mountain range north of Nurs City—the Mors Mountains.