Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Once inside the ruins, Ron cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

The dark cave was filled with faint light, and on the ground grew luminous grasses, each over five centimeters long, and the light emanated from their surfaces.

"Phew~ Luckily I managed to learn that mimicry magic in my spare time these past few days, otherwise I'm afraid I would have had to spend a lot of time on it today."

He wasn't stupid. Although he looked down on wild wizards like Tuva, the difference in strength was obvious, and there was no need to fight him head-on.

The reason I clashed with that old guy Lai in Digglis City was because I simply couldn't avoid it.

Otherwise, Ron wouldn't have put himself in danger for a woman he'd only known for a few days.

Even that old guy has a few trump cards up his sleeve, who knows if this Tuva city lord has any killer moves he might have?

He had no interest in risking his life to test someone's true worth.

Looking around at the scene in the cave, Ron had already made a general judgment in his mind.

He was currently located deep underground, but he didn't know how deep.

"These glowing grasses will come in handy."

Looking at the glowing grass on the ground that was constantly emitting a faint light, the boy felt a surge of joy.

This thing might be just a simple lighting decoration for others. But to him, it's a treasure.

"This saves us a lot of magic stones."

Ron had a thought, and immediately bent down to start pulling weeds.

While pulling weeds, they also used witchcraft to provide light.

It's pitch black in here; without these grasses, I wouldn't be able to see anything at all.

As for dealing with these "treasures" after obtaining the inheritance, he had considered it, but he immediately gave up the idea when he thought of some plots in the novels he had read in his previous life.

After all, even if you don't get what you want in the end, having these things means you're not leaving empty-handed. Only what you can see and touch is truly yours.

After nearly a day of "weeding".

Looking at the bare passageway before him, and then at the bundles of glowing grass that were almost filling his storage bag, Ron felt a surge of satisfaction.

Then, he looked into the depths of the passageway, took a few deep breaths, and walked in unhurriedly.

"Da...da..."

The sound of his footsteps was particularly loud in the empty cavern, and Ron took each step with extreme caution.

This is the remains of a legitimate wizard, and one who was severely corrupted and mentally deranged.

It's hard to say whether the legacy left by such people will pose any danger.

Ron even put himself in the other person's shoes and thought that if he were in their shoes, he would definitely set up a lot of traps or some "interesting" things inside.

Not to mention, he almost went insane just from glancing at the notes written by this wizard Mel, so he couldn't help but be careful under these circumstances.

No matter how many trump cards you have, if something unexpected happens, you might not be able to solve your own pollution problem, and you might even lose your life here.

As Ron ventured deeper, he discovered that the surrounding temperature was also steadily increasing.

"Could it be that they set up the inheritance site near the volcano?"

He suddenly remembered that there was an active volcano near the Morse Mountains. Although it was quite a distance from where he had come in, he felt that it was not impossible for a formal wizard to have mastered this teleportation method.

With this in mind, he became even more cautious in his actions.

Just then, a faint sound suddenly reached his ears.

"Hey!"

The sound was somewhat like a bird's call.

Upon hearing the noise, Ron immediately activated his magic and began drawing runes over his eyes.

Witchcraft—The Eye of Truth.

A hazy light flickered in his eyes as he looked in the direction of the sound, where countless fiery red elemental particles were constantly moving in front of him.

"It seems that Lord Mel has quite a few 'pets' here."

Recalling the description of the "Phoenix Emblem" in his hand on the panel, he already had a guess in his mind, and slowed down his pace again, moving slowly forward.

The passageway gradually widened, and a faint red light began to appear in front of the dark cave.

The closer he got to the exit, the higher the temperature became. Even with a magical barrier on his body, Ron still felt a bit hot.

Finally, as he approached the exit, his eyes were suddenly opened to a bright light.

A gentle breeze carrying a wave of heat hit his face.

At this moment, Ron had no energy to care about any of that; his eyes were filled with horror.

In his eyes, a huge underground cave appeared, and in the middle of it was a lava lake about the size of a football field.

The entire cave was illuminated by the lava lake, which was constantly bubbling.

This wasn't the most shocking thing for him.

What shocked him most was what was in the middle of the lava lake: an island, a tiny island, about the same size as Ron’s dormitory at the academy.

A small tree, about three meters tall and half a meter in diameter, with a golden trunk, is planted on it.

The strange thing is that this tree only has branches and no leaves.

Many birds with bright red feathers also stood on the branches. From a distance, these bright red birds looked like leaves on the tree.

In addition, there is a small wooden house on the island, made of some unknown material. Surprisingly, it has managed to survive in such harsh conditions without collapsing.

Even when the flames spewed from the birds in the trees drifted onto the wooden house, they left no trace; it remained exactly as it had always been.

"The legacy should be contained within that."

Ron was speculating in his mind, but how to get there had become a major problem he was facing.

Watching the birds that sometimes flew and sometimes perched on the trees preening their feathers, he began to investigate their behavior:

【Red Flame Firebird】

[Rank: Zero-ring Monster (Low-level, Adult)]

[Attributes: Constitution 2.24, Spirit 0.65]

[Pollution Level: Physical 12%, Mental 0.24/0.65]

Blood concentration: 72%

[Evaluation: Good experimental material; perhaps you can glimpse a trace of ancient glory in it.]

The following measures are recommended to reduce pollution.

[Option 1: Increase the concentration of blood vessels in the body to achieve blood vessel evolution...]

"Red Flame Bird?"

Ron muttered to himself, seemingly searching for his memories of this creature.

"I remember this is one of the lower branches of the bloodline of the Moloch Firefeather Bird."

Fortunately, I had previously read a lot of records about these kinds of demonized creatures in the library in order to study bloodline theory, including information about the creature in front of me.

It is said that this bird may also possess the bloodline of the legendary phoenix, comparable to a sixth-ringed archmage, but the academy's notes dismiss this claim.

To those who have studied such creatures, the Crimson Flame Bird is nothing more than a demonized creature of inferior bloodline.

Even if it achieves bloodline evolution, it will only evolve into a Moloch Firefeather Bird with the strength of a first-ring wizard.

The so-called phoenix bloodline is purely a lie fabricated by some merchants who sell these kinds of monsters to inflate their value.

But when he thought of the "Nest of the Phoenix" seal and Mel, who came from that place and left behind this legacy, Ron suddenly began to believe the story.

Perhaps these creatures might actually possess a faint lineage of the legendary "phoenix."

Just as he was thinking about these things, the "Phoenix Mark" that had been placed on his chest suddenly began to emit heat.

Then, its temperature rose rapidly, and soon exceeded Ron's tolerance limit.

Feeling a burning sensation in his chest, he immediately took it out of his pocket, but before he could even take a good look at it, he threw it away.

"Hiss! Oh no!"

Ron, clutching his burned hand, heard the metallic emblem fall to the ground with a crisp sound and instantly cursed inwardly.

Looking up, sure enough, I met the sharp eyes of those people in the tree.

"hehe."