Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

As Ron listened to the other person's words, he finally confirmed the identity of the voice's owner.

Mel is the wizard who left behind this legacy.

Actually, he had guessed before coming here. After all, based on what he had seen in this person's notes, this person would never be the kind of person who would willingly leave behind a legacy to benefit future generations after death.

It is even highly likely that this wizard Mel had completely fallen into madness and, in the final moments of his life, wanted to lure others to seek treasure by leaving behind a legacy, thereby possessing their bodies and living a second life.

And everything that happened next proved his guess to be correct.

Upon entering the cabin, Ron saw the simple furniture inside: a bed and a chair. Nothing else.

There is a person sitting on the bed right now.

Or perhaps he didn't even know if the person was sitting, or even if the object in front of him was a person at all.

The jet-black feathers were scattered around its body, and its bare body was covered by nothing but those few feathers.

Its limbs are half wings and claws, and half human hands and feet. Two heads sit on its shoulders, one a bird's head and the other a human head.

The bird's eyes were filled with violence and ferocity, its claws were constantly waving, and its wings were frantically pounding against the wall, making it look exactly like a complete wild beast.

But the eyes of the human head reflected a complex mix of emotions, including frustration, disappointment, and sorrow. Sometimes it would burst into laughter, and other times it would cover its face and weep bitterly, truly resembling a demon in disguise.

Ron saw this guy the moment he walked in.

Although his body was unable to move, his own interface remained unaffected and could still be used; the other party's information immediately appeared in his eyes:

Mel Carter

Age: 478/342

[Attributes: Constitution 47.84, Spirit 48.29]

[Strength: First-Ring Wizard (Maximum)]

[Pollution Level: Physical 94.56%, Mental 47.96/48.29]

[Commentary: A wanderer far from his family, a pitiful figure cursed by his bloodline, a pathetic wretch who has fought against pollution for centuries.]

There are currently no available solutions to reduce the target contamination.

"One ring...the limit!"

Ron was inexplicably shocked as he looked at the other party's information. He had originally thought that this wizard Mel was at most on the same level as Ms. Salin, the teacher of his senior Fiona.

After all, in his mind, of all the people he had ever met, the one most likely to influence his fate was this woman.

Although he previously found it somewhat unbelievable that a Fate-type wizard could influence beings of the same level, he still did not dispel his doubts about the other party.

According to the hierarchy law among wizards, a lower-ranking wizard cannot influence a higher-ranking wizard.

If it was indeed that Lady Salin who set his fate in motion, then this wizard Mel's strength would certainly not be much different from hers.

But now it seems that we can rule out the old lady as a suspect.

As Ron was thinking these things, he had already closed to within a meter of his opponent.

He could clearly see those two completely different heads staring intently at him, their eyes filled with nothing but endless greed.

Ron was extremely nervous at this moment, and his mind was completely blank.

Now, he actually longs for the "messenger of fate" halo he carries to work again and save his life.

The more they disliked it before, the more they crave it now.

Unfortunately, fate always seems to like playing tricks on people. This time, no miracle happened, and his head was already in contact with the other person's two heads.

The instant the three heads touched, two beams of black light flashed from the other's body onto Ron's.

The monstrous body before them instantly turned into a pile of ashes and vanished.

Ron's consciousness also disappeared from reality and appeared in his own mental sea.

At this moment, countless mists were scattered in his sea of ​​consciousness, seemingly concealing some truth, while two black figures surrounded Ron's consciousness on both sides.

On the surface, one of the humanoid figures was the same wizard Mel who he had seen when he was corrupted.

The other one looked somewhat like the "Morok Firebird" that he had seen in a book in the academy library before.

Based on the information on his panel, Ron was certain that this was the Morlock Firefeather Bird, only it was somewhat black, which he guessed was due to contamination.

As for why two spiritual entities appeared on Wizard Mel's body, he no longer had time to ponder this question.

Because those two pitch-black figures were already rushing towards him.

Up close, its mouthful of sharp fangs looked even more terrifying.

Ron had no time to dodge and could only watch as the other pounced on him and bit him.

However, at this moment, he seemed to be favored by fate once again. Just as the two figures grabbed his arms and were about to start enjoying him, a golden light appeared.

[Host's mental body is under attack, control panel activated!]

Endless golden light emanated from his body, and when it shone on the two monsters lying on him, it caused black smoke to rise from their bodies.

Like warm sunlight shining on ice, the bodies of those two began to melt and dissipate rapidly.

As Ron's spiritual body came into contact with the drifting black smoke, it began to grow stronger, and countless pieces of information flooded into his memory.

My name is Mel, I'm six years old, and I'm a mid-level wizard apprentice...

My name is Mel, I'm sixteen years old, and I'm a high-ranking wizard apprentice...

My name is Mel, I'm forty-eight years old, and I've been promoted to a full-fledged wizard. My wife's name is Millie, and she's very beautiful...

My name is Mel, I come from the "Nest of the Phoenix," and I am a bloodline wizard...

My name is Mel. I unexpectedly found myself in this sinful place, a very interesting place...

My name is Mel. I miss Millie, and the children. They must miss me too. I need to go back...

My name is Mel, and I feel like I can't go back...

My name is Mel, and I'm dead...

【very nice.】

"My name is Mel? No, I'm Ron, Ron Seraphim."

Countless fragments of memories flooded his mind, and he seemed to have become the wizard Mel, experiencing his entire life.

Ron felt a pang of sadness, a sadness stemming from the other person's memories.

He tried his best to forget and ignore these things, and it took him a while to fully recover.

"Have I completely absorbed this wizard's memories? They're quite useful. There are even some details about the bloodline inheritance of the Morlock Firefeather Bird that I hadn't obtained before?"

At this moment, one thought after another kept popping into his mind, and his mind was somewhat confused. Clearly, the effects of what had just happened were still lingering.

With no other option, he could only open his own control panel to try and distract himself.

This trick was indeed very effective.