Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Ron Seraphim

[Attributes: Constitution 1.5, Spirit 1.82]

[Pollution Level: Physical 18.2%, Mental 1.42/1.82]

The data on the panel clearly demonstrates the remarkable effectiveness of this meditation.

Ron had also been training for the past three days. Although he could feel his improvement, the mental strength in the attribute column on his panel remained unchanged at 1.81.

The improvement is only about 0.002 each time; the attribute improvement is probably just not precise enough.

Last night, my mental strength increased by 0.004, which, combined with the accumulation of the previous few days, made up to 0.01, hence the change on the panel.

However, even a difference of two times is enough to be astonishing, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

No matter how talented you are, it can't compare to having a cheat code.

"Time to go to class."

He glanced at the sunlight streaming in through the window, immediately got out of bed, stretched his body, and then opened the door and headed towards the cafeteria.

We sped along and finally managed to get into the queue when there weren't too many people.

As he walked slowly forward, he calculated the time it would take him to reach the promotion standard.

Based on his observations at the academy over the past few days, once his mental strength reaches 2 points, he should be able to attempt to sketch his first rune in the Sea of ​​Spirit, thus completing his advancement to novice wizard apprentice.

Based on this calculation, as long as I can maintain my current training speed, I should be able to become a novice wizard apprentice in about a month and a half.

"The remaining five glowing grasses can satisfy five days of meditation. If we're unlucky, we can only buy five grasses for every half magic stone."

"I have four and a half magic stones left. After buying forty glowing grasses, I'll still have half a stone left."

"That should be enough for my cultivation, but what about the course selection afterwards..."

Thinking about this, Ron also started to have a headache:

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

Should we borrow it from a senior student?

Just as he was thinking of other solutions, a tall figure suddenly cut in line in front of him. Not only that, the guy also turned around and gave him a provocative look.

He frowned and looked at the person in front of him: "Who are you?"

Cha thought of many possible reactions from him: anger, fear, calmness, but he never expected it to be this one sentence.

The vein at the corner of his eye throbbed, the smile that had been on his lips vanished, and his gaze shifted from provocation to disbelief, finally turning into anger.

"What did you say?"

He uttered these words slowly and deliberately, glaring at Ron with gritted teeth, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"Excuse me, you're cutting in line."

The boy remained expressionless. Seeing that he didn't react, he walked around him, casually picked up a slice of rat from the table, and left as if he hadn't seen him at all.

Ron actually remembered this guy, but he had no interest in dealing with a troublemaker.

waste time.

After finishing my meal, I patted my belly contentedly, opened the panel, and saw the newly appeared message, which made me even happier.

[Consuming special food will alleviate your mental state and reduce your contamination level to -0.01 (effective only on first use)]

As the sun gradually moved northward, more and more people filled the cafeteria, and he knew that class was about to start.

Without resting any longer, I left the cafeteria and headed towards the classroom.

Upon arriving, seeing that not everyone had arrived yet, I sat down in my seat and began meditating.

He didn't know if he would gain anything in this short time, but everything is accomplished by accumulating little by little.

The classroom gradually filled up, and some people laughed at Ron for meditating while others studied.

The futures of the two groups seemed to have been divided.

Charlie saw this too, and scoffed, "Ha, loading up cargo."

Once everyone had arrived, Robert entered the classroom right on time. Seeing the scene inside, he made no comment, simply uttering two words:

"Attend class."

Everyone opened their eyes or turned their heads, focusing their attention on the middle-aged man on the podium.

"Today we'll be discussing the ancient history of wizards."

"Since Mr. Grimm Stephenson created the Path of Truth, the history of wizards has begun..."

"Countless wise wizards followed in Mr. Grimm's footsteps, sacrificing their lives for the truth..."

Ron found today's lecture on the history of ancient wizards much more interesting than the basic meditation theory from the previous class.

Time ticked by, and everyone listened intently.

"Ring ring~" The familiar sound rang out:

"get out of class dismissed."

A familiar figure appeared at the doorway, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, accompanied by the last words:

"Remember to go to the office to select your courses, and submit the results to me tomorrow."

Do I need to choose courses today?

Through reading these past few days, he has come to understand the various course categories of the academy. Freshmen have a very wide range of choices, such as basic energy particle science, limb modification science, bloodline transplantation science... all sorts of miscellaneous courses, which are further subdivided into many smaller categories.

He had originally planned to ask Fiona for advice, since she had brought it up herself, and it would be a waste not to ask her.

However, things don't always go as planned, and the magic stones he currently possesses are just enough for his cultivation needs.

Instead of wasting time on those strange, incomprehensible courses, it's better to invest in yourself first. Once you're promoted to apprentice, you'll have a clearer understanding of these courses and more choices. It's not too late to decide then.

Once the decision was made, I became indifferent to what would happen next.

I followed the group to the office, stood by and watched them choose their courses, while listening to the conversations around me, trying to gather as much information as possible.

"Ron, aren't you choosing any courses?"

A clear and melodious female voice came from behind him.

Turning around, he saw a girl with long, snow-white hair and a pure face standing behind him, looking at him curiously, her rosy lips moving slightly, making her exceptionally cute.

Adele Moderson

Age: 16/94

[Attributes: Constitution 1.89, Spirit 1.92]

[Strength: None]

[Pollution Level: Physical 2.4%, Mental 1.21/1.92]

[Comment: Good experimental material, but she seems to be exploring her own secrets, which is truly pathetic.]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution.]

Option 1: Absorb and purify the Moon Elf bloodline; Option 2: ......

Ron's eyes flickered, and a faint smile appeared on his face:

"Ah, Miss Adele, it's you."

"Good day, Mr. Ron, you haven't answered my question yet."

The little white-haired girl in front of him seemed to have a big secret, and Ron didn't want to have much contact with her, so he casually made up a lie:

"Haha, Miss Adele, actually I wanted to take the course too, but I've used up all my magic stones these past few days, so I can't help it."

He shrugged, indicating that this was the reason he wasn't choosing courses with everyone else.

Adele frowned slightly, a mixture of disbelief and pity on her face. Just as she was about to say something, a voice suddenly interrupted her.

"Oh, look, look! There's this stupid guy who doesn't have enough magic stones to choose his courses!"

The two turned their heads and saw a tall, burly figure displaying his discovery to those around him with exaggerated expressions and gestures.

"Why is this guy so persistent?"

Ron stared at the guy who was pointing at him and yelling, muttering to himself.

"Charlie, how Ron uses the magic stone is his own business. It's really rude of you to shout like that."

"Oh, Ms. Adele, you're defending him so much, could it be that he gave you all the magic stones?"

As soon as Charlie said this, the people around them immediately cast strange looks at them and began to whisper among themselves.

"Ron can't be that stupid, can he? This is hilarious."

"It seems real to me. If Adele asked me for it, I'd give it to her too, hahaha~"

......

As the girl listened to the crowd's discussion, her face flushed red and then turned pale. She lowered her head and clenched her small fists tightly, as if she was about to explode.

Charlie continued babbling on and on, his words becoming increasingly unrestrained.

Ron had no interest in continuing this boring game with them and left directly.

"Hahaha, what a coward! He doesn't even care about his own woman."

Laughter echoed through the lobby of the office, but it was no longer relevant to him.