Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"What do you need?"

"500 grams of glowwort."

"Half a standard unit of magic stones."

Ron handed the prepared magic stone to the old wizard opposite him, took the glowing grass he had just bought, glanced at it, and left after confirming that there was no problem.

"The items at this trading post are indeed much more expensive."

Walking down the street, my mind was on the things in my hands.

When he bought it from Olga before, nearly 600 grams of glow grass plus half a map together only cost half a magic stone.

The reason I came to the college's trading office today is to compare the prices and quality of goods on both sides.

Now that we know the price, we'll have to wait until we get back to check the quality.

After hurrying back to his dormitory, Ron put down the glowing grass in his hand and began to sort it carefully.

About three minutes later, I had picked out all the ones that met my needs.

Six plants.

There were still only six plants, but their quality was slightly better than the ones sold at Olga's.

Ron stroked his chin, thinking about where to buy glowgrass next time. It was cheaper at Olga's place, but the quality was better at the trading post. Both seemed to have their advantages.

"Never mind, I'll know after going a few more times."

Unable to come up with a solution, I'll put this matter aside for now. After all, I have enough glow grass to last for a while, so there's no rush.

He swept the remaining herbs on the table aside and ignored them. As for reselling them?

It's not that he hadn't considered using this to recover his losses, but it wasn't necessary. His cautious nature meant he wouldn't do anything unusual.

Day two.

I continued to go out as usual, eat in the cafeteria, and then go to class.

However, as soon as he stepped into the classroom today, a series of strange gazes were cast upon him.

Ron made no comment, calmly walked to his seat, sat down, and began to meditate. But while he wanted quiet, others wouldn't do as he wished.

"Hey, isn't this our Ron? What classes did you choose yesterday? Tell us all!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice again, the boy frowned deeply.

Ron had been trying to ignore this guy, but he kept coming up to him.

"Charlie, come out!"

Just as he was about to get up and teach this guy a lesson, a soft yet firm female voice came from outside the classroom.

"Ha, Miss Adele, are you going to stand up for your little lover? I'm so scared~"

Charlie, who had been standing in front of him, turned around and looked at the white-haired girl outside the classroom, and started taunting her again. His smug behavior made everyone around him want to punch him.

"I told you to get out here, didn't you hear me?!"

Seemingly reaching the peak of her anger, the white-haired girl who had been standing ramrod straight outside the classroom rushed in at lightning speed. Before anyone could react, she leaped up, using the desks and chairs as footholds, and delivered a powerful knee strike to Charlie's face.

"Bang!"

A heavy thud echoed in everyone's ears, and the noisy classroom immediately fell silent.

First, everyone looked at Charlie, who was lying unconscious on the ground with blood gushing from his nose, then at Adele, who was standing in front of him panting, and finally glanced discreetly at Ron, who remained motionless.

They then looked away, pretending they hadn't seen anything, and began to meditate.

Ron watched Adele with great interest, completely forgetting that he had originally intended to teach the guy on the ground a lesson.

"She seems to have quite a few secrets."

When the girl made her move, he saw with his own eyes that her hair and eyes turned red, which stunned him—after all, white hair turning red...

Well, the main thing is that, according to his thinking, the other person's physical and mental pollution levels should be quite high, but the reality is quite the opposite.

"If I could be like her, would I no longer have to worry about pollution?"

The thought involuntarily arose in my mind.

"Attend class."

Just as one idea after another popped into his mind, the voice of the middle-aged man on the podium snapped him out of his reverie.

Robert glanced around the classroom and started the lesson as usual, seemingly oblivious to the two figures standing side by side in the middle of the room.

The class ended in this eerie atmosphere.

After class, Ron ignored everything else and rushed out of the classroom, heading back to his dormitory.

As soon as he got back, he opened the books he had borrowed from the library about the various schools of wizarding and sat down to read them quietly.

After the sun set, he put down his book and began his meditation for the day.

The red moon in the sky sets and rises again, rises and sets again.

A month and a half passed by in a cycle of attending classes, reading books, and meditating.

During this time, Charlie seemed to have been scared off by Adele and never provoked Ron again.

A month after that incident, the white-haired girl became the first and only person in her class to be promoted to novice wizard apprentice.

After a period of diligent practice, he finally raised his mental strength to level 2.

That night, I sat cross-legged on my bed in the dormitory, looking at my control panel:

Ron Seraphim

Age: 15/81

[Talents: High-level physical talent, high-level mental talent]

[Attributes: Constitution 1.54, Spirit 2.00 (Can be promoted)]

[Strength: None]

[Skills: Lionheart Knight Breathing Technique, Mad Lion Sword Technique, Basic Meditation (Red Moon Tower Version)...]

[Pollution Level: Physical 17.3%, Mental 1.06/2.00]

[Evaluation: Are you ready to step through the door of truth?]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution]

Option 1: Learn the fundamentals of wizarding (including basic runic writing, basic potion-making, etc.); Option 2: Learn the Scarlet Eye Meditation Technique...

"Finally, I've achieved it. Will I get promoted after tonight?"

The words "Spirit 2.00 (Upgradeable)" on the panel deeply tugged at Ron's heartstrings.

"Phew~"

He took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and glanced at the moonlight outside the window:

it's time.

The thought had barely formed when I entered a meditative state.

In the quiet night, the red moon in the sky seemed to be responding to him, its light surging like a tide, flowing through the window and into the boy's body.

A faint smile gradually appeared on Ron's face, which was tightly closed, seemingly unrelated.

At this moment, countless wisps of mist churned within the sea of ​​consciousness.

Within it, a blurry, complex pattern formed by multiple lines gradually becomes clear.

As the lines above became more prominent, the mist churned, and the original mixed colors gradually faded away, leaving only pure white.

......

The red moon in the sky gradually set, and the promotion was about to begin.

His spiritual sea has now turned pure white, and the rune at its center has been fully revealed.

Just then, the rune began to slowly rotate.

The surrounding mist slowly formed a funnel-shaped vortex as it flowed, constantly converging towards it.

The instant all the fog disappeared, Ron felt his consciousness suddenly go blank, and then with a "bang," it was as if a shackle had been removed from his mind, and he instantly became clear-headed.

At the same time, countless energy particles from the outside world poured into his body and transformed into magic power.

"Is this the power of a wizard?"

Opening my eyes, I curiously looked around at the scenery. Things that were once ordinary now evoked different feelings.

The world seemed new and exciting.

He stared at it for a while before turning his gaze back to his own control panel.