Time slips away like fine sand between fingers, and beneath the seemingly calm surface, Ron's life is surging with undercurrents.
His routine has been adjusted to an almost exacting precision:
Waking up at dawn for meditation, using the "Star Projection" trait to absorb star energy;
Handling various experiments and research at daybreak;
Conducting teaching work in the morning;
Afternoons are devoted to memory crystal analysis and academic exchange; practicing magic and weapon skills deep into the night.
Such a pace of life would certainly be a torment for ordinary people, but for Ron, it's the necessary path to achieve higher realms.
"Master, Ink is mimicking your actions again."
Ailan's gentle voice came from the other side of the experiment table, her green eyes showing a hint of helplessness, but more with fondness.
Ron raised his head, his gaze falling on the black slime in the corner, which was diligently "learning."
