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Tomorrow would be another fulfilling day, and he needed to maintain enough mental state to face various challenges.

......

Ron’s spirit was somewhat lackluster.

Last night, he lay in bed tossing and turning, with the matters of Darrend replaying continuously in his mind.

After all, of the two souls fused within him, one had only just stepped into society not long before crossing over, and the other was a pampered count’s young master from childhood, neither had experienced such a terrifying killing field when survival was at stake.

Perhaps because of adrenaline induced by tension while being in the midst of it, there wasn’t any particular feeling.

But in the quiet of the night as he lay in bed, the twisted and struggling posture of the other, along with the whimper filled with reluctance and pain prior to death, made him find it increasingly difficult to calm down.

In fact, during the quick battle, Ron vaguely felt some prying eyes around him.

With the heightened perception after multiple body refinings and career changes, he could capture the faint signs of life from the rooms on either side of the corridor.

The candidate apprentices from the same period were hiding behind the doors, secretly observing everything happening outside through the door cracks.

But not until Holt arrived with the law enforcement team did they dare to open the doors and come out to accept inspection.

”Heh, this certainly aligns with the survival rules of the Black Mist Jungle.”

He let out a cold laugh, as the weak would only cower in the shadows waiting for the strong to differentiate the victor, and then choose to attach themselves to the victor; such survival strategy was quite common here.

......

After finishing up with Lady Allen’s work and completing his daily exercises, the time was nearing dusk.

When Ron walked into the communal dining hall, he immediately sensed a different atmosphere.

There usually wouldn’t be many people at this hour, but today the hall was crowded.

More unusually, the candidate apprentices who usually lingered in threes and fives were gathering together, frequently casting glances towards him.

”That’s Ron? Heard he took down the mutated Darrend all by himself...”

”I heard he did it with a wooden sword...”

”And he’s still working at the herb store in the marketplace, even Lord Holt...”

The murmuring constantly reached his ears, and Ron, with an expressionless face, carried his tray and went to sit in a corner.

Just then, a tall, thin youth came over with a tray: ”Ron, may I sit here?”

Ron looked up and recognized him as a fellow candidate apprentice who had arrived at the Black Mist Jungle in the same batch, but he couldn’t quite recall the name.

Before he could answer, two others joined in.

”Ron, I heard you obtained that set of spells Darrend researched? I wonder if I could get a look...”

”I have some Magic Stone Fragments here, if you could offer some guidance...”

Ron put down the black bread in his hand, his face indifferent: ”Sorry, I’m very busy right now.”

He stood up, holding his tray, intending to leave.

But more people surrounded him, speaking earnestly and animatedly.

As he was about to lose his temper, a familiar voice sounded from the side: ”Clear the way.”