In Ha City, on the other side of Earth-kun, which was urgently in need of "care," Xia City's day was nearing its end, while the theoretically best part of the day here had only just begun. Bright sunlight was trying to penetrate the blackout curtains, tracing the edges of the room with a rim of light.
Blood Demon had gotten up early to watch Ronan's livestream and now had nothing to do. He had originally decided to go back to sleep and was ready to cut off the call, but for some reason, another thought came to him:
Ronan's words were getting sharper and sharper!
What he had said just now was basically a blend of confidence, composure, and bluntness.
Perhaps, just as the intelligence operatives and psychological analysts who specialized in studying Ronan had said, the personality masks of this possibly youngest Extraordinary Species in history were merging?
His experiences during this period were shaping him.
The strong, weak, and Ideal Persona masks that he had once switched between consciously or unconsciously were quietly merging—into a unity centered on the Ideal Persona.
The continuous positive feedback had inclined Ronan toward making the outside world revolve around his Core Concept, giving him a self-evident confidence and toughness.
At least, that was how others saw it.
With a temperament like that, if he came to Ha City and spoke with Yabolun, the odds of their talks falling apart were practically one hundred percent!
Blood Demon was already getting a headache in advance.
Of course, Ronan was still young. He would have more experiences in the future, and together with this period and the past dozen or so years, they would shape his complete personality.
After all, environment...
At the thought, the blackout curtains slowly opened, revealing the vast sea outside. Along