Iver had originally wanted to do something as well.
What a pity...
Under the biased direction of the Ring Angel, Iver could not even see what his own objective was now. Without a goal, it was naturally impossible for him to know which direction to work toward.
The only thing that could comfort Iver was the one-to-ten-thousand time ratio.
Iver had entered the Promotion Ritual at midnight. Even if he spent seven or eight years inside, it would only just be dawn outside.
This meant that Iver still had quite a high margin for error, so there was no need to rush for now.
Besides, if his mentality became unstable, that would be tantamount to giving the void an opening.
Thus, Iver settled his mind and peacefully experienced this other life.
If Iver's life on the other side had been one of extreme busyness, then this place was one of leisurely idleness.
Iver had something to do almost every day. The tasks he assigned himself could even be scheduled two months in advance. Whenever he became even slightly free, something unexpected would immediately happen, or someone would come looking for trouble.
From the day Iver summoned the Shadow Demon until this Promotion Ritual, he had never truly relaxed. Only Isabel could let his taut nerves rest for a moment, allowing him to briefly escape the crisis of the world's end and the endless stream of enemies.
As for this Promotion Ritual, rather than calling it an examination... it would be better to call it a rare vacation.
After all, he was a transmigrator, which meant that the current "Ai Shiping" had no home to return to.
Since he did not need to return to the sea and rejoin his kind... Iver could follow Serpent Father around wherever he went.
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