Academy Life

This was a single dormitory about ten paces square, spacious and bright, with a desk, a rune lamp, and a private washroom.

After looking over the plain dormitory, Dago sat cross-legged on the bed and gently uncorked the bottle of Spiritglow Potion awarded by the academy.

After briefly admiring the potion's mercury-like color and faint glow, which resembled the radiance of the Origin Moon, Dago drank the entire bottle in one gulp.

He closed his eyes, meditated, and entered his Mental Space. The mental power fluctuations spilling from him spread outward in transparent, watery ripples, making his robe sway faintly.

Dago's Mental Space was in a terrible state. The sphere of light hanging within it had dimmed considerably.

However, as the silvery substance entered the sphere, it was like pouring gasoline onto firewood. The blaze grew fiercer, and the sphere, already over a hundred meters in diameter, expanded another twenty meters before abruptly stopping.

At the center of the sphere, Dago's Soul Body was covered in fine cracks upon closer inspection. It seemed that the frenzied extraction of mental power during that battle had even injured his soul.

Dago could only prioritize using mental power droplets to repair his soul and recover from his injuries.

As the Mental Mist was continuously refined, more and more Soul Entropy accumulated. Dago chose to leave his Mental Space and opened his eyes.

Over the next few days, he quietly recuperated from his soul injuries in the dormitory. Whenever he was hungry, he went downstairs to buy food from the communal cafeteria.

The prices were naturally exorbitant. Three meals basically cost one Magic Stone, but the flavor and quality were first-rate, which was no small comfort to Dago.

The academy was protected by rune megastructures. It was simply too safe and quiet, so quiet