He looked around and found himself lying on the desk in the laboratory.
In front of him was a half-written draft on the follow-up treatment plan for the "Resentment Crystal."
The parchment was filled with dense runes and calculation formulas, bearing witness to his late-night work.
Had he fallen asleep while working?
Ron felt deeply confused.
With his current level of spiritual power and willpower, not to mention working overnight, he wouldn't even feel a slight fatigue after meditating for weeks.
The body of a Moon Level Wizard, having been transformed by magic power, has long surpassed the physiological limits of ordinary people.
How could he possibly fall asleep without warning while handling such an important plan?
Thinking of this, Ron instinctively clenched his chest tightly with his hand.
A massive, indescribable sense of emptiness surged from the depths of his heart, as if a piece of his soul had been forcibly gouged out.
