Her tone turned firm:
"As for the assistance I hope you can provide, it's quite simple—I need your favor to stabilize my condition and ultimately help me overcome the limitations of 'Demon Devouring' to achieve advancement."
Ron pondered for a moment, showing caution:
"Theoretically, this kind of exchange is feasible. Through continuous knowledge sharing, we can establish a stable flow of favors between us. However, I'm afraid I cannot immediately promise a solution to the 'Demon Devouring' problem."
"I understand."
Eve said softly, a hint of weariness flashing in her eyes, quickly replaced by hope:
"But even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I am willing to try. Over the years, my mother has made me try all conventional treatments, yet none were able to truly resolve the issue."
Ron gazed at the black-haired girl, reading the agony and anguish of being trapped by her own talents from her eyes.
