The research lab was still brightly lit late at night, blending into the endless stream of light of the Crystal Tower, becoming an inconspicuous little spark.
Ron sat alone at the oak desk, with a detailed and astonishingly comprehensive list of personal assets spread out before him.
His Library of Consciousness only stored core important content, so he still honestly noted down some basic data records himself first.
"It has been a year and one month since I became an Official Wizard..."
His fingers gently caressed the calendar with dense markings, each red dot representing an experiment or a breakthrough.
The passage of time felt so real, yet so unreal, as if just yesterday he was troubled over the materials for a basic Magic Potion in the Black Mist Jungle.
And since the end of that "Rainbow Ring" competition, seven months had already passed.
Ron's gaze fell on the official notice at the corner of the desk, exuding a faint pressure.
