Flash City, Inner Castle.
In the quiet Meditation Room, Sherman sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes tightly closed.
In the invisible void, energy particles drawn by an unseen force vanished into his body, disappearing without a trace.
After about half an hour, Sherman opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
He stood up, pushed open the door, and walked outside. Glancing at the lush flowers and plants in the courtyard, a momentary daze flashed across his face.
Since the day of the assessment, his life had undergone dramatic changes.
A daydream fantasy of more than ten years had come true overnight. Living in a long-desired castle, enjoying the service of servants like a noble, and receiving a Gold Coin each month.
During this period, Sherman went home once, listening to old Roger mention that after he moved into the castle, many people came by to inquire about him, even bringing gifts to win over old Roger.
