Night.

At the highest point in Silvermoon Castle, Moon Viewing Garden.

The hustle and bustle of the day had entirely dispersed. The clear radiance of the silver moon spilled over the garden, adorning the blossoming flowers like a dreamscape.

In the midst of this dreamy garden stood a magnificently beautiful marble castle.

In a bedroom at the top of the castle, the mistress of Silvermoon Castle sat poised at the dressing table by the window, as a handmaiden behind her removed the elaborate and exquisite hair ornaments from her head one by one.

Beside her stood a colorful coral screen nearly ten feet tall. Behind it, the steward Malikiri spoke in a low voice, reporting her schedule for the next day.

"9 AM, receive the delegation from Winterkeep to discuss supply of combat provisions for next year. Baron Poli, the head of the delegation, hinted that the Duke hopes Silvermoon Castle can increase the supply volume as much as possible."

"Greedy vampire!"

A muttered curse came from behind the screen. Steward Malikiri's expression did not change, pretending not to have heard it.

"11 AM, share lunch with the barons of the Highlands to discuss winter disaster relief efforts."

"The focus will be discussing the treatment plan for the moonlight mine collapse accident, with the core principle being to ensure the luminite mine's ore output is not impacted."

A voice came from behind the screen: "How many died in that accident?"

"Not many, just over 80. Mostly hardened criminals and slaves, it didn't cause panic among the commoners of Moonlight Town."

"Well that's not too bad then. Continue."

Malikiri gave a light cough and resumed reporting the schedule for the next day.

He read through it line by line, taking about half an hour before finally finishing.

"Madam, that concludes the arrangements for now. If any unexpected incidents occur, the Internal Affairs department will provide the most suitable response plan immediately."

"Understood, you are dismissed."

"Good night, Madam."

Malikiri bowed meticulously towards the coral screen before slowly stepping back. Just as he was about to turn and leave when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

"Madam, apologies, there is one small matter I wish to report."

There was no response from behind the screen, but Malikiri knew the mistress was waiting to hear what he had to say.

"Your nephew, the high-ranking Silvermoon Knight Shaborei, has returned. He submitted a letter of request 3 hours ago, hoping to have an audience with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, an irritated voice came from behind the screen: "After the despicable thing he did, he still has the nerve to come back and see me?"

"The letter stated that during the past six months wandering outside, he has deeply realized his mistakes and is determined to correct them."

"He also said that from now on, he absolutely will not repeat such foolish errors again!"

"Hmph! A dog can't change its habit of eating feces, nor can a rabbit forget its burrow!"

"I'm sick of hearing his excuses!"

"Send a reply - no, go tell him personally to get the hell out of my city by sunrise!"

"Yes Madam, I will go take care of it immediately."

Malikiri's face showed no hint of surprise, but his figure remained stationary.

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Two seconds later, another voice came from behind the screen.

"Wait!"

"Madam, I'm here."

Malikiri's expression was unperturbed.

"Nevermind, find some fresh-faced spies to monitor his every move in the city. Watch him for three months. If he really has changed, then summon him to see me."

"As you wish, Madam."

Only then did Malikiri turn and take his leave.

...

At the same time.

Silvermoon Castle, Rose House, luxury hot spring bathroom.

In the large marble bathing pool, Shaborei leaned against one side with a naked, fair and delicate young beauty in his arms.

Behind him, another beauty gave him a massage on his shoulders and back, while one more stood by his side, holding a platter of grapes. Every so often, she would bite one off and gently feed it into Shaborei's mouth.

"Ah~~ Rosen, do you see, this is life!"

On the other side of the large tub was a bathing bed, where Rosen lay naked on his stomach as a beauty diligently scrubbed the dirt off him.

Seeing Shaborei reveling so decadently in worldly pleasures, Rosen sighed softly. "Uncle, this trip is costing a pretty penny. I feel we should be prudent with expenses."

Shaborei immediately looked annoyed. "I know, I know, you're just a nosy kid, yapping on and on like a nagging old housewife, somewhat resembling my aunt."

After speaking, both his arms plunged into the water, groping about wildly beneath, eliciting startled shrieks from the beauty at his side.

"Hahaha, don't run, let uncle have a good feel... Big half year with no fun at all~~ Hahaha~~~"

Rosen couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly. It seemed he had misjudged the man.

Some people act the hero in times of adversity, but turn into worms once prosperous.

Because once luxuriated, they lose all bearing and become degenerate hedonists.

By then, he would likely sink even deeper into depravity compared to Shaborei.

At least Shaborei was still a high-ranking knight with deep roots in Silvermoon City. Even if he lived out his days as a useless layabout, it was still better than a commoner.

Whereas he currently owned nothing. If he fell in too deep, the likely ending was begging on the streets as a destitute vagrant.

Of course, being a beggar wasn't the end of the world, but since he had this rare chance at a new beginning after transmigration, Rosen didn't want to give up so easily either.

He had to aim high at least once to see how far he could go. If it didn't work out, it was never too late to become a bum.

The wooden walls of the guest room were very thick and well insulated. Once he closed the door, the debauched sounds from outside were sealed off, and Rosen heaved a sigh of relief.

He was extremely glad for choosing an independent single room.

Otherwise, with Shaborei's unrestrained personality, he would not only demonstrate live erotica in the middle of the night, but also try to pull Rosen in to join the fun.

All men lusted by nature, it was in the blood.

Gazing upon those scantily clad, willing and indulgent beauties, Rosen also felt the itch. He very much wanted to pounce and plunge into intoxicating carnal delight.

If he wasn't a transmigrator but an innocent youth instead, he definitely wouldn't have been able to restrain himself.

But he wasn't a real teenager. He had self-awareness.

He was just an ordinary man with very limited self-control. Once he tasted that addictive ecstasy, he would surely spiral out of control into a quagmire.

By then, he would likely sink even deeper compared to Shaborei.

After lying down in bed, he first visualized the Primordial Singularity for about 2 breaths before reaching his limit and exiting the meditative state.

As expected, his mind was already filled with wandering thoughts jumping back and forth between various fantasies.

One moment he imagined himself becoming an overlord, with all bowing before his feet. The next he was frolicking in bed with three thousand beauties, indulging wildly. And another moment he became a transcendent grand sorcerer, smiting the gods down from the heavens.

Frighteningly, these fantasies felt extremely vivid, as if they were about to come true any second - a typical manifestation of late-stage delusional disorder. If it progressed further, he would probably become mentally ill.

"Stop thinking!"

Rosen already had ample experience dealing with this. He simply allowed the thoughts to run wild, while keeping his core mind still!

After a long half hour, the raging will gradually subsided into a deep, restrained lake.

Compared to the initial state, the internal mana had expanded by several folds.

If the original mana was just a faint trace of warmth, now it was clearly different.

This mana was like a ball of hot vapor, gathered in the depths of his consciousness ocean, constantly radiating light and heat, warming his entire body.

The Celeste grimoire described it this way.

'As mana continues to improve, the inner perception will shift from vague to concrete, from dispersed to converged.'

'When the soul manifests clear visualized images in its depths, it achieves the junior realm, sufficient to cast junior spells.'

"So my current mana is probably on par with a top apprentice. One more step, and the scale can match a junior sorcerer. Too bad I only know a handful of actual spells despite the ample mana."

It was like those muscle-bound gym rats in his past life. Absolutely strong in brute force, but utterly useless without technique. If challenged by a trained martial artist, one kick would instantly send them kneeling in defeat.

"Spells, spells, spells... I still need to focus on the fundamentals!"

Rosen opened Principles of Precise Geometry, and began studying attentively.

The content itself was simple, essentially just analytic geometry from his past life. The difficulty lay in the different symbolic systems and conceptual presentation compared to his past world.

He had to analyze very carefully to map the knowledge from his past life to the present, leaving absolutely no mistakes, otherwise it could cost his life.

Self-studying like this, he deeply felt the need for a mentor to guide him in the ways of magic.