Chapter 228: Young Man, Do You Want to Become a Naturalist Knight?

January 29th, hotel suite.

The rising sun's rays penetrated the room through the window, bathing the black-haired Elf in sunlight, cloaking her in a hazy glow, dazzlingly elegant, the scene brimming with a mysterious beauty.

Wayne was working hard towards a minor goal, his repeated failures not dampening his enthusiasm but spurring him on, persistently trying to communicate with nature.

Hey, with my explosive temper, I refuse to believe in defeat!

The more he failed, the more meaningful his perseverance became; it's as simple as that with an obsessive compulsiveness.

From last year to now, he had tried many positions and styles, repeatedly testing new hypotheses, learning from his failures, and eliminating incorrect answers.

Over the past few days, meditating peacefully, he discovered that his Elf Form had an unusually perfect fit with nature.

This realization filled him with energy. He rested only three hours a day, dedicating his sleep time to arduous training.