In fact, I don't think there's a need to hurry into joining the Magic Ring. It's true that the Magic Ring has inheritance and resources, but how much of it can really fall into our lap?
There are so many restrictions, isn't it better to live freely for thirty years?
We still have plenty of time, right, Damien...
Damien! Damien! Damn, are you even listening to me?..."
Ronan had long since walked away, leaving Quidi's shouts behind him.
He lowered his head to look at the slip of paper Quidi had given him, which simply listed an address—No. 131 Tongding Street.
...
If the outskirts of Seventh Ring City have a "Slums," then Tongding Street would be it.
Ronan strolled down the desolate and dilapidated street, the ground littered with cracks everywhere, with abandoned and derelict houses and shops on both sides of the road.
Walking along, one could only see the occasional house front with a still-lit crystal street lamp.