A Smart Plan

Back in his dorm room, Elliot flipped through his class cultivation book absentmindedly, his fingers brushing over the worn pages as his mind wandered. He tried to focus on the intricate spells and incantations scrawled across the pages, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the morning's events. Honestly, he was grateful there were no classes today. Even if there were, he doubted he could muster the motivation to attend.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he let the book fall flat on his lap. The memory of Charles's dorm room replayed vividly in his mind, a stark contrast to the cramped, dim space he now sat in. His gaze traveled around his own room, taking in the chipped walls, creaky bed, and tiny window that barely let in any sunlight. It was like comparing an ant to a dragon. No, even that comparison was too kind. His dorm room was barely livable, more like a neglected storage closet.