Desmond marveled at the system's ability to handle the tedious tasks that he once found burdensome. While his suspicion of the system still lingered, he couldn't deny its usefulness in his endeavors. Perhaps, when he reached the pinnacle of his chosen path, he would reconsider his thoughts on the origin of the system.
"Now, let's delve into the heart of the matter," Desmond spoke, his voice filled with determination. He paused briefly, collecting his thoughts before continuing, "Analyze all the spells I've acquired and devise a new incantation that can conceal both my aura and race."
Over the past three years, Desmond had not only honed his magical skills under the tutelage of his parents but had also sought teachings from other experienced wizards and witches, willingly parting with gold coins as payment. Along his journey, he couldn't help but notice the change in people's gaze directed at him.
