Ronan turned the pages in his hands, and he was also turning the pages in his mind.

Turning over the text in his memory that seemed to be the only one that could support his dignity and fantasy.

He believed in it so firmly and regarded it as a model. For this reason, he did not hesitate to put his own health and life on it, just to prove his innocence and seek a future.

Facts have proved that he succeeded.

But facts also proved that the text was not perfect after all.

How can an imperfect method produce perfect results?

Ronan let out a long sigh, and then he erased the work he had just completed in the drawing software. The aura on his body changed again. It was no longer a "perfect body", but it was still a "perfect body", just simulating imperfection with perfection.

But it uses the unreal to carve the real.

In about four or five minutes, the new sketch is completed.

In fact, before the end of this work, a familiar font appeared silently in the blank space in the corner of the workspace:
Chapter completed!