"There's more to power than killing,"Gin mused silently. "It's about weaving connections, drawing out valuable information, and shaping their actions to your advantage."
The tension eased, giving way to quiet calm. Slowly, Gin drifted into a deep, restful sleep.
Unlike before, Gin didn't rush his return to the hidden world. His curiosity about its mysteries remained, but it no longer burned uncontrollably. He had learned restraint—patience tempered by experience. While the hidden world was vital to his journey, the life he had built on Earth still took precedence.
Seizing a rare moment of respite, Gin focused on writing the final reports for his university courses. With all his remaining credits converted to research projects, graduation was assured as long as he submitted the reports. This task was straightforward compared to the arcane intricacies of his other ventures.
He had briefly considered launching a new business but decided against it for now.
