Of course, the help from the Ether family was indispensable, but most of it was due to Roland's own efforts.
He concealed his identity, posing as an ordinary Silver Sound Player, just to blend in with those talentless players and lure them to him for treatment.
This was no simple task.
For a genius like him, mingling with those mediocrities was pure torture.
Fortunately, the torture was about to end.
The gas in the tube grew increasingly rarefied, Connie's note dimmed, while the once murky area of Roland shone brightly again.
Roland slowly opened his eyes, excitement glimmering in his blue pupils.
One more month.
Just one last month.
He exhaled deeply, disregarding Connie who was trembling in pain on the hospital bed, and leisurely got up to dress.
A month later, he too could let the master hear his voice.
Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but lift the corner of his mouth.
But the smile lasted less than a second before disappearing.
