CHAPTER 813: CHAPTER 423:

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the spotless living room.

On the freshly mopped kitchen tiles, even the outline of the ceiling was clearly reflected.

The air carried a faint hint of lemon-scented cleaning agent.

Fang Cheng knelt on the ground, using a half-dry cloth, carefully wiping the corners of the coffee table legs.

With this stance, he refused to overlook any gap where dust might hide.

The television behind him was on, the volume turned low, serving as mere background noise.

At this moment, the female host was delivering a weather forecast in a sweet voice:

"...affected by mainland high pressure, the city’s weather for the coming week will continue to be rainless and sunny, ideal for citizens to engage in outdoor activities..."

The entire room was enveloped in an atmosphere of tranquility and leisure, sharply contrasting with the bustling city outside the window.

After wiping away the last bit of water stains, Fang Cheng stood up, organized the cleaning tools into the storage cabinet on the balcony.

Then, he picked up the towel draped over the chair back, randomly wiped his face, but new beads of sweat immediately seeped from his forehead.

Even though he had done some simple chores, his face was flushed red, and his whole body was steaming with heat.

It was only mid-April, and the weather had some coolness, yet Fang Cheng felt like he was in the midst of midsummer.

He simply took off his sweat-soaked T-shirt, exposing his bare, strong upper body.

Under bronzed skin, his muscles moved with clear definition, akin to a sculpture.

Walking to the freezer, Fang Cheng took out a bottle of ice-cold mineral water.

Twisted the cap open, gulping it down in one go.

The cold liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, making him comfortably belch.

Yet.

The heat pouring from within only subsided momentarily before surging again.

Still intensely hot.

Fang Cheng let out a breath, picked up the remote on the coffee table, aimed at the new stand-alone air conditioner in the corner of the living room, and pressed a button.

After a faint "beep", the air conditioner flap slowly opened.

A gentle cool breeze immediately emitted, blowing over his heated skin, finally bringing a touch of relief.

This air conditioner was installed just the day before yesterday.

Fang Cheng directly called the mall’s specialty store nearby and ordered two units.

One delivered here, the other sent to the house on Old Factory Street for his mom to sign for.

It’s almost June.

The old house was on the top floor of the tubular building, and each summer the roof would be baked by the sun all day, making the nights stifling hot like a steamer.

Previously, with conditions lacking, he could only go shirtless, fanning himself to endure the sweaty summer heat.

Now with more money at hand, it naturally didn’t make sense to save on this.

Life should be as comfortable as possible.

Fang Cheng stood in front of the air conditioner, spreading his arms open, letting the cool breeze blow over.

Before his eyes, a pale blue light screen silently unfolded, displaying a message:

[Cleaning Experience +5]

[Cleaning Level 1 (241/250)]

After these days of extra effort, the Cleaning Skill was close to leveling up.

At most another half a week, it should upgrade to Master Level.

What sort of Skill Effect would be rewarded then?

Fang Cheng smiled faintly, rather satisfied.

Since consuming the "Deep Red Eye", out of cautiousness, he hadn’t gone to clubs or returned to Old Factory Street, just stayed at the new home in Sea Sky Garden.

His daily routine was highly structured, starting with morning workouts, training his body, then moving on to household chores.

It seemed like he’d developed a compulsion, unable to feel comfortable unless his home was spotless.

In times of boredom, he’d watch TV or play rented DVDs for entertainment.

Due to the residual flesh and blood in his stomach providing ceaseless energy, he felt no hunger whatsoever.

Thus, he even saved trips for buying groceries and going to the supermarket for supplies.

After four days, besides a few calls with his mom and uncle, he’d said no more than five sentences to outsiders.

Fang Cheng felt that continuing in this manner, he was becoming a standard recluse and might actually develop social anxiety disorder.

But this was unavoidable; given his current state, he indeed needed to minimize contact with the outside world.

The negative effects brought by Deep Red Eye were still persistent.

Mental issues, for now, didn’t appear very serious.

That eyeball seemed to have smartened up, having failed twice, heavily damaged, it had fully retreated and remained silent.

In daily life, Fang Cheng, aside from occasional bouts of excitement, didn’t exhibit violent tendencies.

Especially after intense exercise, venting the pent-up negative emotions, he became more able to maintain composure, indistinguishable from normal.

As for practicing meditation, he hadn’t been forcibly drawn into that blood-red space anymore, nor fought the gigantic Deep Red Eye.

The thing seemed almost spiritual, knowing when to advance and retreat.

Perhaps it was silently gathering strength, preparing for the next battle, to wrest control of his consciousness in this body.

What truly worried Fang Cheng was the sudden appearance of that red light on one night.

What was its origin? Was it some unknown spiritual attack? Or Noah Organization’s revenge?

About this, he remained constantly vigilant, not daring to relax for a moment.

Besides that, there was another hidden danger...

Fang Cheng rubbed his slightly deflated stomach, frowning slightly.

After the Deep Red Eye’s flesh and blood entered his digestive system, it was extremely difficult to process.

More than three days had passed, and within his stomach, only less than a quarter had been dealt with.