Published: March 2, 2025
After a brief chat with Ye Nan, he got up to leave.
Wen Yu listened to the commotion next door, and when Ye Nan returned, the sounds of rummaging in the neighboring room temporarily ceased.
Ye Nan accepted Wen Yu's kindness, but there were still changes. At least, the footsteps and even the breathing sounds from the next room had lightened a bit.
Sensing this, Wen Yu couldn't help but feel a bit emotional.
It turned out that without realizing it, his strength had already grown to such a level—one that even sequence-level experts would fear like a tiger.
However, it was still not enough; he was still far from where he needed to be.
The experiences of this period had taught Wen Yu that he did not yet possess the power to decide everything—at least, Lin Haifeng still dared to make a move against him and those around him.
Moreover, Wen Yu had to admit that in terms of intelligence, he was far inferior to Lin Haifeng.
Thus, strength became the only direction for Wen Yu to strive for.
Breaking the situation with strength was the best choice for him, perhaps even the only choice.
He quickly calculated his upcoming itinerary—tomorrow morning, he would set off for Ch Town, riding Star. It shouldn't take too long; after showing Star the place that once nurtured him, Wen Yu would immediately head to Southeast Asia, then continue on to the European continent.
This route seemed to have the highest number of demonic creatures at present, and given the level restraint that could be broken at any time, Wen Yu should also scout for his future sixth soul spirit pet.
Along the way, there were treasure lands to consider.
Treasure lands were scattered all over the world, and there were definitely quite a few of them. As long as Wen Yu had the heart, he would always reap rewards.
The prerequisite for awakening the divine light was an ss-level light skill, which he could only rely on treasure lands for.
After planning his upcoming itinerary, Wen Yu instructed his three spirit pets to keep watch through the night. He quietly lay in bed, inhaling the dust and the stench of decaying demonic energy in the air, and slowly drifted into sleep.
A quiet night passed.
...
The next morning, with the morning sunlight and the pervasive stench, Wen Yu slowly opened his eyes.
To be honest, he did not sleep well that night. At least, compared to the Eternal Sky City and the gathering place in Beijing, the environment of this shabby nest was far below par.
Realizing this, Wen Yu couldn't help but chuckle at himself.
The nature of humanity always yearns for a comfortable and cozy environment; moving from frugality to luxury is easy, but moving from luxury to frugality is difficult—that's how it comes about. It seemed even he could not avoid this.
After a minute of random thoughts, Wen Yu perked up his ears and seriously discerned the sounds around him.
Within a radius of 3000 meters, there were no movements from any demonic creatures or enemies. The only sound came from next door, where someone was snoring violently.
From the sound, it should be that guy he didn't know.
The environment was safe.
The first task of an early riser was to check for safety, an instinct developed from Wen Yu's previous life as cannon fodder. During his solitary travels in the wilderness, these small tactics once applicable to a lone ranger were being awakened one by one.
This was a good thing; long-term experience with humans did not diminish Wen Yu's survival ability in the apocalypse. As a lone ranger, the time spent dealing with people was always far less than that spent with mutated beasts and demonic creatures!
Casually pulling out a bottle of purified water from the Spatial Ring, Wen Yu brushed his teeth and washed his face. After tidying himself up, he looked around at his shabby nest once more.
"It seems like there's really nothing to miss."
It's hard to describe this feeling. After spending a night in what was originally his home, aside from feeling that the environment was truly terrible, even worse than sleeping in the wilderness, Wen Yu felt no emotions like nostalgia or longing.