Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 258 - 197: The Path to Becoming Stronger, Illuminating the Darkness_2
Chapter 258: Chapter 197: The Path to Becoming Stronger, Illuminating the Darkness_2
Actual combat is indeed the most effective way to improve Skill Proficiency.
Recalling the chaotic scene at the Rehabilitation Center, Fang Cheng actually felt quite frightened.
If those Ghouls had ultimately broken through the defenses and escaped from the ward area, completely out of control.
Fang Cheng could only run to the inpatient department, forcibly taking his mother and grandfather to evacuate.
Fortunately, the military support troops responded very quickly and took powerful measures to suppress the situation in time.
However, no matter what.
Ren’an Hospital, located near the mysterious West Mountain, will possibly face similar events in the future if it continues to serve as a treatment center for the infected. It will never be too safe.
Fang Cheng made up his mind.
The job at the hospital was no longer suitable for his mother.
After his grandfather was successfully discharged, he planned to urge her to resign as soon as possible and stay away from that troublesome place.
Thoughts floated through his mind, and Fang Cheng’s eyes were wide open, sleeplessly.
His pupils flickered slightly in the darkness, like two faint but unextinguishable flames.
Those emaciated yet green-faced Ghouls, like demons crawling out of the depths of Hell, kept brandishing their teeth and claws in front of him.
The brutal scenes of them eating human flesh alive lingered, and the pungent smell of blood seemed to still swirl in his nostrils, making him nearly want to vomit.
Tonight’s experience was no less shocking than the previous bloodbath with Experimental Bodies or the encounter with the Merfolk groups on Yong’an Island.
The familiar city and bustling crowds seemed covered with a deeper layer of fog, strange and curious figures appearing and disappearing within it.
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but ponder: In some unseen corners, how many unimaginable demons and ghosts are still hidden?
Are they like the toothy Ghouls, or do they possess even more covert methods?
His past firm understanding of life, like a sandcastle on the beach, had been eroded and rebuilt repeatedly by the waves of bizarre experiences.
Until now, the scenes he had witnessed might just be the tip of the iceberg.
Outside the window, the city’s neon signs flickered non-stop.
Those lights pierced through layers of darkness, leaking only a few strands of uncanny colored light through the gaps in the curtains, casting the bedroom in a hazy atmosphere.
Shadows distorted and swayed on the floor and walls, faintly outlining eerie, mysterious shapes.
It was like pairs of crimson eyes, silently lurking in the darkness, peering into this chaotic city hidden beneath its glamorous facade.
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but gaze back at those eyes.
Just as Professor Wu Dewang once said.
Once one has witnessed this bloody and brutal world, it is hard to continue living a peaceful ordinary life without qualms.
To avoid danger from reaching oneself and eliminate any risks, only one’s own fists are the true solution to all problems.
And now, his own power was far from strong enough.
Neither comparable to that Ghoul leader who called himself "Jiang Chen," nor capable of contending with violent institutions like the military.
The room was largely consumed by darkness, cold and quiet.
Yet Fang Cheng’s eyes blazed like two burning orange flames, more daunting than the darkness itself.
At the same time, the lamplight in his mind seemed to grow brighter and more intense.
"I still need to grow stronger, strong enough to disperse the fog of the whole world, face any demons and ghosts directly, and light the path that belongs to me!"
Fang Cheng silently thought, clenching his fists.
A surge of impulsive desire arose, eager to get out of bed and exercise, to temper his body.
Although he had witnessed Jiang Chen disintegrating under missile attacks, Fang Cheng still felt an indescribable odd sensation.
Because from this Ghoul leader, he sensed a familiar scent.
It seemed quite similar to the evil spirit that had once possessed He Yao.
If so, this matter was probably far from over, still posing a great risk.
Fang Cheng was full of doubts and wished to enter the Spirit Space again to chat with the "Smiling Demon."
But considering the police surveillance outside, and the uncertainty of whether the Special Search Team had psychics who could detect his mental state changes,
For safety reasons, he decided to hold off on this idea for now and plan another time.
Fang Cheng tossed and turned, various plans flashing through his mind.
As time silently passed, the night grew denser and quieter.
The warmth in his heart gradually soothed his taut nerves, and his body slowly relaxed.
After a busy night, Fang Cheng felt a bit tired.
He would just honestly get a good night’s sleep today.
With that thought, his mind gradually drifted, becoming softer.
Before long, like the neighbors in this building and the many ordinary people in this city, he peacefully fell into a deep sleep.
.........
Winter morning, the city still wrapped in a layer of serene gauze.
Threads of sunlight, like golden threads, quietly squeezed through the gaps in the curtains.
They first tentatively landed on the desk, gradually expanding their territory, constantly dispelling last night’s lingering darkness and cold.
That little patch of the bed favored by the sunshine, with the rising temperature, became warm and cozy.
As the light became brighter, the person in the dream also moved slightly under this warm caress.
Her black hair slightly disheveled, rubbing against her cheek with each gentle breath, making her skin appear even fairer.
Fair skin, red lips, brows shaped like spring mountains.
Even her sleeping face possessed a clear and natural beauty.
Only her long eyelashes twitched slightly, as if experiencing something unsettling and frightening in her dream, her eyebrows and lips tightly pressed together.
"Brother Cheng..."
Zhou Xiumei’s mouth corner drooled into a line, wetting the pillow, suddenly letting out a murmur in her dream, slowly waking up.
The moment consciousness returned, her eyes sparkled, still retaining the drowsiness and confusion of just waking up.
When she saw the well-covered quilt on her, she vaguely remembered last night’s events.
She suddenly sat up, her hair instantly disheveled across her shoulders.
Then she murmured in annoyance, "How did I fall asleep..."
Last night, she tried hard to pretend to study, striving against her increasingly heavy eyelids, silently praying for Fang Cheng to return soon.
But the more she read, the more muddled she got, sleepiness surged like a tidal wave, her head slowly drooping, eventually succumbing to exhaustion and falling into deep sleep.
At this moment, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the bright and warm bedroom, suddenly realizing.
"Brother Cheng must be back!"
With that thought, she hurriedly got out of bed, dragging her shoes on the wrong feet, clattering out, her steps so hasty she nearly tripped over herself.
The moment she opened the bedroom door, suddenly, she sniffed with her nose, eyes widening in surprise, looking toward the kitchen following the aroma.
She saw a familiar man’s back standing in front of the stove, bustling around.
The gas stove emitted soft blue flames, the pressure cooker lid sizzling.
The man wielded a cleaver, chopping a piece of beef tendon swiftly and deftly.
Sunlight shone on him, outlining his tall figure, his serious demeanor exceptionally heartwarming.
"Awake now, quickly wash up, breakfast will be ready soon."
Hearing the noise, Fang Cheng turned around, greeting her with a smile.
Seeing her somewhat stunned expression, he then added:
"To thank you for covering for me last night, I’ll treat you to breakfast today, letting you taste my cooking skills."
Looking at the rich breakfast on the table, there were meat and vegetables stir-fried noodles, soft-boiled eggs, and freshly squeezed juice.
Zhou Xiumei’s nose slightly wrinkled, her eyes hazy as mist.
Suddenly she remembered something, her cheeks instantly blushing, she muttered:
"Brother Cheng, I’m sorry... I didn’t... cause you any trouble last night, did I?"
"Not at all."
Fang Cheng continued chopping the meat, casually replying:
"You just slept like a little pig and couldn’t be woken up, no choice, I had to let you lie on my bed to rest, I went to sleep in my mom’s room."
"No way."
Zhou Xiumei instantly relaxed, shyly retorting.
Then she remembered something, and hurriedly ran back to Fang Cheng’s bedroom.
Not long after, she emerged holding the pillow wet with drool, running straight outside.
Fang Cheng looked at her in surprise:
"What are you doing? Breakfast will be ready soon."
Zhou Xiumei paused at the entrance, changing her shoes, not turning back.
"I’ll go home to freshen up, I’ll be right back."
Bang.
The door quickly shut, Zhou Xiumei left with the pillow.
Fang Cheng shook his head speechlessly.
Then he picked up the cleaver and continued to busy himself.
After finishing making a delicious tomato and egg beef, he glanced at the display that appeared before him.
Perhaps due to the added effort, this breakfast, having made just a few dishes, actually gained 8 experience points.
[Cooking Skill lv1 (139/250)]
