Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 265 - 200 My World

Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, his consciousness surged out from the illusory Memory Palace like a tide.

In the flicker of his pupils, various images carrying information seemed to linger.

In the bedroom, bright and warm sunlight scattered on the red pine wood floor.

An old desk beside the bed had a dictionary opened on it, with its pages slightly curled.

A fountain pen, an alarm clock, and a desk lamp were quietly placed beside, reflecting a hazy luster.

Fang Cheng blinked, his gaze instinctively sweeping around. freēnovelkiss.com

For a moment, he couldn’t clearly distinguish whether he was still in the Memory Palace or actually in his real bedroom.

He sniffed forcefully with his nose, and in an instant, numerous complex scents surged toward his nostrils.

The fresh scent of wood, the ink smell of paper, the mixed odor of sweat and detergent on the bedding...

And also, the scent of dust lifted by the breeze.

Fang Cheng gently closed the dictionary and looked towards the floral curtains fluttered by the wind.

Then he placed his hands on the windowsill and looked out.

Downstairs, the breakfast stall emitted curling smoke, with the aroma of meat buns and fried dough sticks wafting and spreading.

A few office workers in suits stuffed food into their mouths as they hurried to the bus stop.

The neighbor, vegetable vendor Old Zhao, pedaled past slowly on his tricycle.

On the street, pedestrians came and went, each moving at their own pace toward their respective destinations.

Watching this vivid and vibrant scene unfold before his eyes, Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered, muttering to himself:

"It’s the real world, no doubt..."

Then he sat back on the chair, exhaling softly.

The "Memory Palace" he just constructed was too lifelike.

It almost caused him to have illusions, nearly deceiving his consciousness.

Thinking back, it did make sense.

After all, the images used to construct the palace all came from the reality of his bedroom.

It was almost a one-to-one replica; not even the slightest dust or any marks on the walls and desk were spared.

If an ordinary person’s Memory Palace is merely a façade of illusions,

Then the palace built by Fang Cheng could be said to have been personally constructed and decorated brick by brick, board by board, piece of wall plaster by piece.

Moreover, each piece of "building material" contained his life memories, the various information accumulated over more than a decade of living.

Spending so much energy, the result recreated in his mind was naturally extraordinary.

Of course, upon careful distinction, there are still clear differences.

This mainly manifests in the sensory response to the surrounding environment.

"Speed reading" is merely a skill for reading information, achieving scanning and imaging through visual functions.

The reason Fang Cheng could still feel similar sensations, scents, and sounds in the Memory Palace as in reality,

Is entirely because, during the construction process, he amplified his sensory perception through meditation, integrating parts of information from the other four senses as part of the decorating materials.

However, these pieces of information are ultimately incidental.

They can’t be as meticulously captured, flawlessly detailed, and perfectly replicated as the images obtained using the "speed reading" skill.

At this thought, Fang Cheng suddenly had a whimsical idea.

If one could incorporate all the information perceived by the senses into the Memory Palace,

And then continually expand it from one room to a building, then to a street, and even a city,

Wouldn’t that be akin to creating a "world of my own"?

Such an immense amount of work probably couldn’t be supported even if the human brain were developed to one hundred percent capacity, due to the overwhelming amount of material.

Fang Cheng shook his head in secret, discarding this overly absurd thought.

In reality, his ability to quickly put together the framework of a "Memory Palace" was mainly due to his profound familiarity with his home environment.

After all, he had lived in this house for a very long time.

If it were an entirely unfamiliar place, it wouldn’t be that easy.

Furthermore.

A "Memory Palace" conjured out of imagination can easily fade and collapse over time,

Requiring the creator to constantly strengthen and maintain it.

This also poses quite a mental burden.

Gurgle—

As he pondered, his stomach suddenly growled.

Fang Cheng abruptly realized.

Ever since he acquired the "Memory Palace" skill effect, he had been immersed in the wonderful sensation of creating worlds.

He had even forgotten to eat breakfast!

He glanced at the alarm clock on the table, which showed 9:28.

In a little while, it would be almost noon.

Fang Cheng immediately gathered his thoughts, got dressed, and prepared to go out to the supermarket to buy supplies, planning to make a hearty meal when he returned to replenish his body’s energy.

After eating and drinking his fill, he planned to visit his grandfather at the hospital in the afternoon.

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West Gate District.

In the afternoon, sunlight filtered through the hospital corridor windows, casting mottled shadows.

Two medical staff hurriedly pushed a stretcher cart past, shouting "Make way" continuously.

Fang Cheng leaned against the wall to let them pass before walking towards his grandfather’s ward.

The door was slightly ajar; he gently pushed it open.

The warmth of the air conditioner, coupled with the voices of relatives chatting, hit him all at once.

"Ah, here comes the great scholar of the Fang family!"

His younger aunt Fang Yu, sharp-eyed, was the first to spot Fang Cheng. She immediately came forward and enthusiastically grabbed his hand, her grip as firm as if expressing emotions after a long separation.

Having been assigned to work overseas by her company, she only had the chance to return to East Capital for the Spring Festival holidays this year.

Originally planning to visit the family, her plan was disrupted because the tubular building was sealed off.

She could only stand downstairs and greet from afar, asking the police to leave the gifts at the entrance of the staircase before driving back.

Having heard from her mother that her grandfather had just undergone cancer surgery, she came to the hospital to visit today, bringing her uncle along.