Creak. Chen Cheng gently pushed open the door, then vanished together with it the moment he stepped inside.
Passing through the entryway and into the living room, he could hear the static hiss of a television snow screen.
Through the scattered glimmers on the TV screen, Chen Cheng saw that familiar hanging basket chair.
Leaning back in the basket chair, his body swaying with its inertia as the static hissed by his ears, Chen Cheng's eyelids gradually grew much heavier.
"Now this is cozy."
Chen Cheng let out a satisfied groan and casually picked up the remote beside him.
Yet no matter how he changed the channels, there was nothing but snow screens.
Rising to his feet, Chen Cheng surveyed his surroundings before speaking.
"It's still a little rough around the edges. Who's ever seen a liquid-crystal screen showing static? Couldn't you at least have gotten an old-fashioned television?"
"Forget it. To you, this kind of LCD TV is probably ancient enough already. You really did put some thought into it, kid."
Tap, tap. The sound of shoe soles striking the floor approached, and in the next moment, another Chen Cheng who looked exactly like him emerged from the bedroom.
"Are you dissatisfied with the welcome ceremony I prepared for you?"
Chen Cheng looked at the God of Light before stroking his chin.
"I think you ought to be called Chen Cheng Two."
"Whatever. Some call me Chen Cheng, some call me artificial intelligence, and some prefer to call me the Heavenly Dao.
"But Old Ke prefers to call me 9527. After all, in their eyes, I'm nothing more than a tool. The number of a lowly servant suits me perfectly."
The God of Light walked over to Chen Cheng and made a gesture inviting him to sit.
"Let's sit