Time slipped quietly by amid the uneventful routine of campus life.
That day, no unexpected incidents like a "math duel" occurred, allowing Benjamin to devote most of his energy to absorbing classroom knowledge and mobilizing the Spiritual Power within him, which crawled along as slowly as a snail.
When he unlocked the front door, he was greeted by silence.
There were no signs of his parents' shoes in the entryway, and the living room was empty as well.
According to the plans they had casually mentioned that morning, they should have gone to the large supermarket for their weekly shopping trip by now.
Looking at the house, empty and tidy to an excessive degree, a thought rose in Benjamin's heart.
The opportunity had come.
Rather than heading straight back to his bedroom as usual, he stopped. His sharp gaze swept over this space that was both "familiar" and utterly foreign to him.
He took a deep breath and began systematically searching the entire house.
His first target was the master bedroom—the room belonging to his "parents."
When he pushed open the door, he found furnishings so simple they resembled a model home. The bed was so neatly made that not a single crease showed. The clothes in the wardrobe had been hung with meticulous care, sorted by color and season. There were only the most basic skincare products on the vanity—no personal photographs, no scattered private collections, not even... dust.
This kind of tidiness lacked the warmth and accumulation of real life. It looked as if the room had just been carefully scrubbed and arranged, rather than lived in for years.
He cautiously opened his "father's" desk drawers and his "mother's" bedside cabinet. Aside from several popular magazines from this world and unopened stationery, they were completely empty.
There were