After taking Song Tingting home, Chen Shouyi pedaled his bicycle back at full speed.
Night began to fall, and the streetlights had already come on.
He felt a vague melancholy and gloom. He had pursued strength so relentlessly that, without realizing it, he had wound up separated from ordinary people by a deep chasm.
It wasn't a gap in status or wealth, but in their very levels of life.
In a sense, he could no longer be called human. Before a demigod, ordinary people were as fragile as soap bubbles, ready to burst with a single breath. He felt that it would take at least a peak Martial Master for them to... get along harmoniously.
All sorts of short videos he had seen before flashed through his mind.
Sigh, this is really such a headache!
Chen Shouyi's mind ran wild for a while before he hurriedly cut off the thought.
When he got home, he found his parents and younger sister still chatting in the living room.
"Why are you back so soon?" Mother Chen looked at Chen Shouyi as if he were an idiot.
How could he be so clueless? He had such a good opportunity, and yet he didn't know how to seize it.
Ever since she'd first entertained the idea, she'd grown more and more anxious. Every time her son went on a mission, it was so dangerous—not fighting a Savage God, then fighting a... Savage God. If anything happened to him, at least having a child would mean the Chen family wouldn't die out.
"Curfew's about to start!" Chen Shouyi said, as if it were obvious.
Mother Chen's expression froze. That did make a lot of sense.
As the days passed, his self-healing talent improved from intermediate to advanced.
The time it took his body to