Being at home was truly wonderful. There was no need to worry about anything, and he could live without a care in the world. But no matter what, in this world, one had to pay attention to one's own strength. He absolutely could not be among the weak. He had to grow stronger. Only then could he live freely without having to watch others' expressions.
Uzumaki Chenhao was exactly that kind of person. He had never wanted to be weak. After all, he had already spent an entire lifetime being weak in his previous life. In the end, he had been killed by bad people because he had tried to help someone, and then he had transmigrated into this world.
Strangely enough, during the first year or two after arriving in this world, he had also been very weak and bullied every day. But later, his strength gradually increased. It was then that he began to grow stronger and embarked on the path of the strong.
The current Uzumaki Chenhao was completely different from before, as though he had become an entirely different person. In the past, he had never trusted anyone. He had always spoken little and rarely talked at all, much less made friends. But in the end, he discovered that having friends was truly a wonderfully strange feeling.
Having friends was actually a very good thing. Only after he started making friends did he realize just how important it was to have friends in this world.
Time slowly passed, and the next day soon arrived. Yet Uzumaki Chenhao still did not get up, sleeping all the way until noon. At that moment, he felt incredibly relaxed from head to toe.
The bed he had slept in last night had felt like sleeping on a cloud. His entire