With only a few days left in October, Beijing's nights grew longer in this season.
At five in the silent living room of The Cabin, a beacon point flickered with dimensional light. Then the spatial transfer activated soundlessly, and the chilling darkness and brilliant gold swept away.
After five hours of intensely focused ability training,
the figure who returned to The Cabin yawned tiredly, then burrowed beneath the covers. With Sleep Card activated, he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
Adjust the ability's point of effect, reduce magical energy consumption, remain suspended in place,
neutralize inertial force and reduce unnecessary expenditure,
increase quantity, increase mass.
Even in dreamless deep sleep, all that filled his mind were those planned training regimens and goals that he had no idea how long it would take to master as naturally as his own limbs.
And that was only The Float, just one card.
So training one's abilities and improving one's strength really was a long process that required steady accumulation over time.
On the clock, time passed second by second.
The "blanket bundle" on the bed beside the little table slept soundly. Then, just as the hands were about to point to six in the morning and the alarm was about to ring—
Click—
The alarm was turned off ahead of time. The "blanket bundle," which had been sleeping like the dead a second ago, instantly flipped over and sprang up!
Though he had been unbearably sleepy an hour ago, he now seemed as alert as if he had slept for three or four hours. In the darkness of six in the morning, before Beijing's sky had even brightened,
he locked onto Meng Lang's door with the energy of a nocturnal creature.
(ω*) Stare.
*Hehehehe, bro, this time I'm definitely taking