In the midst of a silent darkness, Fang Cheng opened his eyes.
Deep within his pupils, there seed to be a faint light swirling, outlining the contours of the slightly unfamiliar bedroom.
He was only wearing a pair of shorts, lying on a soft mattress, but his body wasn’t sleepy at all.
Yesterday was the day his grandfather moved into a new house, the family gathered to celebrate, it was lively and bustling.
By evening, no one returned to the hotel, everyone stayed over in this new house located in Wanghu Town.
The small two-story building had plenty of rooms, more than enough for two families.
His uncle specially reserved a room for him and his mother, complete with furniture and daily necessities.
Fang Cheng originally planned to take advantage of this rare leisure, shalessly be lazy for a day, and get up only when the sun was high.
But his body’s strict biological clock woke him from deep sleep at four in the morning.
He raised his wrist, a faint blue glow softly lit up, it was his sports watch.
On the dial, the numbers projected clearly: 4:02.
Fang Cheng lay for a while longer, then sat up, barefoot on the cold wooden floor, and walked to the window.
"Clatter"— the heavy curtain was drawn open.
A rush of cool air flooded in instantly, carrying with it the unique moisture and fragrance of trees and grass in Wanghu Town, invigorating the spirit.
Outside the window, the night was still deep.
The traditional streets were empty, as if the whole world was imrsed in the deepest darkness.
The moon was just a faint crescent, barely outlining the ancient building’s flying eaves across the street.
His gaze extended beyond the ancient town, looking farther away.
The faint outline of continuous mountains and the vast water body at the foot of the mountains were vaguely visible.
Like a slumbering giant beast, tranquil and majestic.
A thin layer of mist lingered over the lake, adding a touch of mystery to the vast water.
That was Yulong Lake.
Fang Cheng looked at the early morning scene, took a deep breath, and slowly stretched his limbs.
Crackle-pop—
A series of fine, crisp pops ca from deep within his joints.
It was the signal of his body fully awakening.
"What great weather, let’s go out for a run, get so exercise..."
Fang Cheng murmured to himself.
A surge of instinctual impulse welled up in his chest.
It seed to urge him to embrace the silent night, to push his body to its limits, squeezing out every drop of sweat.
Fang Cheng no longer hesitated, turned around and picked up the clothes folded by the bed, swiftly putting them on.
Squeak—
The heavy courtyard gate was gently pushed open, leaving a slit.
A figure in a blue tracksuit slipped out, quietly closing the door behind him.
The sky was dark, the street quiet.
Fang Cheng, invigorated, with bright eyes, set off in a slow jog on the damp stone pavent in his sneakers.
Today’s morning exercise plan had officially begun!
.........
The lakeside road at four in the morning was like a sleeping black dragon, winding between the lake and the mountains.
The streetlights were sparse, the light dim, illuminating only small areas, with much of the road completely hidden in darkness.
A blue figure passed through the darkness, practicing long-distance running at a steady pace along the road.
His body moved fluidly, his steps light.
Every arm swing, every breath was rhythmic, as if he was one with the quiet night.
As his body gradually ward up, his running speed began to unconsciously increase.
Suddenly.
He leaned forward slightly, the muscle fibers of his legs seed to ignite in an instant, his quadriceps and gluteus maximus exploded with astonishing strength.
Every step off the ground felt like a mini-explosion, the strong thrust nearly lifted him off the ground, as if flying.
It was like suddenly switching from cruising mode to an all-out sprint.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind unexpectedly swept by.
The blue figure tore through the dense darkness, passing under the light of a streetlamp in an instant, then rushed into the next stretch of darkness in a fraction of a second, so fast it seed like just a visual residue.
A delivery truck traveling late at night was slowly edging out from a junction.
The driver, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, yawned, when his peripheral vision suddenly caught a blur flashing in front of the truck.
The blur didn’t even make a clear footstep sound.
Only a strong gust of wind dashed forward, causing the peace charm in the truck cabin to swing crazily.
"Damn!"
The driver slamd the brakes, the tires screeching painfully on the silent road.
Terrified, he looked towards the rear-view mirror, but saw only the empty road and the swaying trees in the distance.
"Seeing things?"
He rubbed his eyes, his heart still pounding.
Finally, he could only conclude that he was too tired, causing hallucinations.
The driver muttered and stepped on the accelerator again.
Completely unaware that he had just brushed past an inhuman monster.
Fang Cheng, at this mont, had long left that truck far behind.
He ran freely, enjoying the violent roar of the wind in his ears, his leg muscles alternately contracting and relaxing at an astonishing frequency.
The scenery on both sides seed to transform into flowing dotted lines.
Fang Cheng felt as if he was rging with the wind, lding into the darkness, becoming the swiftest presence in the night.
Unknowingly, the road ca to an end.
Ahead was a deep path leading into the forest.
He stopped and a faint blue screen quietly appeared before him.
[Running Experience 12]
[Running Lv1 (36/250)]
Looking at the information on the panel, Fang Cheng breathed slightly, adjusting his slightly erratic Inner Breath after his high-speed run.
Then he looked down at the ti displayed on his watch.
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