That evening, Fang Ze returned home, the city lights flickering against the quiet streets. In his room, he unpacked his schoolbag and stared at the small desk where he had left books, notebooks, and personal items. Everything was ordinary, mundane—but his mind was far from it.
Memories of a life long ended surged through him: martial techniques, cultivation methods, strategic thinking, and experiences of a world far beyond ordinary humanity. None of it belonged here… yet all of it was his. The energy, the reflexes, the subtle awareness—it all lingered beneath the surface, waiting.
He opened a notebook, sketching diagrams, practicing movements in the quiet of his room. Small, precise motions, controlled breathing—simple enough to appear normal, yet they honed muscles, speed, and perception to a level ordinary humans could never reach.
Outside, Beijing city hummed with life. Crime, ambition, small disturbances—threads he could sense, waiting to be tested. Fang Ze realized that even in this peaceful neighborhood, challenges would come. He smiled. He wasn't here for ordinary life. He had returned for mastery, for understanding, for building a foundation in this city that no one else suspected held hidden currents of power.
By the time he closed his notebook, his plans had begun forming. Step by step, he would awaken quietly, unnoticed, until the city itself would bend to the force he was about to become.