Time quietly passed, the sunlight outside the window grew brighter.
Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands lightly resting on his knees, his eyes gently closed.
The room was silent, occasionally stirred by the wind rustling the curtains.
It was as if someone was whispering in his ear.
Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, a glint flashing across them, and he murmured to himself:
"It should be possible now."
Then he stretched out his legs to get off the bed, didn’t put on shoes, but instead stepped directly onto the floor barefoot.
Raising his eyes, he looked around and thought to himself.
Let’s start with the bedroom that I am most familiar with.
Fang Cheng took a deep breath and used the Speed Reading Skill again.
As he entered the state, it was as if a button had been quietly pressed in his mind.
In the vast dark universe inside his skull, billions of neuronal synapses sparkled like stars, colliding to create dazzling sparks.
A massive amount of information, like a stream of particles moving faster than light, whistled along the nerve fibers, seeming to break through the boundaries of reality and fantasy.
At the same time, Fang Cheng’s eyes appeared as open channels of the mind, emanating unusually brilliant light from the depths of his pupils.
Then, like a laser printer, he instinctively scanned and recorded all the scenery he saw.
His gaze covered everything from the bed, desk, bookshelves, to the wardrobe, walls, and ceilings.
Also, the window glass tinted by sunlight, and each flower on the curtains fluttering in the wind.
Fang Cheng turned around, his gaze swiftly and meticulously sweeping over everything in the room.
He then walked out of the bedroom, into the living room, continuing this super-normal brain-load reading and memorizing process.
He moved slowly forward, his gaze deep and sharp as if it could penetrate space, not missing any shadowy corner.
He imprinted in his mind every inch of his home, every detail, all the decorations and furniture.
His feet directly stepped on the floor, feeling the coolness from the fine wood texture, which seemed to bring a strange tactile sensation.
Fang Cheng glanced down at the worn old floor under his feet, then suddenly his brows tightened, and his face showed difficulty.
He then terminated the skill state, vigorously rubbing his temples and brow with his hands.
A few minutes later, he deeply exhaled.
Suddenly, there was a feeling of immense relief, his body even breaking out in a cold sweat.
Seemingly due to excessive mental exertion, there was a buzzing in his ears, a throbbing in his temples, and a slight feeling of nausea.
He estimated in his mind, from the activation of the skill to its end, it was about ten seconds.
It seems that the "Memory Palace" does indeed consume a lot of Spiritual Energy.
"This shouldn’t be..."
Fang Cheng murmured in a low voice, somewhat surprised.
Knowing that his Spirit Attribute was as high as 43 points, far surpassing ordinary people.
Even among those with abilities, he was quite outstanding, definitely not weak.
Even though the "Memory Palace" was complex to use, ordinary people could master it proficiently.
His own first performance shouldn’t have been .
Slowly rubbing his brow, Fang Cheng looked at the panel information appearing in front of him.
[Warning! You have overdrawn your spiritual energy excessively, and your physical condition is poor, please rest.]
His gaze swept past this warning and continued to look downward.
Several new messages about Skill Experience enhancement brightened Fang Cheng’s eyes.
[You have completed the first step of constructing the Memory Palace, Speed Reading Experience +10]
[Next, you can choose to connect these image materials at a certain level of consciousness and proceed with the construction work]
[Given that you have mastered the Meditation Skill, you may try using it to further enhance the actual effect of the Memory Palace]
"What does this mean..."
Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered slightly, and he sighed lightly.
His thoughts turned, and as if by a stroke of telepathy, he gained some insight.
He then returned to the bedroom for a brief period of meditation and rest.
Closing his eyes, he quickly calmed down, slowly casting aside distractions.
After a moment, numerous voices around his ears surged like a tide, then receded just as quickly.
In the deep and subtle depths of his consciousness, Fang Cheng suddenly opened his bright, spirited eyes.
The scenery of his home had completely vanished, and he was surrounded by pitch-black darkness, as if stepping into chaotic void.
In his field of vision, other than the small points twinkling like stars, there was an endless, enveloping black fog covering the whole universe.
It seemed like he was at the edge of the world, and one more step forward would plunge him into an even deeper darkness, hiding countless evil creatures.
Looking at the impenetrable black fog and the many points hidden within.
Fang Cheng’s expression was calm, unsurprised.
Because this was the Spirit Space where he communicated with the "Smiling Demon."
It was also, the special level located at the connection point between the subconscious and the conscious mind.
Fang Cheng’s plan was to take this desolate area as a construction site for building the "Memory Palace."
If constructed in the purely conscious area like ordinary people, it might seem cliché and lack the element of magic.
Entering deeper into the subconscious would be too risky, full of unknown factors and uncertainties.
Therefore, choosing a level between the two as the construction site was clearly the most appropriate.
Of course, this was also inspired by the Smiling Demon.
That dark room used as a "voice chat room" might in some sense be similar to the "Memory Palace."
No matter what, owning expert-level Meditation Skill and the marvelous Spiritual Fire.
With the breakthrough of a 40-point Spirit Attribute, he could boldly attempt.