After enjoying a brief moment of happiness, Luciel began to explore this house that felt both familiar and foreign.
Because he had always been somewhat antisocial, the original host of this body had chosen to rent the entire house by himself.
With no roommates, everything in the house had a feeling of being both tidy and chaotic.
Luciel himself wasn’t someone who liked to clean, and it seemed the original host wasn’t either.
He looked around a few times.
The bathroom was old but clean.
Was this the place he cared about the most?
A refrigerator with magnetic clips and sticky notes recording when food was put inside.
Honestly, why record this?
No matter how bad someone’s memory was, they couldn’t possibly forget even that, right?
An old-fashioned washing machine with its lid left open, containing a few dirty clothes.
There was even a pair of underwear.
If undergarments like that were sitting right on top, he should have washed them quickly!
But since they hadn’t been washed anyway…
Luciel stripped off the clothes he was wearing and threw them in as well.
He added some laundry detergent, turned on the faucet to let the water run, and started the washing machine.
Amidst the rumbling sound of the washing machine, Luciel walked barefoot into the bathroom, which also doubled as a shower room.
The water heater hadn’t been turned off for days, so there was still hot water for Luciel to take a shower.
To be honest, living alone was pretty great.
He could even walk around the living room naked.
It wasn’t until the clothes were completely washed that he thought about his skill pool.
They were all low to mid-Sequence abilities.
Did he really not have a single spell that could dry his clothes?
It was surprisingly pitiful.
After all, he couldn’t use the Unwinged Angel’s toxic fire.
Running that kind of purely destructive element over his clothes would leave behind toxins that could easily kill dozens of people if he just walked around outside.
It was, after all, a Devil spell obtained directly from the Tenebrous World.
Taking an old, somewhat faded shirt that had been washed many times before, Luciel slipped it on.
It was obvious that to make them last longer, these clothes had been bought a size too big, leaving them rather loose on Luciel.
This lifestyle—looking listless all day, staring blankly, being completely slovenly, and moving as little as possible…
That kid’s inner world must have been really empty.
With his extraordinary eyesight, Luciel could clearly see that the sofa was covered by a large bedsheet.
The sheet had already accumulated some dust, but the original host had shown no intention of changing it.
There were no bowls or chopsticks in the kitchen sink, and the trash can was larger than a normal living room trash can.
It was completely the state of someone who didn’t want to lift a finger the moment they got home.
This listless way of living mostly appeared in people who had neither goals nor self-confidence.
Unlike the older generation—whether they had children, had made a name for themselves in their workplaces, or had high pensions and could do square dancing every day—the vitality they exuded was truly dazzling.
“You were really exhausted.
It’s okay, get a good night’s sleep.
Since I’ve taken over this body, from now on, all my glory will belong to your identity, whether I live a spectacular life or a quiet one.” Coming to the bathroom, there was still a small dark red stain on the wall.
Since there wasn’t actually an extra corpse in this house, Luciel hadn’t gone so far as to meticulously scrub every single corner clean.
Knock, knock, knock— Luciel heard a knock at the door and couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled.
When Auntie Wang Fang next door said the original owner was antisocial, it wasn’t just because he didn’t initiate conversations with her; it was because he equally refused to communicate with anyone.
His elementary and middle school classmates didn’t contact him at all, and of course, he never proactively contacted them either.
He didn’t even have friends.
No, it should be said that his presence was so weak that after spending three or six years in a class, most people still didn’t know him.
Who could it be at this time?
Though slightly puzzled, Luciel quickly put on a cheerful smile.
Opening the door, he saw an elderly woman who looked to be in her seventies.
Yet compared to the fragile constitution of young people today, apart from her full head of white hair and slightly hunched back, she didn’t look frail at all.
Seeing the handsome young man step out of the house, the elderly woman was quite surprised.
“Are you…
Luciel?” In her memory, this house’s tenant had always hid his face behind his hair.
That face, while not ugly, could only be described as plain.
How could it compare to the face before her?
Even with her poor eyesight, she could tell at a glance that his skin was wonderful.
“It’s me, Landlady.
Is there something you need?” Luciel showed just the right amount of confusion, which snapped the dazed landlady back to reality.
“Ah, it’s like this, Luciel.
I sent you a message a while ago but you didn’t reply.
Your lease is about to expire.
Are you going to renew your lease on this apartment?” “Oh, so that’s what it is.
I’ve been a bit busy lately and haven’t had time to check my phone, so I must have missed it.
I recently found a good job that provides room and board.
There’s a dormitory over there, so I should be moving out in a few days.” “I see.
Alright, I understand.
You don’t have to rush with the move.
Not many people live in the old district, and this location is quite remote, so no one will be renting this place anyway.
You still have three days left on your lease.
Let’s make it a full week for you, so there’s no need to rush.” Luciel smiled and thanked her, “Thank you so much, Grandma.” The landlady nodded, her smile very genuine.
Looking at Luciel, who seemed like a completely different person, she said, “You child, you always used to look so listless, but now you look full of energy.
I almost didn’t recognize you.” It was only because the elderly woman had a 6.0 diopter myopia and stubbornly refused to wear reading glasses; otherwise, she would have long realized that the person in front of her was completely different from the tenant in her memory, except for his voice.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”