Dawn gazed at the person, and his heart fluttered momentarily. The feeling lasted momentarily, but Dawn could tell this person was important to his predecessor.

Grace wore a black blouse, skirt, and red apron below her waist. The apron had a monogram of the coffee shop where she worked printed on it. Suddenly, as if she sensed a gaze, she raised her head. Her eyes widened as she watched Dawn walk over.

What surprised her was not the handsome face of the young man but his posture. Dawn would always walk with his gaze set on the road as if his world had shrunk into a pebble and he was looking for it. His had slumped shoulders, and his strides were hesitant.

But tonight, Dawn walked with his chin parallel to the ground, and his gaze matched hers. Something like this never happened before. She was still in a daze when the boy approached her and nodded in greeting.

Grace nodded instinctively and asked, "How are you doing?"

Dawn stopped and gazed at her confusedly. Grace woke from a stupor and asked, "I heard you were hospitalized. My mom visited you the day before you woke up. Saffron informed her that you woke up yesterday, but she is out of town for some emergency assignment."

Dawn realized what she was asking him and said, "I am fine. I appreciate your concern. I will meet Aunty when she comes back home."

Grace was surprised once more. Dawn had never been able to hold a proper conversation earlier, but he spoke so calmly today. She blinked and said, "You seem different."

The edge of his lips tilted upward slightly as the young man said, "I feel different too."

Then he waited a second, but when the dumbfounded Grace did not reply, he said, "I will be returning now. Take care."

Grace woke up but spotted Dawn climbing the stairs before she could reply. She did not know why, but she called out to him, "Dawn…"

The young man stood at the top of the staircase as he turned around to look at her. He asked, "Something?"

Grace hesitantly parted her lips, but no sound escaped her mouth. Then she took a deep breath and said, "Nothing. Just wanted to tell you that you can look for me if you have any trouble."

Dawn nodded with a faint smile before he vanished around the turn in the stairwell. The young lady took a few minutes to calm her emotions and mumbled, "What happened to him? He looks so different than how I have always seen him. Could it be that near-death experience bought out this change?."

She shook her head and took the elevator. She had so much on her plate that she could not dwell too much on Dawn's newfound confidence. Grace came to her house in a daze.

Dawn waited for her to enter the house before he walked out of the shadows. However, he frowned when crossing the Verse family home.

His senses were dull, but his instincts were not. However, he did not turn around to confirm his conjecture. He came to his door, opened it, and entered inside. Just now, he sensed someone watching him.

It was not hard for him to understand who could be observing them, or rather her. The people must be from Snake's gang, and they are posted here to observe Grace. Dawn did not have the time to care about anyone. He was too weak to take any action at this moment.

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He had to get strong first to save himself from the trouble. He was deciding whether to start cultivating when his stomach grumbled. He spotted the take-out and began to eat.

Dawn leaned against the back of the couch and sighed. The furnishing was minimal but clean. He gazed at the TV and scratched his head. He was not interested in watching dramas and movies. He needed to find out more about this world.

Thinking about this, Dawn picked up the new mobile box, and from the memories of his predecessor, he set up the device and then retrieved his data from the cloud. He began to look at the pictures and other things in detail before looking for the world's details.

Dawn understood that he needed to know about himself before he looked at the world. He knew too little about himself. After looking at the pictures, he was relieved that he found nothing unusual.

He began surfing the Internet to find information about the various things in the Fortune Nation. He found details about the military forces and some articles about the underground organizations controlling organized crime.

Dawn thought about the more pressing issue and began looking for things like spirit beasts and treasures. He found a few brief mentions that did not make sense to him. The concept of spiritual cultivation was just a fantasy to many people. He thought about something and understood that those who can use spiritual power must be manipulating the knowledge.

Dawn mumbled, "On the top, this world also seems very organized and equal, but in reality, the strong make the rules from the shadows, and the weak follow."

After a few hours of surfing, Dawn put away his phone and meditated on the ground. He needed to increase his strength, and cultivating was the best way. He was not strong enough to cause ripples in the pond, even if he wished to hunt for resources.

He cultivated till early morning before he stood up from the ground and stretched his limbs. He put on his sports shoes and left the house to run. Running was good exercise and helped improve blood circulation, and it was beneficial for him to temper his body. As he locked his door, the door next to his house opened with a click.

He looked and found Grace dressed in casual sports attire. The latter also looked at him and was shocked. Dawn nodded to her and then quickly came down the stairs. He did not care to say anything. Right now, Dawn was in the mood of chasing strength only. Yet he was about to realize how random life could be.

He was wearing common sports gear, and after some gentle skips on the ground, he ran on the sidewalk slowly. He was in no hurry to zoom past like a shadow. The best way to get stronger was to endure exhaustion and pain. The constant tempering will squeeze out his potential while, at the same time, his foundation will be firm.

Dawn knew that a big park was near his house, where he could easily practice. After running for some time, his steps grew heavy, and his breathing became ragged. He sighed as he thought about how weak his body was at present.

However, this did not make him give up. Dawn kept running. He regulated his pace and regained control of his breathing. Dawn began administering a special breathing method.

Gradually, his tired breathing calmed down, and he regained some stamina. The park was twenty minutes from his home, and Dawn took fifteen minutes to reach it. He stepped on the pavement and saw many elderly people practicing body movements, some playing chess.

Dawn found an empty spot and stood in a horse stance. After he regulated his breathing, he began punching in the void. These movements were simple, but they attracted the attention of the older people.

It was not daily that the old would see a young man coming out so early in the morning to practice martial skills. They watched Dawn perform the same movement for over ten minutes, and gradually, they lost interest in the repetitive action.

Dawn did not care about them and kept doing his best. His body was sweating. After ten minutes, Dawn stood up and flexed his muscles. During this whole time, he used spiritual breathing to inhale spirit energy directly into his body and temper his skin and muscles.

He began to do physical exercises and spent a couple of hours doing so. When he finished and wanted to return, he spotted an old man practicing virtual boxing. Dawn remarked, "A martial expert."

He watched eagerly, and when the old man performed the last set of moves, Dawn clicked his tongue and sighed. He did not wish to stay and decisively turned around to leave.

The old man was not alone. Beside him, a burly young man was also standing. When Dawn clicked his tongue and shook his head, the burly young man noticed it and frowned.

He was closer to Dawn and asked, "What are you posing for?"

Dawn gazed at the young man and continued walking. He did not want to mingle with them. However, he could not always do what he wanted to do.