Chapter Ninety-Four: Everyone Takes Action

Fang Mu’s rented apartment was on the eighteenth floor. The security at Mingyue Complex was excellent, with a scanner inside the elevator that required identity verification before use.

The elevator ride took just about twenty seconds before it smoothly arrived. Stepping out, Fang Mu walked straight to apartment 1802.

The moment he grasped the door handle, his fingerprint was scanned and recorded. Two beeps sounded, and the door unlocked.

Pushing it open, Fang Mu’s eyes brightened slightly.

Inside was an entryway; beside it stood a shoe cabinet with a pair of slippers neatly placed at the threshold.

The floor was warm-toned hardwood, giving off a cozy vibe. The spacious living room was easily three or four times larger than his previous rental. There was a small balcony with huge reinforced glass windows, letting in abundant natural light that poured into the room. The warm-hued sofa and sunshades made the space feel very inviting.

At a glance, Fang Mu let out a long, contented breath, a look of satisfaction shining in his eyes.

He slipped on the slippers and stepped inside, surveying the room with growing approval.

Though he had seen videos of the apartment through the rental agency, seeing it in person was far more gratifying.

The living room was fully equipped with essential furniture: a sofa, projector, sound system, freezer, coffee table—all brand new, just as Liang Bingyun had said.

The master bedroom was large, furnished with a soft, comfortable bed. The warm gray bedding exuded a sense of warmth. It included a washroom with a separated bathroom compartment and a bathtub, meticulously clean. Toothbrush, toothpaste, shower gel, shampoo, hairdryer—every little necessity one might need was neatly arranged.

Besides the master bedroom, there was a smaller secondary bedroom with its own independent bathroom.

There was also a walk-in closet, nearly as large as his former apartment. Under the glow of a golden floor lamp, it appeared bright and spacious.

Inside the closet, beyond the usual clothing storage, there was space for weapons. Gun racks, ammunition cabinets, even several wall mounts for heavy blades and long knives.

They had even prepared maintenance items for the weapons, like oil and such.

Fang Mu glanced over them—all brand new and from high-quality brands, even better than those he had used before. Their value must be at least several thousand yuan.

There were also fresh cleaning cloths for guns, polishing stones, and other small tools.

Though these scattered little items weren’t worth much individually, the care taken was evident.

True craftsmanship reveals itself in the smallest details.

It was a pleasant feeling.

After a thorough look around, Fang Mu even felt a sudden impulse to buy the apartment outright.

But quickly, he suppressed that urge.

“For now, better to hold off. This money has other urgent uses. As for the apartment, I’ll think about it once I’m making more money,” he reflected.

He then moved to the balcony, which had excellent lighting and featured a hanging chair.

Sitting there, he had a clear, panoramic view of the city center.

Opening the window, a gentle breeze brushed past as he reclined in the chair, exhaling deeply and feeling an unprecedented sense of tranquility.

He quietly observed the vast city below, bustling with traffic and noise.

Before, he never paid much attention to such things, always caught up in the grind, worried and confused about the future, with no energy to explore other interests.

Only now did he suddenly feel that he truly belonged to this city, and his future no longer seemed so uncertain.

Changing apartments wasn’t just about a new living environment for Fang Mu; his mindset was also undergoing subtle yet profound transformations.

Time slipped by as he sat in quiet contemplation. When he finally felt hungry, he snapped out of his reverie and glanced at the sky, surprised to see the sun setting in the west. The sunset painted the horizon in blood-red hues—beautiful.

He smiled faintly and pulled out his communication device. Noticing it was already lagging badly, Fang Mu decided he’d replace it soon.

He then opened the Mingyue Butler app and entered the food ordering interface.

Immediately, a flood of exquisite food images appeared, and Fang Mu browsed through them one by one.

The menu was rich and varied, but the prices were exorbitant. Dishes made from ordinary ingredients might cost a few dozen yuan elsewhere, but here they were several hundred per serving—several times more expensive.

As for ingredients sourced from battlefield creatures, the prices were even higher.

Tier Black Iron ingredients cost thousands, Bronze Tier went up to tens of thousands, and Silver Tier was pricier still, ranging from a hundred thousand to several hundred thousand.

But the highest available was Silver Tier.

There were no Golden Tier ingredients.

After all, Golden Tier creatures were not easy to hunt.

The luxury was undeniable, but the cost of living was truly high.

Fang Mu shook his head and, after some thought, ordered a Bronze Tier set meal, immediately spending sixty to seventy thousand yuan.

“No wonder the rent is under a hundred thousand, yet this apartment is stocked with all these brand new furnishings… Clearly, the landlord isn’t making money from rent but from something else,” he mused.

Less than half an hour later, there was a knock at the door. Fang Mu opened it to find two attendants pushing a dining cart inside.

“Mr. Fang, your meal has arrived. Where would you like it placed?” one attendant asked respectfully.

“Just put it out on the balcony,” Fang Mu replied.

The attendants bowed and quickly arranged the dishes on the balcony table. Then, bowing again, they wished him an enjoyable meal before leaving.

Fang Mu settled into the balcony chair and began his dinner.

Taking a bite, his eyes immediately brightened.

No wonder it was a meal costing tens of thousands—the flavor was superb, incomparable to any outdoor barbecue. The meat was tender and fragrant, with distinct layers of taste.

Night fell, and the city lights glittered below. Fang Mu enjoyed the urban view and his delicious meal, utterly at ease.

***

In the days that followed, Fang Mu lived quite leisurely. He hadn’t watched a movie in a long time, but the home projector and sound system brought an immersive experience. During the day, he would stroll downstairs or visit the DPSK Mall out of curiosity, encountering many things he had never seen before.

It wasn’t that he had nothing else to do, but he needed to control the pace at which he dealt with the sawtooth hyenas—at least a six or seven-day cycle—to avoid attracting too much attention.

Though he had a protective layer, he still dared not be careless.

There were 428 sawtooth hyenas in total, and Fang Mu took over a month to handle them all.

Looking at the eight-digit bank balance starting with a ‘6’ in the “Yang Lin” account, Fang Mu exhaled deeply.

Tomorrow, he could finally purchase the gene-enhancing serum.

He wondered if over sixty million yuan would be enough to buy one potent enough to boost him to the pinnacle of the Bronze Tier.