With a sense of curiosity, Chen Pingchuan cast his gaze upon the tables and chairs in the room. With a thought, he stood up, placed his hand on the furniture, and in an instant, the scarlet table and chairs vanished without a trace.
He focused his senses and found the items resting quietly in a strange space. Although it wasn't large, roughly forty square meters, it was more than enough to store many daily necessities, as long as they weren't massive pieces of equipment.
Just like that, Chen Pingchuan played around until his Spirit began to feel weary, and then he drifted off to sleep.
「Another morning arrived」
The clear, crisp songs of birds woke Chen Pingchuan. He was starting to quite like his days here. He was waited on hand and foot, and if it weren't for the impending insect apocalypse, he would have truly felt like he was on vacation.
