The room was engulfed in dark silence.
The red glow of distant neon lights projected through the window, casting flickering shadows across Fang Cheng's face.
He sat calmly in a chair, body as steady as a rock.
With his eyes lowered, he calmly observed the strange entity writhing on his skin.
His gaze bore no fear, nor disgust, only an almost ruthless scrutiny.
It was as if this thing wasn't a terrifying monster, but rather a controllable, playful novelty.
It seemed to have no physical form, more like a gelatinous life form, existing between energy and matter.
At the moment, it adhered tightly to Fang Cheng's skin, wriggling rapidly, attempting to penetrate through the pores on his arm.
However, Fang Cheng's flesh, having been tempered through countless trials, had skin tougher than the densest rubber.
The pores covering his body, under his willpower, were like numerous tightly closed one-way valves.
