River Valley Town, second floor of the White Sparrow Tavern.
Xia Nan never considered himself a narcissist.
Whether it was in his previous life as a worker, or in his current state after transmigration, it remained the same.
But he had to admit, the innate human pursuit of survival advantages had long been deeply imprinted in his bloodline, quietly influencing his views and behaviors in daily life.
He devised rigorous training plans and executed them meticulously, with clear, phased goals that provided positive feedback and continuously motivated him to move forward.
Every swing of the sword, every page of knowledge, even every point of skill level...
The strong sense of control over his body and life gradually alleviated the pressure and anxiety brought by the unfamiliar Otherworld during the process of sweating and becoming stronger.
The morning sun refracted through the glass, casting water-like patterns of light on the bed, while tiny particles of dust floated in the air.
