The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"
the system has a low presence in this story, and it avoids the pitfalls of making the plot into a railroad to railroad to upgrades, like all other weaktostrong stories. we all know how those plots go, and we can skip that stuff. speaking of, the side characters don't feel like upgrades either. they each have their own thing going on too, even when it's not moving the plot. these are all small things, but they just make this story feel nice to read, this is top book in my library.