Put into Practice

The Neuroanatomy of Sleep and Dreams was the new ability that was indeed specially made for Fang Ning. A whole year had passed once he commenced training.

Yes, he had slept in the green lounge of the System for an entire year.

His breath was faintly discernable at this moment, resembling a patient on their last legs.

Today, Sir System placed a piece of A4 paper on Fang Ning's face and urged. "Hey, Mr. Rich Boss. Are you still alive? If you're going to die, let me know quickly and sign the Body Conveyance Contract so I'll be saved from any inconvenience later on."

"Not a chance. My body is simply entrusted to you; its ownership is not yours." Fang Ning mumbled, waking up from his dream at last.

"Until which level have you cultivated now?" Sir System asked, "Why do you look like you're about to die?"