Chapter 7: Work Till Death Can’t Stop Me

After Taro Fukuda left, Fang Cheng—who’d been lying half-dead on the bed—sprang upright.

He stripped off his clothes, peeled away the blood-stained bandages, and found the surgical wound on his side fully healed. Even the kidney that had been removed had regrown.

The whole surgery had been risky but manageable. Fang Cheng carefully controlled his wound’s healing speed to avoid being labeled a monster.

The payoff was huge: selling a kidney for 50,000 Asian Yuan, giving Taro Fukuda 2,000 as a cut, and pocketing 48,000 for free.

From his tests, any body tissue cut from him would slowly vanish, disappearing faster if it was smaller.

The kidney left at the clinic would disappear completely in two days. The clinic wouldn’t blame him—they’d assume it was stolen.

Fang Cheng skipped staying at the hospital to avoid suspicion. Scamming shady medical operations didn’t bother his conscience.

“Grr—”

His stomach growled again. Healing the wound and regrowing the kidney had reignited his hunger.

Fang Cheng rubbed his belly and scoffed.

“Guess I’ll have to become a bottomless pit now. Hope I don’t balloon into some fat slob.”

Still, his mood stayed upbeat. His money troubles were solved.

Whistling, he changed clothes, headed out to eat, bought a new phone card, chopped his long hair into a sharp cut, and stocked up on non-perishable groceries to cook at home.

Even with cash now, he couldn’t splurge. Cooking himself would save money.

Back home, he stuffed the fridge, showered, and booted up his computer to type a new document.

Money was sorted, but his situation wasn’t safe.

He wasn’t some clueless high school slacker. A grown soul lived in his young body, and he needed a plan.

Being tailed all day by that unhinged woman, Kanzaki Rin, lit a fire under him.

She’d thought her stalking was subtle, but Fang Cheng had spotted her lurking that morning. After their nasty run-in, he knew she wouldn’t let things go.

With her watching, he couldn’t relax.

He typed three urgent priorities:

1. Money—endlessly. Keep freeloading schemes going. Tokyo had more middlemen than just Taro Fukuda. But this was short-term. Long-term plans needed work.

2. Threats—from Kanzaki Rin, her vampire warnings, and society’s hate for strange beings like him. He needed self-defense skills ASAP.

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No ambition to rule, but he refused to be a disposable pawn. At least aim to be a sports car.

3. Self-discovery—figure out if his immortality came from vampires or something else. Learn how many revives he had left and how to get more. That trumped cash.

As Fang Cheng reviewed his list, a message popped up from “Floating Duckweed” on his social media app.

\"Fang-kun, why wasn\’t your phone working? Teacher Togawa kept asking about you. Are you planning to come to school soon?\"

The original owner\’s decade-long memories overwhelmed Fang Cheng; without triggers, details remained elusive.

Seeing Floating Duckweed\’s message reminded Fang Cheng of his current status as a second-year high school student who\’d been skipping classes. This classmate had always shown him kindness.

\"Lost my phone. Got new number. Save this.\"

When Fang Cheng typed \"I\’m quitting school,\" he paused, erased it, and substituted: \"Let\’s discuss school tomorrow.\"

He hadn\’t figured out his future path yet. While school seemed trivial compared to bigger concerns, abandoning it completely felt unwise.

Floating Duckweed replied: \"Understood. Hope to see you at school tomorrow. Good night.\"

A mental image surfaced – rabbits gently smiling while bidding goodnight.

Wait, why rabbits?

Fang Cheng massaged his temples and saved the document.

He left the bedroom and rummaged through storage until finding dusty dumbbells.

The original owner had bought these during middle school, soon abandoning them with baseball gear when gaming proved more entertaining.

Gripping both dumbbells, Fang Cheng began slow exercises in the living room.

[Exercise +1]

Notifications flickered in his vision approximately every minute.

Fang Cheng suspected his current state might be linked to the mobile game he\’d played before crossing over.

That game\’s characters had similar revival limits and activity notifications during eating or training.

He resolved to test this theory through physical exertion.

……

Outside the apartment building, a drone silently approached Fang Cheng\’s floor.

Its cameras recorded his living room movements through the window.

The feed transmitted wirelessly across Ibaraki City\’s expanse, reaching a luxury apartment in real time.

Kanzaki Rin, clad in a thin nightgown, lay half-reclined on her bed facing a notebook.

She crunched potato chips while observing Fang Cheng\’s workout.

Twenty minutes later, Fang Cheng dropped the weights gasping, collapsing onto the floor.

\"Pathetic,\"

Kanzaki Rin snorted derisively at his apparent lack of stamina.

Her fingers scraped empty chip bag depths – she\’d unconsciously devoured the entire pack.

After licking residual salt from her fingers, she retrieved cold noodles and began slurping daintily.

Onscreen, Fang Cheng recommenced exercising post-break.

\"235…236…237…\"

He counted push-ups through gritted teeth, ignoring arm muscles screaming in protest.

Immortality\’s advantage meant no concern for physical damage from overexertion.

Fang Cheng embraced this brutally efficient philosophy – work until death stopped him.

Mid-chicken bite, Kanzaki Rin froze. Unnoticed, Fang Cheng\’s workout had surpassed two hours.

Few breaks interrupted this marathon of relentless motion.

Though vampire physiology enabled recovery, agony and exhaustion remained acute. Such endurance surpassed most Disaster Countermeasures Department interns.

Studying the undulating figure, Kanzaki Rin whispered: \"What exactly are you?\"

No ordinary high schooler demonstrated this combination of initiative and grit – selling organs post-transformation while maintaining strict exercise regimens.

Even last night\’s confrontation revealed unexpected maturity, devoid of teenage petulance except for crude remarks.

Yet school records showed an unremarkable student she\’d never noticed.

Daylong observation yielded more questions than answers about Fang Cheng.