Later, he simply lay down on the bed, but instinctively still stretched out his arm, putting some distance between it and his body, and then communicated with the soul inside that arm. David Carter was now certain that the guy in his arm was not some high-tech product—he’d never heard of any advanced technology that could communicate with people without words. Clearly, Earth’s technology hadn’t reached that level yet. According to the soul itself, he was communicating directly through divine sense.

After asking for a long time, he didn’t get any particularly useful information. Whenever he asked who the soul was or how he got in, the soul would go crazy, confidently, egotistically, and narcissistically insisting that such a great figure as himself was someone David Carter absolutely had to know, and even asked David Carter who he was. This forced David Carter to change the subject. Fortunately, David Carter found that whenever he had a question, the soul would answer very patiently, displaying the demeanor of a teacher who educates all without discrimination.

However, there was one thing David Carter could confirm: even this supremely confident, egotistical, and narcissistic guy didn’t know how he ended up inside David Carter’s arm. But he didn’t seem to care; from his words, it was clear that being trapped anywhere was all the same to him—he’d obviously been trapped before.

“Even if I don’t know why my arm suddenly regenerated, or how you ended up trapped in my arm, what about my body? Why did my body suddenly become so strong, and my speed so fast?” David Carter lay there, still in the habit of speaking his thoughts aloud.

“Now that’s a good question. When the great and awesome me was checking out the surroundings, I discovered that when this arm connected to your body, some changes occurred. From what I observed, the arm altered some of your body’s strength to meet the minimum connection requirements. This level of change is nothing but a drizzle. With your body and speed, you still have the nerve to call yourself strong and fast…” The last part of the voice sounded rather exasperated, like an elephant looking at an ant and hearing it claim to be strong.

David Carter gradually realized that when it came to novel questions, the soul answered very seriously. But during casual conversation, he would become completely arrogant, domineering, and narcissistic—the more ordinary the topic, the more he acted this way.

“If this doesn’t count as strong, then tell me, what does?” Of course, David Carter mainly wanted to figure things out, or at least understand as much as possible.

“Weak and fragile little guy, get ready for a reality check. Your body’s abilities have increased by about four times. Now you barely have the strength of a thousand catties. Not to mention those with supernatural powers or magical abilities—even among ordinary people, a grandmaster could level a building in a few minutes…” The soul in his left arm was explaining when suddenly David Carter’s ears twitched—he heard someone walking toward him. David Carter quickly stopped the conversation with the soul in his left arm and sat up straight.

“Xiao Zhao, are you in?” Mrs. Thompson’s voice rang out. Even through the curtain, you could vaguely see Mrs. Thompson fanning herself with a big palm-leaf fan.

The room David Carter lived in was a full forty square meters, with a private bathroom and kitchen, plus a small living room partitioned off outside. When he rented it, the subway hadn’t opened yet and housing prices hadn’t fully risen, so David Carter got the place for just seven hundred yuan. Now, a place like this in Haicheng would cost at least twelve hundred, maybe more. Mrs. Thompson rented a similar room; her daughter was a junior at Haicheng University, and Mrs. Thompson worked here while taking care of her. Because David Carter had helped her sign the rental contract back then, she always remembered his kindness and would save him some food whenever she cooked something nice.

Recently, whenever Grace Parker, who had just married the landlord, tried to give David Carter trouble, he never had to step in—Mrs. Thompson always handled it. In Mrs. Thompson’s words, for someone like Grace Parker, there was no need for David Carter to get involved; she could win an argument with her with just half her mouth covered.

“I’m here, Mrs. Thompson.” David Carter had only taken a few steps before realizing he was shirtless, so he quickly grabbed a shirt and threw it on, buttoning it as he walked to open the door. “Mrs. Thompson, come in and have a seat.”

“No need, I just came to check on you.” As Mrs. Thompson spoke, she looked David Carter up and down, then smiled and nodded. “That’s more like it. Whatever happens, you have to keep an open mind. You’re a young man—what’s there to be afraid of? By the way, I saw what you were wearing when you came back earlier. Everything okay?”

Even though David Carter looked fine, Mrs. Thompson still asked with concern.

“It’s nothing… really, nothing…” David Carter quickly shook his head and smiled. “I just got bumped, so I went to the hospital for a checkup. My own clothes got ruined, so I had to wear this set home.”

“As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters. As long as you’re healthy, nothing else matters.” Mrs. Thompson said knowingly, “Everything else is minor. Who doesn’t run into trouble in life? Who hasn’t stepped in dog poop while walking? Here’s the thing—I just did the math when I got back. After paying rent, I still have fifteen hundred yuan left. If that’s not enough, I’ll have your uncle borrow some more from back home. No matter what, we can help you scrape together three or five thousand. You think of something too—are we living people going to let ourselves be stifled by a full bladder?”