Driving a small van, Zheng Yichen hummed some tunes, the names of which he couldn't even recall himself. As he had gradually solved the moving anomalies, he too felt relief. As for how to deal with the last giant serpent, he'd worry about that later—there was still plenty of time, after all.
Dusk Cathedral, Zheng Yichen kept moving things out of the van, only to be told that his storage space was already full.
"…There's such a thing?"
"This is a storage space, not a warehouse," the younger sister emphasized to Zheng Yichen.
"Then, is there a possibility of getting a warehouse?"
"You can open a separate room. One merit point can preserve it for ten years."
"How big is the room?" Zheng Yichen asked with genuine interest.
"Two hundred square meters."
He was somewhat tempted. Before the transmigration, a two hundred square meter house... apart from those with their homestead land, it would typically take a lifetime of work to get one.