I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal

In the following days,

Chen Yun's routine was to basically live according to his short-term plan.

During this period,

he conducted experimental adjustments to the timespan of his short-term plan, swapping the timing of different projects experimentally.

He eventually found that the original plan was best after all.

Just as the morning was suitable for running, the night indeed was suitable for scent training.

The cool evening breeze

always allowed Chen Yun to calm down and earnestly remember each scent corresponding to its object, encoding it into his brain's olfactory database.

So in the end,

Chen Yun didn't make much of a change and lived according to his short-term plan for a while.

There were no significant changes during this time;

his life was without much excitement.

The only thing worth mentioning was the third item in the short-term plan: "Explore personal changes and experiment with guesses."

During these days,

having confirmed that he truly could not sleep, he boldly tried using sleeping pills to induce sleep for his experiments.

The common tranquilizer sleeping pills are classified as Category II prescription drugs under national control and can only be purchased with a doctor's authorization.

Chen Yun naturally couldn't easily buy them, nor did he wish to leave any trace of his purchase.

But he knew he had a good neighbor.

Bai Shi!

In Chen Yun's mind, this guy had always been a Little Dingdang type character.

As long as one could tolerate Bai Shi's conspiracy theories and incessant chatter, one would find being friends with him particularly interesting and convenient.

Seemingly idling away his days with nothing important to do, Bai Shi could always pull out a bunch of strange items when Chen Yun needed something.

Whether it was a rare CD from years ago, a limited edition gaming console, or a century-old fine wine from a foreign winery...

Bai Shi could always get his hands on it.

This time was no exception.

When Chen Yun quietly cornered him on the stair landing of the fifth floor on March 1st and brought up the desire for sleeping pills,

Bai Shi didn't refuse.

Instead, he chuckled mysteriously and said, "Eric Hoffel once said that we feel free when we escape, even if we're just jumping out of the pan into the Fire."

"Do you also think that this world is just a program? The red pill to reach real life will arrive shortly after."

Faced with the sudden fervor on Bai Shi's face,

Chen Yun could only manage an awkward but polite smile at the time.

His own reason for use was mild insomnia and a desire for the tranquilizer sleeping pills that the hospital wasn't willing to prescribe.

It wasn't about escaping the real world for reality.

But still,

he nodded helplessly yet seriously.

At least Bai Shi's conspiracy theories this time seemed more like a bout of adolescent fantasy than the outrageous claims he made three months ago, when he suddenly slept on the rooftop every day, fearing that the government would use earthquakes to destroy the lower classes.

Compared to Bai Shi's previous unrestrained narcissism, delusional status, overly strong sense of self, and head full of conspiracy theories, this was relatively mild.

After skillfully arranging to treat Bai Shi to a meal as a reward in a few days,

Chen Yun received a delivery notification from Cai niao Station that very afternoon.

After picking up the package with clear understanding,

inside the express box, aside from an educational aid book that Chen Yun was very familiar with, there was also a batch of sleeping pills whose origin he was aware of, yet not fully clear on.

Regarding the safety of these pills,

Chen Yun wasn't concerned, or rather, did not need to be.

His relationship with Bai Shi wasn't a matter of life or death, but after five or six years, they certainly counted as good friends.

While he always felt this guy had some strange past, likely not of the most savory sort, he was sure that at least now, this fellow had truly "washed his hands clean" of it.

Aside from teasing old men, passersby, and children every day, he just spent time aimlessly drinking, watching TV, and reading novels.

So on the evening of March 1st,

Chen Yun began his experiment with a sleep aid that seemed safe enough to use with peace of mind.

Sedative hypnotics can suppress gamma-aminobutyric acid neuronal terminals' postsynaptic membranes in the central nervous system to achieve the purpose of treating insomnia.

But...

Chen Yun confirmed after testing it.

Even the maximum dose for an adult was completely useless on him.

If he took any more, Chen Yun was not yet daring enough to try.

With respect to experiments related to drugs, Chen Yun naturally would not try to delve into them lightly.

He took the sleeping pills simply to roughly verify his own guess.

Apart from the sleeping pill experiment.

Chen Yun also changed the daily physical condition recording rules, updating them to once a day, with the multiple entries from February 29 combined into the second record.

After that, each record was completed and summarized before midnight of that day.

And in these summaries.

The changes in the physical data clearly showed an upward curve.

During the second record, his physical strength had just risen to about 1800 standard push-ups.

[Third record: 2024.3.1 (the 20th day of the first lunar month)]

[Maximum number of standard push-ups: 1850.]

[Fourth record: 2024.3.2 (the 21st day of the first lunar month)]

[Maximum number of standard push-ups: 1920]

Simply by looking at the data changes between these two records, one could see that his physical limits seemed to be consistently rising.

The magnitude wasn't great.

But the real and palpable feeling of advancement was intoxicating.

It was almost second only to the sensations of unleashing one's sense of smell to experience and remember the world each evening.

After all, progress shown by a progress bar was arguably the greatest temptation in the world.

If Chen Yun's self-control had not been sufficient,

he might've already been unable to resist continuously pushing his physical limits, trying to continually raise his own bar.

Luckily, considering the unknown source of energy, excessive rapid physical recovery might deplete him, so Chen Yun still managed to control himself.

No matter how much he wanted to progress.

He had to hold back.

He had to follow the short-term plan, executing it methodically and with order.

And during the two days of executing these plans.

Life seemed slightly monotonous.

But in reality, for Chen Yun, who was accustomed to being a homebody, such days spent exploring himself, recording changes, and exercising self-discipline were actually quite fulfilling.

Moreover, the short-term plan included ample time for entertainment and leisure after the morning run each day, enough to play several games or read a long-neglected novel.

Plus, the various tasks in the short-term plan did not have detailed time schedules, which meant he had the freedom to entertain himself occasionally while strictly following the plans.

For a young person of the new era.

That was enough.

He could even say that he was living quite happily.

These solitary yet fulfilling days continued until the morning of March 3rd when a phone call rippled through his routine.

It was a call from his editor.

"The Nine-Nine Days of winter have passed, and the weather is starting to get warmer, so where is the new book you promised to send me for internal review before the New Year?"

The editor's voice echoed in his ear.

March 3rd fell on the 23rd day of the first lunar month, which was also the end of the Nine-Nine Days.

Generally, "Three-Nine and Four-Nine" are the coldest times, the coldest time of the year. When nine sets of "Nine Days" have passed, the spring weather deepens, and all things burst with life.

Soon thereafter, farmers would begin to till the fields.

Chen Yun listened on the phone to Editor Meteor's friendly but murderous inquiry.

Suddenly, he remembered something:

He seemed... to be a web novel author?