Sleeping to Immortality: Getting Stronger One Nap at a Time!-Chapter 2 – Time flows endlessly, an inescapable Reincarnation

"Lame Li, there's a problem with your coffin, I want a refund!"
"Nonsense, no one has ever complained about the coffins I make."
A figure suddenly sat up from the coffin, scanning the surroundings with an angry gaze, seemingly looking for the person who dared to slander his craftsmanship.
However, when Lame Li saw the person at the door, he was so frightened that he lay back down in the coffin.
"It seems my time is really up. Why is that penniless Chen Changsheng here to see me?"
Hearing Lame Li's muttering, Chen Changsheng grinned and walked straight to the coffin.
Looking at Lame Li, who had his eyes tightly shut in the coffin, Chen Changsheng said, "Lame Li, you promised me back then that if there was a problem with the coffin, I could come to you for a refund.
Now, are you trying to renege on that promise?"
Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Lame Li reluctantly opened his eyes.
"No money, just my life. If there's anything here you fancy, just take it."
Faced with Lame Li's shameless attitude, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but laugh.
"Lame Li, aren't you afraid of me?
You were the one who helped bury the soil on my grave back then."
Upon hearing this, Lame Li glanced at Chen Changsheng and said, "I'm sixty this year, and the doctor said I have at most three years left.
I, Lame Li, have no children or old flames.
Do you think I care about living three years less or more? Besides, when you came to buy the coffin, I knew you'd be back."
"Why?"
"I've seen people buy coffins for themselves, but it's the first time I've seen someone do it so cheerfully."
Saying this, Lame Li sized up Chen Changsheng again and hesitated.
"Hey kid, interested in working for me? Room and board included, but no salary.
This trade is perfect for a loner like you.
And once you learn my craft, you're unlikely to starve in this life.
After all, there's a shortage of everything in this world, except for the dead."
Hearing Lame Li's words, Chen Changsheng was somewhat tempted.
Although he could indeed live a long time, he could still die if harmed.
And starving to death was one of the many causes of death.
Originally, he only planned to stay here for a short while, but now, having a long-term meal ticket seemed like a great choice!
"Lame Li, your offer is too stingy."
"At least give me some salary!"
In response to Chen Changsheng's complaint, Lame Li pulled out a Funeral Scripture from his pocket and tossed it over.
"With your lively appearance, you'll definitely outlive me. Once I'm dead, won't everything here be yours?
This small place, as you can see, has no other spot for you to sleep.
The coffin next to you will be your bed, just as you like sleeping in coffins."
With that, Lame Li prepared to return to his coffin to continue sleeping.
But Chen Changsheng grabbed him.
"Wait, aren't you going to teach me how to make coffins?"
"What's this book for?"
Faced with Chen Changsheng's confusion, Lame Li rolled his eyes and said, "As the saying goes, having more skills doesn't weigh you down. If you only sell coffins, who will take care of your business?
To be honest, I know the whole funeral process. There's a lot for you to learn!"
After saying this, Lame Li shook off Chen Changsheng's hand and lay back in his coffin.
Looking at the Funeral Scripture in his hand, Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, then laughed, "Well said, having more skills doesn't weigh you down."
With that, Chen Changsheng climbed into another coffin.
Honestly, once you're used to sleeping in a coffin, sleeping in a bed just doesn't feel right.
***
Seasons came and went, autumn harvests followed by winter stores, and eight years slipped by like a fleeting moment.
Chen Changsheng settled completely at Lame Li's Coffin Shop, spending his days reading and learning the craft of coffin-making.
Whenever there was a funeral feast, Chen Changsheng could enjoy a good meal.
However, in these peaceful times, he couldn't improve his meals often throughout the year.
As for those ten Attribute Points, Chen Changsheng put them all into Defense.
In theory, as long as he could endure for a little while longer, he could achieve an incredibly long lifespan.
Given this, Defense was naturally the attribute Chen Changsheng valued most.
It's worth mentioning that Lame Li didn't die in the third year; after Chen Changsheng arrived, he lived for five more years.
But eventually, he couldn't outlast Chen Changsheng, and one night after lying in his coffin, Lame Li never got up again.
***
"Brother Changsheng!"
The door of the Coffin Shop was pushed open by a young girl.
Chen Changsheng was startled awake by the noise and reluctantly sat up from the coffin, saying, "Niansheng, how many times have I told you? This is a Coffin Shop. What does it look like for a girl to keep coming here?"
Hearing this, Li Niansheng stuck out her tongue and said, "I don't care about that!
They can say whatever they want. Besides, with the plague rampant, who has the time to bother with me?
I'm going to make you some food, so come out of the coffin and stop sleeping in it all day."
With that, Li Niansheng skillfully headed to the kitchen in the back.
Watching her retreating figure, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh.
The plague had been rampant for a whole year, and at the start of it, Nian Ci's parents had passed away.
He had helped handle their funeral affairs.
The interval between periods of sleep must be no less than one-tenth of the total lifespan.
It had been eight years since he last awoke, so theoretically, he could go back to sleep.
But with Niansheng being all alone now, how could he bear to leave her alone in the world?
Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng shook his head and jumped out of the coffin.
"Forget it, sleeping sooner or later is the same. I'll wait until this little girl gets married."
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***
Soon, two steaming breakfasts were placed on the table.
Chen Changsheng and Li Niansheng quietly drank their porridge.
Suddenly, Li Niansheng looked up and said, "Brother Changsheng, are you an Immortal?"
"You silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about? If I were an Immortal, how could I have watched your mother die from the plague? She was a very good friend of mine."
Faced with Chen Changsheng's answer, Li Niansheng looked down at the bowl in her hands.
"Brother Changsheng, I'm fourteen now. I'm not a little girl anymore.
There are some things you can't fool me about."
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng patted Li Niansheng's head and smiled.
"You silly girl, what kind of nonsense are you spouting today?
It's not that I won't buy you candied hawthorn, but your teeth can't handle it anymore.
I'll take you to buy some another day..."
"Nian Ci was my mother's nickname."
Before Chen Changsheng could finish, Li Niansheng interrupted him, and her words made him put down the bowl in his hand.
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