Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 1216 - 591

In the dead of night, the Jinshui Fish Market had long since receded from its clamor, with silence reigning all around.

Within the clinic’s basement ward, it was further engulfed in boundless darkness.

The exhaust fan in the corner, coated with grease, emitted a labored and muffled buzzing sound.

Shanks leaned against the hospital bed, his eyes glazed, his expression vacant.

His mind was filled with various thoughts about the "Illuminati".

Back when he first heard the chairman mention this name on the top floor of the Silver Wing Building, he hadn’t taken it seriously at all.

He thought it was some obscure little group trying to take advantage of the situation, unwisely provoking the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, which had an S-Class expert among their ranks.

But that man had only needed two punches to smash the mountain-like Big Bear and heavily wounded their leader, the Masked Guest.

Such wild and unrestrained momentum and overwhelming Strength instantly subdued the entire scene, completely intimidating him.

Back then, Shanks promptly chose to retreat, shrinking into the shadows of the corner, pretending to be dead to get through it.

Bearing the blood debt of hundreds of his family members, how could he possibly risk his life for a mercenary group like Bloodthorn that was just out for money?

However, the extensive bombardment that followed for several minutes allowed him to witness first-hand what the limits of human Strength were.

The chairman actually used his mortal body to directly confront and smash the military’s armed helicopter with his bare hands, a symbol of modern technology.

At the same time, he was hit by a machine gun, severely injuring his chest and abdomen, making him think he was destined to fall into Hell, ending this bleak life.

Yet, filled with unwillingness and resentment, he used his last breath to crawl to the man’s feet, reaching out for help.

At that moment, the chairman’s eyes drooped, like a God looking down upon the human world.

His life or death was in the other’s hands, and he didn’t even have the right to beg for mercy.

Fortunately, this Killing God finally nodded, throwing out a lifeline to him, a man about to drown.

Subsequently, the surgery was successful, preserving the life he had been clinging onto for over a decade.

Yet, Shanks woke up still anxious and uneasy.

He was worried that after handing over his bank password, he’d be immediately silenced, or drained of his last bit of value and then discarded like trash.

He never imagined that tonight his life would take a turn.

Everything came so suddenly, he was still somewhat unprepared, his mind was still in chaos.

It was like walking to the end of a dead-end road, and suddenly, a long bridge to the heavens appeared at the cliff in front of him.

Overjoyed, yet his heart swelled with emotions, a mix of feelings.

Shanks couldn’t help but compare the chairman with the grey-clothed man who was like a Demon God.

One seemed like the sun in the sky, acting wildly and tyrannically, yet capable of releasing light and heat to illuminate those in darkness.

The other appeared compassionate, but was in truth cold and merciless, bringing only death and misfortune to others.

Shanks suddenly remembered a saying his grandfather often repeated before his death:

"Fate is like a capricious dealer, you never know if your next chip will be pushed to the demon or thrown to the savior."

Wandering in the underground world for so many years, he had now found a true home, following such a powerful and reliable leader.

For him, this was unquestionably a gracious gift won by a high-stakes gamble.

"Thank the Lord for not abandoning me, a fallen sinner..."

Shanks habitually raised his right hand, thumb pointing to his forehead, preparing to make the sign of the cross.

But just halfway through the motion, his arm stiffened in mid-air.

He seemed to freeze, then let out a self-mocking chuckle.

There is no such thing as a vague, all-saving Lord in this world.

He slowly lowered his arm, lifted his face, and gazed at the yellowing incandescent lamp overhead.

"This forlorn life of mine was generously granted by the chairman."

"Therefore, from now on, I have but one Lord, and that is you, Chairman."

With these heartfelt words spoken, somewhere deep within, an echo seemed to reverberate.

Shanks faintly felt his soul linking intensely with someone far away.

This bond was profound and solid, strong enough to resist the enormous shadow lurking in the depths of his consciousness, also revitalizing his Spirit.

Shanks slowly closed his eyes, Concentrating in meditation.

He seemed to see a blazing and brilliant sun.

Endless rays of light continuously radiated outwards, weaving into a vast golden net.

And he was situated in the midst of this dazzling mesh, transformed into an illuminated Star, shining alongside the Great Sun.

Meanwhile, a warm flow followed the invisible golden lines, slowly coursing towards him.

"What is this?"

Shanks suddenly opened his eyes, bright and piercing.

This warm flow was very subtle, with a slow pace.

If not for his years of teetering on the brink of life and death, with an exceptionally keen sense, he wouldn’t have noticed it at all.

But its advantage was its ceaselessness, like a trickling stream, improving his condition from the inside out.

It was like the medicine drip over his head, infusing into every part of his body, nourishing his scar-riddled physique.

It also dispelled the hidden gloom in his heart, soothing his weary Spirit.

Shanks could clearly feel the wounds in his chest and abdomen warming slightly, with significantly quicker healing rates.

Moreover, this warmth even alleviated the nightmarish after-effects of his soul being torn apart.

Bear in mind, this affliction was the result of overusing his bloodline power, leading to persistent headaches!

"Could it be a miracle bestowed by the chairman?"