Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 224: Chapter 184 Skill Effect "Air Walking

In the wee hours past two, the sound of police sirens intermittently pierced the night.

Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing half the room in a serene chill, adding to the restlessness of the night.

Fang Cheng lay on his side on the sofa, struggling to find sleep.

His mind was consumed with the various secrets he had heard in the chat room.

One thing was now certain.

The unusual spiritual attack he encountered during his meditation.

Since it was not the act of the Smiling Demon, then it must have come from that mysterious person, the so-called Ghoul leader.

The reason why He Yao became the terrifying Ghoul could very well be a result of the Black Rain infection, causing some kind of mutation.

In this world, every monster is formed by different factors, but all have a special origin.

Even in the Primitive Tribe era thousands of years ago, various myths about deities and demons were born.

Some lucky humans unexpectedly obtained mystical Strength, gaining the power to dominate and decide the fate of their fellow tribespeople.

Some lost their nature to the Strength, degenerating into malevolent creatures that prey on humans.

Others relied on their formidable Strength, slaying demons and averting disasters, becoming the half-god, half-human heroes of legend.

Ultimately, these heroes, bound by their own bloodlines, formed clans and established City States across the land, leading humanity out of savagery and towards civilization.

The abilities they possessed were passed down to their direct descendants through genetic inheritance.

However, as time elapsed, the tribes expanded and multiplied.

The bloodlines of descendants gradually diluted and their connection with the ancestral blood source became ever more distant, approaching nonexistence.

Correspondingly, humans with Extraordinary Abilities also started to become rare and uncommon, one in ten thousand.

This very notion is reflected in the myths of various countries.

Like the separation of gods and humans.

Or the degeneration theories of Golden humans, Silver humans, Bronze humans, and Iron humans.

Nonetheless.

Even so, under special triggers or specific conditions, ordinary people still have a chance to exhibit atavistic phenomena, reactivating the hidden abilities in their genetic bloodlines.

This process is called "Awakening."

Regardless of whether they are the scions of noble families or different types of monsters, they are essentially the same, just differing in the extent of their Awakening.

They all occupy the top of the food chain and are carnivores who can manipulate the destiny of ordinary people.

It’s just that the scions of noble families have relatively more stable strength and less latent danger, appearing not much different from ordinary people on the outside.

Monsters, on the other hand, are more frenzied in spirit and may even undergo physical mutations, thus being ostracized from mainstream human society and forced to hide in dark corners, living as monsters.

Speaking of which, the ancestors of every modern individual can be traced back to the period of clans.

Everyone has the potential to "Awaken," it’s just a matter of probability.

Of course, these noble families are not immutable from ancient times to present; they also decline due to the weakening of bloodlines, causing their descendants to regress to ordinary people.

In the explanation of the Smiling Demon, both he and Fang Cheng’s bloodlines originated from a once-declining noble family.

Although they have awakened their abilities, they lack the protection of their families and are just like those monsters, ultimately leading themselves to a path of self-destruction.

At this thought, Fang Cheng suddenly has an idea.

Lin Chuqiao and Pan Wendi must be from one such mysterious noble family.

He wonders how they view him, what kind of fearsome monster he appears to be in their eyes?

As Fang Cheng tosses and turns, a faint sound suddenly arises.

Squeak.

The door of the inner bedroom is gently pushed open.

Afterwards, a slender and graceful figure quietly walks out.

Holding a blanket in her hands, she moves softly, as if afraid to disturb the man sleeping on the sofa. _{𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮}

The pale moonlight casts upon her delicate, fair face, resembling a tender lily.

It is Zhou Xiumei, who also cannot sleep.

She gazes at the unmoving Fang Cheng, first bending down to tuck in the disheveled corner of the blanket.

Then she carefully lays the blanket she’s holding over the top.

After doing all this, Zhou Xiumei does not leave but instead quietly squats in front of the sofa.

The moonlight is soft, and a cool breeze gently stirs the curtains.

Neon lights flicker intermittently, creating an indescribably serene atmosphere throughout the room.

Fang Cheng’s eyes are tightly shut, his breathing relaxed and deep, lying very peacefully on the sofa.

Zhou Xiumei rests her chin in her hands, her eyes blinking in fascination as she watches the man deep in sleep.

Now and then, her brows furrow in concern; then her lips curve into a smile of joy.

Her heart flutters, and she can’t help but reach out her delicate fingers to gently and tenderly caress that handsome face.

The high bridge of his nose, thin lips, and thick brows rebelliously arch upwards, soaring into his temples like a pair of swords.

His face is sculpted with clear features, sharp and angular contours simply too perfect to fault.

The spirited eyes, now veiled by eyelids, seem less arrogantly sharp but more like gentle jade, making him more approachable.

In the presence of such a tranquil scene from years past, Zhou Xiumei’s eyes become slightly hazy.

Suddenly, she sees the man’s eyelashes twitch slightly, as if he is about to wake up.

Her fingers tremble; frightened, she immediately stands up and hurries back to the bedroom.

Thump, thump, thump.

This time, the sound of her footsteps is much louder.

Zhou Xiumei carefully closes the bedroom door again, as silently as she can.