Syl - Chapter 337: Eight or Ten

In his previous life, Zhang Beixing died young due to health reasons, but he was reborn back in his college days.Looking at this young, healthy but frail body, he decides to start working out rigorously from today onwards, to become strong and healthy.【Question: I want to enhance my constitution and keep getting stronger, what should I do?】Zhang Beixing seeks help online, and by sheer coincidence, the Persuasion System appeared. As long as he listens to advice and implements others' suggestions, he could acquire Ability Points and get stronger indefinitely.“Run too slow? Run with weights! Carry a load of fifty pounds, and run a crazed ten kilometers every day, you'll be as light as a feather.”“Lack of jumping strength? That's because you haven't done the Left Foot Stepping on Right Foot. Workout like this and you can reach the sky...”

“I wish to transcend even you, God. To reach a place even you couldn't reach!”“So let me take your place.”Growing up in poverty, Vergil never expected his life to amount to anything.After his organs are harvested and his life ends in silence, he is offered an impossible second chance by a deity known as Weaver.Granted a powerful Authority and reborn into a world where strength rules, Vergil knows only one thing: move forward with strength.What Weaver does not tell him is that his Authority carries a side effect. One that will shape not only his fate, but the heavens themselves.“Wait for me everyone. I'll devour everything and meet you there.”Warning: This novel contains excessive violence, torture and suicide.Extra tags #Conquer #Gods #InfinitePotential

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️This story is targeted towards young adults and it contains Mature Content such as:- Vulgar Language- Graphic Depictions of Violence and Gore- Graphic Depictions of Sex and Nudity- Potentially Offensive Religious ThemesYou must be at least 18 years or older in order to read this story, and by reading it, you do so at your own risk. Reader's discretion is advised.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”