Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1137 - 555

"Xiao Family? The military?"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

The hand that had already been raised halfway remained suspended above the Masked Guest’s head.

"The secret you’re talking about better be able to save your life."

Fang Cheng said calmly, looking down coldly at the defeated soldier beneath him.

The Masked Guest swallowed, the movement of his Adam’s apple tugging at his wounds, causing him to tremble with pain.

Feeling the suffocating sense of oppression above his head, as if it could crush him at any moment.

Not daring to be careless, he quickly responded:

"The secret I mentioned is a Super Ancient Civilization Ruins! I know the exact entrance location and how to enter it!"

Having said that, he stared intently into Fang Cheng’s eyes, trying to discern even a hint of shock or greed.

However, Fang Cheng’s gaze was like a bottomless cold pool,

showing no ripples, as if he had never heard the term before.

"Super Ancient Civilization Ruins?"

Fang Cheng murmured, his tone slightly puzzled.

The Masked Guest was stunned upon seeing this.

This monster with such overwhelming S-Class physical strength didn’t know about the ruins’ existence?

Then where did he acquire such astonishing skills from?

But the Masked Guest didn’t dare to ask, only bracing himself to explain, afraid that the other would crush his head out of impatience.

"Simply put... a relic of an old world that existed in ancient times and has survived to this day."

The Masked Guest lay on the ground, carefully observing Fang Cheng’s expression while racking his brain to organize his words:

"Such things are recorded in many ancient texts: the Taoist’s Cave Heaven Blessed Land, the Buddhist’s small world, and the World Tree in Western mythology... all actually speak of the same thing."

"It’s normal that you’re not aware; ’Super Ancient Civilization Ruins’ is actually what official researchers call it."

"In our mutant circles, there’s another more widely used term, known as the Otherworld."

As they spoke, a rustling sound of footsteps arose around them.

The Illuminati members originally scattered around were intrigued by the "secret" mentioned by the Masked Guest and began to gather closer.

Fatty Hu, holding his fractured arm, grimaced in pain but didn’t utter a sound.

Old Chen, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked somewhat amused.

Fei Ying twirled a Butterfly Knife at his fingertips, the cold gleam spinning around his fingers.

The three formed a triangle around him, invisibly blocking all of the Masked Guest’s escape routes.

Eagle Eye crouched at a vantage point on the Roof Terrace, the black muzzle of his sniper rifle aimed at Bloodthorn’s last remaining member, Fire Dragon, preventing him from trying to sneak away.

With several pairs of eyes full of killing intent staring at him, the Masked Guest swallowed hard again, steeling himself to continue: 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"These spaces, in short, are like magnified versions of noble families’ Inheritance Secret Realm, but billions of times larger, as they are genuine worlds."

"They originally existed around our living world, interconnected by special passages, with independent natural laws and ecosystems."

"Millions of years ago, a cataclysmic disaster occurred, all those worlds were destroyed, and the passages were completely severed, leaving only fragmented mentions scattered in myths and legends of various countries."

Fatty Hu, listening with confusion, couldn’t help scratching his bald head, interjecting:

"Why bother with this nonsense? If everything’s destroyed, what’s it got to do with us now? Sounds like some quack telling tales!"

"Of course it matters!"

The Masked Guest hurriedly shouted, fearing his words wouldn’t interest them and that his life could end anytime:

"For decades, people have been saying Spiritual Energy is reviving and that mutants with awakened abilities are increasing. Do you know why?"

He first asked rhetorically before revealing a shocking truth:

"It’s because the doors to the ruins are loosening; those severed passages are reconnecting!"

"The so-called Spiritual Energy is not some gift from the heavens and earth; it’s actually pollutants from those worlds, a high concentration of radioactive energy to ordinary people."

"These pollutants continuously seep through the cracks in the ruins, eroding our genes, forcibly inducing mutations—those who can’t withstand it die, those who do become mutants like us."

Upon hearing the word "pollution," Old Chen’s eyelid twitched.

He instinctively touched his abnormal ears, a thoughtful chill flashing in his eyes.

"In fact, governments worldwide have long discovered these ruins. They traced the clues, found entrance locations worldwide, and established high-level military zones, sending in suicide squads to explore."

The Masked Guest took a breath, after a bit of Breathing Control, continued to cast his bait:

"Just a little thing from inside could be a priceless Treasure."

"Whether it’s black technology far surpassing modern civilization or Cultivation resources that can transform a person, various rare treasures are unattainable in our world."

"For example, this Joker Mask on my face is a curious item stripped from an ancient corpse’s face, capable of resisting fatal damage."

He pointed to the bizarre mask he wore to prove his words.

Fang Cheng lowered his hand and crossed his arms, seemingly casually asking:

"With so many resources and treasures available, why are they called civilization ruins? What about the people in there?"

"Because... they are long dead."

A flash of fear crossed the Masked Guest’s eyes, as if recalling some nightmare: