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

"Xiao Family? The military?"

An eyebrow arched on Fang Cheng's face, catching him off guard a little.

His arm, lifted midway through its motion, hung motionless over the Masked Guest's scalp.

"That secret you're mentioning had better keep you breathing."

Fang Cheng spoke in a steady voice, gazing down with icy detachment at the fallen warrior under his control.

The Masked Guest gulped down saliva, his throat's bob pulling at the injuries and sending shivers of agony through his body.

He sensed the heavy pressure looming overhead, ready to smash down without warning.

Refusing to take chances, he blurted out his reply in haste:

"The secret I referred to is a Super Ancient Civilization Ruins! I have the precise spot for the entry and the method to get inside!"

After spilling that, he fixed his gaze on Fang Cheng's eyes, searching for any sign of astonishment or desire.

Yet Fang Cheng's stare resembled an endless icy abyss,

utterly calm and unmoved, like the phrase meant nothing to him ever.

"Super Ancient Civilization Ruins?"

Fang Cheng whispered to himself, his voice carrying a touch of bewilderment.

Seeing this, the Masked Guest froze in place.

This beast boasting top-tier S-Class bodily power had no clue about these ruins?

So how exactly had he gained such incredible powers?

Though questions burned in his mind, the Masked Guest held back from voicing them, forcing himself to elaborate while dreading an impatient end to his skull.

"To put it plainly... it's a remnant from a bygone era's world, enduring right up to our time."

Flat on the floor, the Masked Guest watched Fang Cheng's face closely, scrambling mentally to shape his explanation:

"Ancient writings across cultures mention them: the Taoist’s Cave Heaven Blessed Land, the Buddhist’s small world, or the World Tree from Western myths... they're all describing the identical concept."

"No surprise if you don't know; 'Super Ancient Civilization Ruins' is the label experts in authority use."

"Among us mutants, we call it the Otherworld more often—it's the common name."

While he talked, soft scuffling of feet echoed nearby.

Illuminati fighters who'd been spread out got drawn in by the Masked Guest's "secret" and started closing ranks.

Clutching his broken limb, Fatty Hu winced sharply yet stayed silent through the hurt.

Old Chen had a cigarette unlit between his lips, wearing an expression of mild entertainment.

Fei Ying flipped his Butterfly Knife deftly between digits, its sharp shine dancing across his hand.

Encircling him in a triangular formation, the trio subtly sealed off every possible way out for the Masked Guest.

From his perch high up on the Roof Terrace, Eagle Eye knelt low, his rifle's dark barrel trained on Fire Dragon, the sole survivor of Bloodthorn, to stop any sly retreat.

Facing multiple glares loaded with murderous vibes, the Masked Guest swallowed once more, mustering courage to press on:

"Basically, these realms resemble the expanded forms of elite clans’ Inheritance Secret Realm, except they're vastly huger—trillions of times, since they're true entire worlds."

"Back in the beginning, they orbited our own reality, linked via unique gateways, each with their own rules of nature and living habitats."

"A massive calamity struck eons back, wiping out all those realms and breaking the connections for good, with just broken hints lingering in global folklore and tales."

Perplexed as he heard it all, Fatty Hu scratched at his shiny pate and cut in:

"What's the point of all this drivel? If it's all gone to ruin, how does it touch our lives today? Feels like a fraud spinning yarns!"

"It absolutely does concern us!"

The Masked Guest yelled out fast, worried his story might bore them and spell his doom on the spot:

"Over the last few decades, folks keep claiming Spiritual Energy's coming back and more mutants with powers are popping up. You know the reason?"

He posed the question to hook them before dropping the bombshell:

"Those ruin gates are starting to give way; the old links are mending themselves!"

"What we label Spiritual Energy isn't a boon from nature; it's waste spilling from those realms—super potent radiation that harms normals."

"This waste leaks steadily via the gaps in the ruins, twisting our DNA and sparking forced changes— the weak perish, the resilient turn into mutants like what we are."

The term "pollution" made Old Chen's lid flicker.

He reached for his odd ears on reflex, a cold insight gleaming briefly in his stare.

"Truth is, world governments spotted these ruins ages ago. Following leads, they pinpointed access points everywhere and set up elite guard areas, dispatching doomed teams for scouting."

Pausing to catch his wind, the Masked Guest regulated his breaths briefly before dangling more allure:

"A single find from within might count as an invaluable Treasure."

"Be it tech way beyond today's level or Cultivation resources that reshape a life, all sorts of scarce wonders beyond our reach exist there."

"Take this Joker Mask covering my features—it's a weird artifact peeled off some old mummy's visage, one that blocks deadly blows."

Gesturing at the strange covering on his face, he aimed to back up his claim.

Fang Cheng dropped his arm and folded them across his chest, inquiring offhandedly:

"Given all those riches and artifacts, why label them civilization ruins? And what of the inhabitants?"

"Because... they're gone for ages."

Terror flickered in the Masked Guest's gaze, like he was dredging up a horrific vision: