Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1171 - 569:

Lin Fusheng reclined in his seat, staring intently at the blurring city views rushing past the glass.

A faraway look filled his eyes, as though he was journeying back through the years to those times filled with fervor and flames.

"Seventeen years back, your father, along with Ye Zhiran—who’s now the Professor—and I were part of a group known as ’Ideal Land.’

"In those days, we were youthful and brimming with vigor, convinced the world treated mutants unjustly. Why must we skulk like vermin? Why let normal folks control our destinies?"

"Thus, guided by the elder chief, we rallied fellow thinkers, brothers and sisters alike, envisioning the creation of the world’s first mutant-only nation."

"Within that dreamed utopia, mutants would escape government control, free from societal bias, thriving in harmony, masters of their own fates."

Fang Cheng remained silent, gripping the wheel firmly, offering no comments.

Lin Fusheng spoke in a subdued tone, heavy like the rumble of tires on road.

"Those times feel like a distant reverie today."

"Your father held the spot as the most junior, but his laid-back and lively spirit made him the freshest key figure, handling links between members."

"I came from the criminal underworld before, skilled in healing arts, tasked with mending the group and managing supplies."

"Regarding Ye Zhiran..."

Lin Fusheng halted, a mix of sweet and sour curving his mouth:

"He worked in intel, joining numerous schemes, talks, and served as a strong right-hand to the elder chief."

"Early on, the group expanded well, drawing mutants globally with varied powers."

"Our reach seeped into societal layers, infiltrating state cores, and even backing a minor nation on the Southern Continent as a safe haven."

"Yet as it grew larger, human ambitions twisted more intricately, spawning greater issues."

Lin Fusheng’s words grew sharp, cooling the car’s atmosphere noticeably.

"The core conflict brewed between the elder chief and his second-in-command."

"The elder chief stayed mild and cautious, broad-minded and forgiving, pushing for steady steps, building power, biding for the perfect moment."

"However, the deputy’s nature shifted abruptly for unknown reasons, turning bolder and harsher, obsessed with outcomes over methods."

"He clashed often with the elder chief, insisting sacrifices—even of our own—were vital for the vision."

"Soon after, he resorted to dirty tactics, allying with outsiders for aims, viewing allies’ lives as worthless."

Here, Lin Fusheng’s voice turned layered, laced with an indescribable lament.

"Your father, though typically upbeat, held deep justice at heart. He saw the deputy’s path as a total betrayal of our founding goals."

"Yet as a minor voice, his pleas fell on deaf ears multiple times. Finally, enduring schemes and slaughter no more, he confronted the deputy openly."

"As a result, the deputy scorned him as outdated and ousted him from his role, installing a loyal follower instead."

"This crushed your father’s spirit entirely, leading him to think of quitting."

"Back then, shielded by the elder chief, his exit happened without hitches."

"I recall going to see him soon after his departure."

Lin Fusheng’s eyes settled on Fang Cheng’s features, his stern look easing considerably:

"You were merely three or four then, starting to talk, likely holding no memory of me."

"The pair of us lounged in the yard under sunlight, baring souls, chatting over countless topics."

"With you in his arms, your father shared how he’d grown fond of this quiet existence, admitting his past views were too basic and innocent."

"He mentioned that simply enjoying a serene daily life was true bliss."

"Against those far-off fixations of old, he now cherished waking daily to loved ones nearby, witnessing his kid’s growth—a profound delight."

Fang Cheng’s gaze dimmed a touch, his grasp on the wheel clenching tighter without thought.

"Back then, I even mocked him for dulling so soon, but today I see his insight outshone ours all."

Lin Fusheng’s tone held yearning, prompting a heavy exhale:

"Merely two years post-departure, the group’s divide widened, splitting into opposing sides."

"The balanced side under the elder chief clashed with the extreme one orbiting the deputy. Outwardly calm, inwardly they opposed like oil and flame."

"Then the Guangwu Gate event erupted, unleashing the bottled tensions at last."

"Suddenly, ’Ideal Land’ transformed into a reviled villainous force, falsely accused of slaying blameless civilians."

"Meanwhile, the true betrayer behind the horror had schemed with key officials, wreaking havoc unchecked."

"For greed and gain, they sacrificed comrades as fall guys to the emerging regime, even surrendering a roster of key figures straight to the Special Search Team."

Lin Fusheng shut his eyes, fingers clutching the seat arm quivering faintly, as if shunning memories of that infernal period.

"Everything collapsed in a flash, like the heavens crashing down."

"The elder chief fell first, his location betrayed by the turncoat, facing a massive trap from the Special Search Team, ultimately overwhelmed and lost in the fray."