[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups":3,"chapter-starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-209":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},231234,282,"Chapter 209 - 177 Again Contact","starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-209",209,"\u003Cp>Late at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bedroom was pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red neon light from a distance streamed in through the window, casting an unpredictable glow on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng sat in front of his desk, looking at two postcards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The patterns printed on the front were different; one was of scenic landmarks, and the other depicted a cartoon character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Presumably, they were purchased on a whim from a store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning them over, one could see two lines of nearly identical, strange characters written on the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, no sender’s name or address was filled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, these two postcards came from the same person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered as he scanned the messages addressed to the recipient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope to have the honor of hearing your voice...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you afraid of me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sentences conveyed completely different meanings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former held the tentativeness and caution of a first-time encounter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The latter seemed to carry a hint of annoyance and disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just beneath the words \"Are you afraid of me,\" a cartoon smiley face was starkly drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the drawing appeared childish, Fang Cheng felt a sense of déjà vu emanating from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The upturned corners of the smile subtly overlapped with a face buried deep in his memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scene flashed instantly through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain poured heavily, lightning sliced the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The victim’s harrowing scream, a figure running madly through the pouring rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A face covered by the hood of a raincoat, when lifted, revealed a pair of eerily glowing eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two gazes intertwined and touched in the rainy night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face also had its corners twisted upward in a smile, a silent greeting to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng exhaled, his brows slightly knitted, and he murmured in a low voice,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could it be that murderer who created the hotel massacre?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Contemplating, his fingertips unconsciously twirled the fountain pen on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That someone who sent the postcards seemed very eager to establish a connection, to engage in some form of communication with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng, too, was quite curious about the other party’s intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, he had little involvement in the realm of the spirit, essentially an outsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For safety’s sake, he chose not to open that door and connect with the individual sending the postcards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those circumstances, it was a wise decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the situation was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng couldn’t help but speculate in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the sender’s repeated invitations contain some kind of warning or threat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would happen if he chose to refuse again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All this, Fang Cheng could not be certain of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the other party hid in the shadows, while he was relatively exposed in the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, Fang Cheng immediately put down the fountain pen in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze became introspective, watching the \"flame\" burning within his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he himself had also changed drastically from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had successfully mastered meditation skills, advancing to an expert level and manifesting the miraculous Spiritual Fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coupled with the breakthrough of his Spirit Attribute reaching beyond the 40-point mark, he should not be much inferior to those with spiritual powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s give it a try then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After weighing his options carefully, Fang Cheng’s gaze fell upon the string of bizarre characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyelids drooping slightly, swiftly entering Meditation State.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once in meditation, his lips moved slightly, fluently reciting an extremely awkward Spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Om, ah, mi, ma, wa, she, mo...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Spell was chanted, each character and sound resonating clearly in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenery around seemed to fast forward, rapidly retreating backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, countless noises rushed towards him like waves in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustling sounds and an exceedingly chaotic chatter filled his hearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a radio changing frequencies, it soon returned to normal, as the tide quickly receded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng remained calm and composed, suddenly observing his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His small bedroom had been completely engulfed by darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that could be seen in his field of vision were tiny points of light twinkling like stars, and the boundless, all-enveloping black fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast, silent, ethereal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if standing at the edge of the world, taking one more step forward would mean plummeting into an even deeper, darker Abyss full of countless malevolent beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with a high Spirit Attribute of 43 points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision could not fully penetrate the slowly flowing, extremely thick black fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first time he ventured here, Fang Cheng felt an indescribable shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after systematically learning Meditation and practicing it, upon re-entering this place, he had gained some insights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the world of the subconscious were to be divided into layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This special Spirit Space would be located at the junction point between the subconscious and consciousness, as a transitional layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a level that many average people could accidentally reach during vivid dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as one’s Spirit Attribute was sufficient, there was no need for meditation, and with certain mediating mediums, one could easily enter and exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medium he now controlled was this string of characters on the postcard, akin to an audio password.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, Fang Cheng gathered his focus and locked onto a target that was faintly visible not far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, his figure appeared before a slightly weak point of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking up at the grand carved door that presented itself, Fang Cheng whispered the \"audio password.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, if one were to observe from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the door opened slowly, two similarly sized points of light drifted closer and finally converged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>..................\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>West Gate Suburb, inside a church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights were out, darkness and silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in the night, in front of the pulpit in the nave, there was still a man kneeling in prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was dressed in a black tracksuit and a baseball cap, his palms tightly clasped, head bowed and whispering, displaying an extraordinary devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dim moonlight flowed in like water through the stained-glass windows, faintly illuminating the pointed arches of the ceiling and the solemn walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Religious murals depicted apocalyptic scenes of demons and apostles in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The god on the crucifix lowered his gaze and closed his eyes, silently watching his kneeling worshipper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath this dignified and sacred space, there was a scene that resembled the horror of Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than a dozen corpses laid scattered in pools of blood, their faces twisted, limbs severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stench of blood emitted, filling the church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The praying man suddenly lifted his head, looking straight at the god hung on the cross, questioning:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haven’t I always prayed to you not to let me become a monster?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now look, you see, since you can’t even save your own worshippers, how are you qualified to be called a god!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlight highlighted his blood-stained face and subtly upturned lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will continue to go on, to judge your immoral worshippers, until you are willing to have mercy and to give me at least a bit of response...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man seemed insane, murmuring to the statue of the deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his smile froze, his gaze piercingly bright, like a wild beast unexpectedly catching sight of its prey.\u003C\u002Fp>",1210,"2026-05-29T15:13:17.898Z","2026-06-01T04:29:34.702Z",1,"novelbin.me","cbfcefe27e8eb28aecb2dace0b4159fdc3b1a19ce0af5dff53c97b0da5d29d6d","starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-210","starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-208",1278,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-cover.jpg"]