Cindy's black sedan left the campus area and entered the city's busy main road. Cindy sat behind the wheel with a smile she couldn't hide, while Kevin sat in the passenger seat with a flat expression, watching the city scenery moving quickly outside the window."My house isn't too far from here," Cindy said, glancing at Kevin from the corner of her eye. "About twenty minutes if the roads are clear."Kevin didn't answer. He gazed at the tall buildings lining the streets with an interest that still secretly burned in his eyes. Every building was an engineering marvel to him, proof of how far humans had advanced in the last hundred years.Cindy glanced again. The young man beside her was truly different from all the men she had ever known. Not a single one had ever been this cold toward her. Usually, any man would feel flattered to be in the same car as her, to talk to her, to be noticed by her. But Kevin treated her as if she was just a nuisance who happened to have a car.'Interesting,

Kevin began to work. His trained fingers inserted needle after needle at specific points on Halim's body. Each prick was done with perfect precision, not too deep and not too shallow, exactly at the needed point. From the tip of each needle, Kevin channeled his energy, energy he had accumulated and purified over thousands of years.Halim felt something he had never experienced from any previous treatment. Warmth flowing from each needle, entering his body, tracing pathways that had been blocked for years and opening them one by one. Like a river that had been dammed for years finally set free. The flow flooded his entire body, bringing life to every cell that had been nearly dead.Frans watched the process with eyes that grew wider by the minute. He could see the changes happening to his father directly. The color of Halim's face, which had been pale and grayish, slowly began to change. Little by little, a healthy reddish hue began appearing on his cheeks. His breathing, which had bee

"H-How do you know all that?" the woman whispered."I heard your breathing from the hallway," Kevin answered. "I live upstairs. I can cure your asthma."The woman swallowed. Her eyes searched for something in Kevin's face. Lies. Ill intent. Anything that showed this stranger couldn't be trusted. But all she found was honest calmness and clear eyes without a trace of cunning.And indeed, this woman was too exhausted to be suspicious. Years of suffering from chronic asthma that no medicine could ever cure had drained everything. Her energy. Her money. Her hope. Every night was a battle against the suffocating feeling that never fully went away. Every breath was a struggle. If there was even a sliver of hope that someone could help her, she was willing to take that risk."Please come in," the woman said, opening her door wider.Kevin stepped in. The room was small and simple, not much different from his room upstairs. But this room was far neater. Every item had its own place. There were

Martha felt her heart pounding fiercely as Kevin positioned himself above her, his hard cock pressing against her flat stomach.The cramped boarding room felt even hotter, the air thick with the scent of light sweat and uncontrollable desire.With trembling hands full of passion, Martha reached for Kevin’s firm hips, her fingers gripping the tense muscles there. She teased him with slow movements, guiding his hips closer, feeling the tip of his cock brush against her already wet and ready pussy lips. “Come inside, Kevin... feel how much I want you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with a mix of emotions—deep gratitude for her healing and the desire to become completely one with him.Kevin looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust, his hot and heavy breath brushing against Martha’s skin. He responded by lowering his head, pressing his lips to her neck in a wild, passionate kiss.His tongue licked the smooth skin there, leaving a wet trail that made Martha squirm. “Martha, you’re so b

The sun hadn't fully risen yet when Kevin was already in the backyard of his boarding house. He wore a simple t-shirt and long pants already somewhat dirtied by soil. Around him lay various types of seeds and plant roots he had just taken out of his storage ring.These plants looked like ordinary weeds to the untrained eye—some even looked like the kind of wild grass that grows on roadsides.But anyone who understood cultivation would have fainted on the spot seeing what was before Kevin right now.Every leaf, every root, every small flower here was a priceless treasure. These plants were rare species nearly extinct in the modern world. Some of them might even be completely extinct and only survive in Kevin's possession because he had been cultivating them for thousands of years, long before he lived in his cave. For a cultivator who needed them, one small pot of these plants could be sold for hundreds of millions of rupiah. Some of the rarest types could even be valued at billions.B