Miracle Doctor Tom approached Yvonne Hood, his face etched with a profound weariness that went beyond physical fatigue. "Ms. Hood," he said softly, "since your daughter has been saved by young Dr. Yates, this old man will take his leave.""Miracle Doctor Tom," Yvonne replied, maintaining the respect due to his station. "If it weren't for you, Joy wouldn't have survived the night. I truly don't know how to thank you.""There is no need for thanks. Given the relationship between your father and me, it was my duty." The old doctor shook his head, a wry smile touching his lips. "From today on, the title of 'Miracle Doctor' belongs to someone else."He turned and walked toward Frank Yates."Young friend," Tom Turner said, his voice sincere. "In all my years of practicing medicine, I have never truly admired another's skill. You are the first. I wonder if, in the future, I might ask you for some guidance?"Frank bowed slightly, respectful of the elder. "Miracle Do

Uriah York froze for a split second, his brain struggling to process the sheer audacity of the demand. It was as if a beggar had ordered a king to shine his shoes. The shock quickly dissolved into a fit of incredulous laughter.He pointed a shaking finger at Frank Yates’s nose, turning to his entourage with a look of exaggerated disbelief. "Did you hear that? Did you hear what this trash just said?""He said he wants you to kneel and apologize, Young Master York," one of his cronies chimed in, playing the role of the sycophant perfectly, his voice dripping with mockery.Uriah scanned the room, his gaze sweeping over the diners who were watching the spectacle with bated breath. He spread his arms wide, soaking in the attention. "Do you guys think that's possible? Me? Kneeling to him?""Impossible!" his group of fox-friends and dog-companions shouted in unison, their laughter echoing off the high ceiling of the restaurant.Uriah turned back to Frank, his

Frank Yates turned to look at Vivi Lynch, tilting his chin up with a smug, self-satisfied grin. The corner of his mouth twitched with amusement."So, Advisor Lynch," he drawled, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. "Are you impressed yet? Or do I need to perform another miracle to get a little respect around here?"Vivi Lynch crossed her arms over her chest, her sharp eyes narrowing. She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, but the facts were undeniable. "Hmph. A sixty percent Win Rate on Blind Betting stones... you really are a freak of nature."She bit her lip, studying him. Despite her sharp tongue, deep down, she was genuinely shook. In the high-stakes world of Stone Gambling, a success rate of even thirty percent was considered master-class. Sixty percent was unheard of. It was statistical anomaly bordering on witchcraft."Wait a minute," Vivi suddenly exclaimed, her eyes widening as a thought struck her. She stepped closer, invading his personal sp

Frank Yates tested his newfound abilities a few more times, concentrating hard. He discovered that his range for Spirit Control was currently limited to objects within a three-meter radius.Still, this was enough to fill him with a sense of wild, childish delight. He had only ever seen such telekinetic feats in movies or read about them in fantasy novels. He had assumed they were the fabrications of overactive imaginations, impossible in reality. Yet, here he was, moving objects with his mind. The line between fiction and his reality had fundamentally blurred.He reached into his pocket to check the time on his phone, only to find the screen black. It had run out of battery and shut down automatically.As the adrenaline of the breakthrough faded, a ravenous hunger clawed at his stomach. It felt like his stomach was trying to digest his spine. He had no idea how long he had been in the meditative trance within the vault.Leaving the secure warehouse, Frank took th

As the nine needles settled into place, a grimace of pain twisted Barry Lacy’s face. His eyes remained tightly shut, his breathing shallow.Frank Yates focused. He summoned the Spirit Power from his core, channeling it down his right arm. He extended a finger and flicked the tail of the needle embedded in Barry Lacy’s navel.Thrummm...The silver needle emitted a low, resonant hum. Instantly, a chain reaction occurred. The vibration traveled along the invisible meridian line Frank had created. One by one, the other eight needles began to quiver in unison, matching the frequency perfectly."That's the Needle Resonance Technique!" Tom Turner gasped internally, his heart skipping a beat.He knew this technique. He had spent decades mastering it. But even at his peak, he could only resonate three needles simultaneously.To resonate nine? That required a level of internal energy control that bordered on the superhuman.The resonance sent wav