Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

March 2nd!

The weather was clear and sunny!

The sun was bright, the temperature pleasant.

Green Mountain, being one of the top three psychiatric hospitals, had complete facilities, including the largest lawn in all of Seaside City.

Letting the mental patients run on the grass was good for their condition.

Like wild horses without reins, they could roam freely.

A good idea.

But reality was cruel.

A pair of mental patients sat foolishly on a bench, their eyes blankly staring into the distance. It was unclear what they were looking at, but they had been in that position for several hours.

One mental patient looked up, having a staring contest with the sun. Whoever looked away first, lost.

Another mental patient stood with his hands on his hips, holding a slipper to his ear, walking with a swagger, roaring, "Give me more money! Throw in a few hundred billion for me! I've studied it, this '000285' stock is definitely going to skyrocket!"

There was also a group of mental patients squatting in a circle, looking up at the general standing before them, who was pointing at the mountains and rivers, saliva flying.

"Everyone, pull yourselves together! As long as we take this city, all the buns inside will be ours! Charge with me!"

"Kill!"

"Charge!"

The mental asylum was just so carefree. Even though every mental patient was here, they were still busy with their own things.

Some for their dreams.

Some for a matter of pride.

Some for scientific research.

In the distance, on a patch of grass.

Two figures lay on their stomachs, their butts in the air, watching intently.

"The ants are moving house."

"Yeah."

Leo and Walter had been lying here for almost an hour, just watching the ants move house. To others, it was a very boring thing, but to them, it was very interesting.

"Old Walter, what time is it?" Leo asked.

Walter rolled up his sleeve and looked at his million-dollar Rolex watch. "Ten-thirty."

"Oh, we got up at six, came here at six-thirty. It's been four hours. We'll be eating in half an hour. I'm going to cultivate for a while. Call me when it's time to eat." Leo wanted to cultivate his Qi Gong. He hadn't thought about it at first, but watching the ants move house suddenly reminded him.

"Alright," Walter said, engrossed. Then he looked up. "Do you want some acupuncture?"

Leo thought for a moment. "Okay. I feel like after your acupuncture, my heart beats really fast, and my body gets really warm. It's very comfortable."

Walter looked around. He wanted to avoid the orderlies. Those orderlies were always eyeing their things. He had seen many of his friends have their good things taken away by those orderlies the moment they brought them out.

Like Teacher Tony, who wanted to give them a haircut. The moment he took out his scissors, they were snatched away by those hateful people.

No matter how Teacher Tony rolled on the ground or cried his eyes out, they wouldn't give them back.

So evil.

Walter's Galactic Circuit Rotation Technique was very powerful. He held the silver needle and searched for a place to insert it. It wasn't a scientific insertion, but rather, he poked wherever he felt there was a problem.

Following his feelings was the right way.

"What do you feel?"

"Tingly."

"Then it's working. It'll be fine in a moment. I thought about it for a long time last night. I think the Galactic Circuit Rotation Technique can be further improved. Next time, I'll let you try my new results."

"Okay."

Soon, everything was done.

Walter continued to lie on the grass, his butt in the air, watching the ants move house.

Leo sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, still and silent.

Qi Gong Cultivation Method.

It was a gift someone had given him. It was in his mind. With a little thought, many images appeared, many little people moving. Although he didn't understand, it was as if he just knew.

The world fell silent.

Everything became very quiet.

A faint smile appeared on Leo's face.

His mind wasn't very good. He didn't have a deep understanding of cultivation.

If it were a normal person with a deep understanding of cultivation, they would know how magical this Qi Gong cultivation method was.

It was a cultivation method from another world, with an ancient history.

There were five prohibitions.

Prohibitions: falsehood, greed, impatience, boasting, and lust.

The 'heart' needed to merge with nature, to feel the energy particles scattered between heaven and earth, to absorb them into the body, to transform them into qi, and to strengthen one's own power.

Leo's mind was calm, as if in a trance. The energy particles scattered in the world, invisible to the naked eye, were drawn in, slowly pouring into his body.

The muscles hidden under his clothes vibrated slightly. Unknown things moved under his skin. The silver needles inserted into his body were pushed out by his muscles, shooting through his clothes and sticking into the ground with a whoosh.

An hour passed.

Walter looked up, then lowered his head to look at the ants moving house.

Two hours passed.

Walter looked up again, then lowered his head to look at the ants moving house.

Seaside City was a bustling place, the streets filled with traffic.

But the dark underground passages were a different scene.

The sewers were filthy and reeked.

Four figures sloshed through the dirty water, coming from the distance.

Three men and one woman.

They were all wearing ordinary sportswear. One held a wooden sword, another carried a longsword on his back, a third held a string of Buddhist beads, and the last, the only girl, had her hands empty, but small wooden bottles hung from her waist.

"It's so dirty here. Do all Abyssal entities have to be so messy? It stinks so much."

The girl had a loli figure, wearing a pink lolita dress. Two ponytails hung down her shoulders. She was cute and pure.

"Amitabha. We've tracked the Abyssal entity, the Funeral Dog, here. We shouldn't continue to chase it. We should go back and report the situation."

The young man with the Buddhist beads frowned, feeling that something was not right. He suggested leaving.

"You stinky bald monk, are you scared? It's just a dog. Didn't we just beat it up badly? What's there to be afraid of?" The lolita girl, despite her small stature, was very brave. She looked down at her lolita shoes, which were already soaked with dirty water, and said angrily, "My new shoes are ruined! That disgusting dog! It led us here. I'll make it pay."

The young man with the wooden sword said, "Ying is right. That Funeral Dog is only a level-two Abyssal entity. There are four of us, all level-two. What danger could there be?"

The young man from the Mount Mao sect looked at the lolita girl, Ying, with adoration.

Whatever Ying said, he would agree unconditionally. He was willing to protect the goddess before him. But the goddess's family was rich, while his was very ordinary, even poor.

They were not a good match.

He hoped that the goddess would see his good qualities and overlook their social differences, and have a good impression of him.

Just then.

A sound came from the dark sewer tunnel in the distance.

"The Funeral Dog is up ahead! Let's go after it!" Ying shouted.

The Mount Mao young man said, "Ying, let's hurry up and catch it before it runs away. As long as we kill the Funeral Dog, everyone will look at us with new eyes. Because we've killed an Abyssal entity as soon as we arrived in Seaside City. That's something others can't do."

Then, the Mount Mao young man and Ying ran off into the distance.

The Daoist young man and the Buddhist young man looked at each other. They had no choice but to follow.

Clatter! Clatter!

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

The dark tunnel swallowed the four figures.

Not long after.

"Aaaah!"