CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 92 THE WORLD HAS GODS

EDITOR: DRAGON BOAT TRANSLATION

There should still be a week before school starts, so Ren Suo moved back into the house his uncle had rented to him for the time being.

When Ren Suo called his uncle to explain the situation and asked him to rent the place out, his mother called within minutes.

"You’ve been allocated a house by your work!? Are you going to be teaching staff?" his mother asked in a surprised voice. "You didn’t take a bribe, did you? How could such good fortune come your way?"

"...It’s not an allocation of a house, just a move to a single dormitory," Ren Suo, exasperated, explained to his mother. "That place might even be worse than Uncle’s house."

"Hey, the house you rent from your uncle couldn’t possibly compare to one allocated to you by the government; that’s a reward for your own merit. Heh, being a civil servant and getting a house, you’d be considered a Diamond Bachelor..."

"Stop, stop, stop... By the way, have you practiced that breathing technique I taught you? Can you feel anything?"

"No," his mother said. "By the way, son, is that truly... the breathing technique used for ’cultivation’?"

"Ah, you didn’t believe in it before, did you?" Ren Suo was surprised. He had previously passed it off as ’the government’s latest anti-aging innovation’ to fool his mother, thinking she’d definitely assume he had water on the brain if he mentioned cultivation outright.

"Well, our neighbor’s son received some sort of admission notice a few days ago, and the town government even sent someone over to explain the situation to their family, tsk tsk, it’s really bringing glory to their ancestors! Aunt Huang has been bragging everywhere that her son is going to become a socialist immortal under the guidance of the government, and the way she struts about..."

His mother said enviously, "But son, you must be an immortal too, right? No wonder the state allocated you a house; immortals are just prestigious."

"How come you talk about immortals as if they’re worth just a house..." Ren Suo was too weary to retort. "By the way, do you and Dad have any health issues? Like aches, pains, or typical ailments that come with age?..."

"Your dad and I go for walks after dinner, play badminton with the neighbors on weekends, get up at seven, sleep at eleven. We sleep well and eat heartily. You should be more concerned about your own health. Are you eating your vegetables out there?"

Listening to his mother, Ren Suo felt relieved. Although my Touch of Healing can only cure minor illnesses and pains, it should be remarkably effective against arthritis and rheumatism. But it seems Mom and Dad are in better health than me, so naturally, there’s no need for it right now.

Ren Suo quickly cut short his mother’s rambling, "Yes, yes... It’s still Golden Week. Is Fei Fei at home? Can you put her on the phone?"

Fei Fei was Ren Suo’s younger sister, a senior at Hengshan High School, the best in town. Although it wasn’t far from home, the school required all students to board, enforced a military-like schedule, and didn’t allow cell phones. It was the type of school that pushed students to their limits for the sake of college entrance exam performance.

Having come from there himself, Ren Suo knew that Hengshan, while not comparable to the terrifying schools in the Mysterious Country that physically punished students for grades, was still very strict. It was a ’study if you love studying, or get out if you don’t and don’t drag the rest of us down’ kind of place. Students spent almost their entire senior year on campus, with holidays being their only chance to go home.

Students who studied in such schools obviously had no ’rainbow-colored youth,’ as they say; early romances would lead to either transfer or expulsion. However, Ren Suo himself supported his sister staying there to study—attending college, regardless of whether Spiritual Energy revived or not, is the best shortcut in life.

According to Yu Kuangtu, the Practitioners’ Academy in Sky Capital was the only place that accepted university students and adult ’high-quality seeds.’ These seeds were required to have not only Talent but also a certain level of education. The goal wasn’t just to create strong individuals but also cultivator researchers who could immediately participate in scientific research and enjoy the best cultivation resources.

If you get into Sky Capital University and also have cultivation aptitude, the nation would be willing to nurture you as a key talent, which really says something.

"Fei Fei went back to school yesterday; it’s like that in her senior year," his mother said. "However, one of Fei Fei’s classmates suddenly disappeared in class yesterday and then reappeared half an hour later. Everyone suspects there might be a supernatural phenomenon at school, and the city officials have been sent to investigate, so school is out for two days. Call a bit later, and Fei Fei should be back by then."

"Suddenly disappeared?" Ren Suo asked. "How did they disappear?"

"Just vanished out of the blue. In the parents’ group chat, they said the student gradually disappeared into thin air, taking almost ten seconds, and then just as suddenly reappeared. The whole class saw it clearly. It stirred up such a fuss in the city that it drew the government’s people in."

His mother seemed quite irritated—and understandably so. It was already May, with only a month left until the college entrance exams, and this whole mess had cropped up. Fei Fei’s grades might not be affected, but Mom, as a parent, is definitely feeling the stress.

After hanging up the phone, Ren Suo felt as if he remembered something.

But these days, nothing seemed surprising, with Demons and Ghosts emerging in endless streams. Ren Suo sat down and turned on his gaming console, going straight to the Equipment Interface.

He had gained a new Skill: Spell Healing.

Ren Suo immediately equipped the Skill, then cut his finger. Having conducted such experiments over the past few days, Ren Suo seemed immune to the minor pain.

After being covered by white light, Ren Suo felt a warm sensation in his finger; the pain vanished, and the wound disappeared as well.

Ren Suo breathed a sigh of relief. At least next time, I won’t have to bluff my way through with Touch of Healing. If the green light from Touch of Healing hadn’t been so subtle, I would’ve missed this chance to retire! Opportunities really are plentiful in this new era.

Yes, being a school doctor who provides First Aid and life support while casually researching Ren Naiser... I’m basically retired...

Although he now had the forum URL and account password, the network port in Ren Suo’s living quarters hadn’t been modified, so he couldn’t access the internal forum Yu Kuangtu talked about. Otherwise, Ren Suo really wanted to see the extent of the national research on Ren Naiser.

His mom now even believed in the reality of ’cultivation’; it seemed the country really wasn’t planning to keep hiding it anymore. Ren Suo checked the news on his phone. The usual societal novelties were there, but as soon as he entered social media apps, public accounts and self-media were all sharing articles like "Ten Tips for Spiritual Energy Awakening," "The Cultivation Academy Begins, Entering the Age of Superpower Users," and "How to Test Your Own Talent"...

Although the country hadn’t made an official announcement, the emergence of Cultivator Schools and the loosening of restrictions on news media suggested a gradual plan to shift the public’s worldview. It wouldn’t be long before official documents were issued to guide organizations on how to treat cultivators.

Among these articles, one caught Ren Suo’s attention.

"Multiple regions experience simultaneous disappearance events; those who return transform drastically, claiming there are gods in the world!"

Clicking on it, Ren Suo found a video inside. It seemed to be a wedding in a Western country, showing an obese, limping Caucasian groom and a lovely, slim young Caucasian bride. Looks like the groom is quite wealthy, or maybe it’s true love.

When they were exchanging rings, the groom suddenly started disappearing from the bottom up, inch by inch. His hand was still holding the bride’s, but after ten seconds, the groom had completely vanished.

The second half of the video showed a tall, muscular, and handsome Caucasian man, wearing an obviously oversized groom’s suit, shouting and yelling in the hall. From his features, it could be told that this groom and the previous obese one were the same person.

The post stated that this man from France had suddenly disappeared yesterday but reappeared in the same spot an hour later, transformed into a robust figure. Medical checks revealed that his previous health issues, like high triglycerides, had vanished. His excessive obesity had turned into solid muscle, and he could jump about on his feet as if he’d undergone a year of diet and exercise in a single day!

The reborn groom, upon his return, kept saying that he and others were chosen by a god, and it was only because he failed the trial that he returned to Earth. Even the failure brought Healing benefits, allowing him to lose weight, gain muscle, and completely cure disabilities and diseases!

However, most of the replies were skeptical:

"This photoshop is so bad; the guy at the beginning and the one at the end are obviously not the same person."

"Aren’t those who fail the trial supposed to die, or at least have their memories wiped? Why would they receive such great benefits?"

"If such a good thing exists, please make sure to count me in..."