Night fell.
In his sleep, Zenith Sutton once again felt those familiar massage techniques, instantly jolting him to wakefulness.
For five consecutive nights now, a mysterious figure had arrived at precisely this hour to perform therapeutic massage and acupressure treatments on him.
What was even more incredible—after these five days of treatment, Zenith could actually feel his body recovering! The crushing fatigue, the bone-deep weakness that had plagued him for years was gradually receding, replaced by something he'd almost forgotten: genuine vitality.
"Who... who are you?!"
He struggled desperately to open his eyes wider, trying to clearly see the face of this life-saving benefactor. But his vision remained frustratingly blurry, capturing only the vaguest details.
A young man... de
