Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

The dumbbells and punching bag were back in Leo's hands.

He hugged the punching bag, and Walter carried the dumbbells. The two of them, with sincere smiles on their faces, walked towards room 666.

The other mental patients scratched their heads. What are we doing here? It's so boring, so uninteresting. Then, without thinking of any other demands, they dispersed, each going back to what they considered to be very important matters.

The doctors and orderlies looked at Director Hess with admiration, their applause deafening.

A torrent of flowery flattery ensued.

Director Hess wore a smile, but hearing this rainbow of compliments, his mood was quite good. Perhaps this was the greatest reward of his March 1st birthday.

"Mental patients are people too. The only difference between them and us is their way of thinking. You can't use a normal person's logic to understand their thoughts. If I hold up one finger, what would you say it is? Some might say it's a finger, others might think it's the number '1'. But to them, it might be a sausage."

The senior doctor's expression was serious, but he couldn't hide his brown-nosing heart. "Hearing the director's words is better than reading ten years of books."

"Yes, yes, I don't know when I'll ever be as outstanding as the director."

"The director is a titan in the field of psychiatry. He's someone we'll have to look up to our whole lives."

Director Hess was invigorated by his subordinates' flattery. He waved his hand and left.

To him, this was all just normal procedure, nothing to be proud of.

room 666.

Leo felt that the dumbbells were too light. He swung them and hit his chest, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He looked at the dumbbells in confusion, lost in thought.

It used to hurt a little.

Why didn't it hurt anymore?

"You try hitting me," Leo said, handing the dumbbells to Walter.

Walter took the dumbbells. They were a bit heavy. He believed that Leo could cultivate, so he never thought about whether it would hurt. He swung the dumbbells and hit Leo in the chest.

The sound was a dull thud.

Leo didn't move an inch, but the force of the impact sent Walter stumbling back a few steps.

"How does it feel?" Walter asked expectantly.

"It feels great. My whole body is full of energy. Everything is good, except it doesn't hurt," Leo said, completely baffled by the situation. His past efforts had all been effective.

Walter stared at the dumbbells, then hit himself with them. Hiss… He took a sharp breath, his foot twitching. He rubbed his chest, his face contorted in pain. His eyes bulged, his tongue lolling out to show his great suffering.

"Are you cultivating too?" Leo asked doubtfully.

Walter's eyes turned red, and he looked like he was about to cry. "I just wanted to see if it hurt. But it really hurts! You lied to me!"

"I didn't lie to you. It really doesn't hurt," Leo thought for a moment, then said, "When I was dreaming, someone said they would give me a reward and teach me Qi Gong. I think our past efforts must have succeeded."

Walter jumped up happily. "Really? Is it because of me? Is my acupuncture that good?"

"Yes, it's very good," Leo praised.

Then, Leo lay quietly on the bed, turned his head to look at Walter, and said calmly, "I'll lie here, and you hit me with the dumbbells. If we continue to cultivate, we will definitely succeed."

"Alright, but before that, I think I need to give you a few needles first. My Galactic Circuit Rotation Technique is very powerful, it can help you," Walter said, stealthily taking out a silver needle from his pocket. He had hidden it very well, afraid it would be stolen.

The Corridor.

A male orderly named Leon was on patrol. He had just graduated from university not long ago. He had once dreamed of being a hero, hoping to get into one of the four top academies, but unfortunately, his talent wasn't enough, and he could only get into a regular academy.

But even so, he had never given up on his dream.

After graduation, he was assigned to the Green Mountain Asylum.

Here, he found the patients to be very lovable. Although they sometimes said things that were incomprehensible, whenever he saw their sincere smiles, his heart would be filled with joy.

What made him even happier was that his neighbor, Uncle Wang, had introduced him to a girlfriend. The girl was very beautiful, petite and charming, obedient and sensible. The only flaw was that her stomach was a bit chubby, but she had promised to lose weight in a few months. Thinking about his salary and the girl's looks, he felt he wasn't worthy of her. Why should he be picky?

Thump! Thump!

"What's that sound?"

Leon frowned and followed the sound.

He had his back to room 666. The sound seemed to be coming from behind him. He turned around and, through the window embedded in the wall, he saw what was happening in room 666.

His happy expression gradually faded, his smile freezing.

He saw Walter's back, saw him raising the dumbbells high with both hands and smashing them down on the bed. A patient was lying there. Every time the dumbbells came down, the bed shook violently.

"This…"

Leon's heart pounded, fear surging through him. Walter, in the room, seemed to sense him. He slowly turned his head, his eyes glancing sideways, his expression frozen, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a smile.

"Aaaah!"

He collapsed to the floor with a thud, scrambling away and screaming in terror, "Murder! Murder in Ward 666…"

The screams alarmed the doctors and other orderlies.

Room 666 was all too familiar.

Damn it, they're killing someone again.

Can't you just be quiet for a bit?

Let us experience some peace and quiet in this mental asylum, even if it's just for a little while.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached.

A group of doctors and orderlies rushed over. One of them had a phone, ready to dial 120. If the scene was tragic, they would call for help immediately.

When they arrived at the ward and looked inside through the window, everyone was stunned.

It wasn't as serious as they had thought. They all looked at Leon strangely.

The doctor with the thermos said gently, "Leon, you've just started working here. It's normal to be tense, but you can't be having hallucinations. Otherwise, we won't be colleagues, but a doctor and a patient."

Leon began to doubt his own sanity. It clearly wasn't like that. He looked at the situation in the room, then at his colleagues, and roared in his heart, It's really not what you think!

I saw it with my own eyes!

In the ward.

Leo and Walter sat side by side on the edge of the bed, each with a carton of soy milk, swinging their legs. Their expressions were calm, their eyes clear as they looked at the doctors outside.

They waved at the doctors, as if to say, "Hello, everyone."

Behind them, the dumbbells lay quietly on the bed, as if to prove that Walter had indeed been hitting Leo with them just now.

I, Sir Dumbbell, guarantee it.

This is something that cannot be hidden.

It's just that they hid it too quickly.

You just didn't see it.

"The sunshine outside is so warm," Leo said, looking outside.

"Yeah," Walter replied.

The two raised their cartons of soy milk.

"Sprite."

"Coca-Cola."

"Cheers!"

They looked at each other and then grinned, their eyes squinting into slits.

The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating their radiant smiles.

It was a very peaceful and warm scene.

This was a moment to witness their friendship.