While scrolling through some random online forums, I stumbled across a PDF called Energy Infusion. At first, I thought it was just another scam guide—like those "become a millionaire in three steps" ads. But the more I read, the more it felt like a hidden gem buried in trash.
It had chants, pathways, and techniques on how to channel natural energy. Most people would call it fantasy nonsense. But me? I already know how to channel natural energy. And every single detail written here? It lined up perfectly with what I felt in my body.
The crazy part? This book only had seven downloads. Seven! People will spend hours flaming each other over memes, but when something real shows up, they ignore it. Typical internet.
The techniques in here could take a clueless newbie and turn them into a halfway decent energy user. Some of the applications were things I hadn't even thought of before.
Like this one: if you circulate natural energy into your palms, you can heal almost any illness—gradually, of course. Cancer, organ failure, even neurological problems. The book claims you could completely cure someone in one or two years with steady treatment.
Now, in Marvel's world, diseases like cancer or HIV were basically death sentences until the "genius heroes" made miracle serums. But this method? Slow, sure, but completely natural. And me? With the pure vitality of Heaven and Earth flowing in my body, I could do what this technique takes years to achieve in just a few minutes.
Another trick was food purification. Basically, use natural energy to wipe out impurities, bacteria, and toxins. Sounds simple, but it's huge—every food and drink in the world has junk inside it. Some drinks are basically poison if you think about it. Coke, soda, even tea. Not that I'd ever stop drinking tea. Still, it's nice having an option to clean it all.
Not that I need it personally—my Holy Body burns out every impurity before it can touch me. But imagine passing this technique to the old man . It'd extend his life, make him healthier. He'd probably just laugh and tell me to turn it into a pill, though.
The most dangerous application, though, was… vitality control.
With training, you could literally control the flow of someone else's life force. Kill them slowly, cure them instantly, give them diseases, or even alter their body—make them stronger, younger, more beautiful.
I won't lie—I grinned a little too wide at that part.
No, no, don't get me wrong—I'm not some creep. I'm just saying facts, alright? If you had the power to literally edit people's bodies, wouldn't your mind wander a bit? Exactly. Don't judge me.
Anyway, the method was written in ancient Chinese. Even with all my memory and brainpower, I couldn't fully crack it. Google Translate only got me so far. For now, the only usable technique was purification.
I memorized the channels and gave it a shot. Energy moved into my left hand—cold, watery, like dipping my palm into a mountain stream. Success. After a few tries, I got the hang of it.
But since I had nothing to test it on, I set it aside. That's one of the projects I will be doing later.
Closing my phone, I lay back on my bed. With my current endurance, I only need about thirty minutes of sleep to feel fully refreshed. Stripping down to my underwear, I relaxed, grinning to myself as I drifted off.