The Pinnacle Of Life

Winston Zeller was the head doctor in Michigan Premier Hospital and was also an honorary professor at

Michigan Medical University. In all of his forty years of being a doctor, he had seen all sorts of patients, but he had never seen one as strange

as the patient in front of him now. He watched as the man gulped down mouthfuls of soil that Abel had dug

from downstairs. The young man ate the soil with gusto as though it was a luxury meal. “Does he have a mental disorder?”

“Or does he have pica?”

Abel’s face twisted ugly, and he looked at Winston and asked, “What do you think of my son’s condition?” Winston shook his head apologetically and said, “This is the first time I’ve seen a case like this. How long has

this condition been going on?” Abel explained the entire matter, but of course, leaving out information related to everyone’s identity. In order

to conceal that they were Missouri’s Coleman family, he and Jerome had worn masks to hide their faces. As

for Tristan, he was covered with filth all over his face and hair.

He was filthy, and he smelled terrible. With

him in this state, probably even his mother wouldn’t have recognized him. By the time Abel was done with his explanation, Tristan had finished eating the soil. When he was aware

again, he immediately started to vomit. Winston took note that when Tristan was awake and aware of himself, he had a deep hatred for the fact that he

was

and said, “The situation of this patient is very rare, everyone. I suggest doing a CT scan of

them on priority and took special care of them. Not even twenty minutes later, the results were out. There was nothing wrong with his

Since Tristan was an Earth Expert level warrior, his physical fitness

an

one problem, and that was that his

one would

Ding!

had reached. Tristan started howling loudly, thrashing, and

glass window, jumping down from the third floor, and coincidentally landed right in a flowerbed. The people who were walking around the area were shocked, thinking

saw a young man, his back arched as he kneeled forward in the soil, feasting on

wild beast.

stunned. Roar! “Whoever it was that had the audacity to harm my son, I want his body torn

Boom!

his fist through the wall beside him, blasting a hole through

from the impact. ***

California. However, he had also received a call from Xyla, her voice gentle and kind as usual, with a

for you, you know? Did you know that my third

real deep pit for me, saying that Zendaya stole your things, and I really believed you. In

you who had stolen her heart, as well as her body. Tell me, aren’t you a big

coming from Xyla, it sounded more like she was coquettish with him. “Aunt, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t steal her body,” Alex replied. “I’m not blind, and