บททั้งหมดของ When Life Takes A Turn: บทที่ 1151 - บทที่ 1160

Yes, the object lying quietly before him was another Aeon Karpos, or rather, he should call it the Ambrosia fruit!He was completely astounded when he saw it. He even suspected that he was hallucinating. How was that possible? Was it not true that the Aeon Karpos only bore fruit once every 112 years? Moreover, it was supposed to bear fruit on Mount Leo, so why was there another fruit on Mount Septimus as well? The most unbelievable thing was that the Aeon Karpos was blooming by the side of the road without anybody showing interest in it when it was such a precious treasure that attracted the yearning of countless people and resulted in huge battles being waged?The difference was so stark that it stunned Zayn for a good while before he recovered from the surprise. He immediately walked over in quick strides without the slightest hesitation. He squatted down and observed the Aeon Karpos in detail!His heart was racing and his eyes widened. In fact, he was even afraid that he was

“Who are you?” Zayn asked in a very hoarse voice. Moreover, he was dehydrated, parched, and starving. The woman with the delicate face rolled her eyes and said in a displeased tone, “You still have the nerve to ask me? Had it not been for Aggie and me who saved you, you would’ve already died! You ungrateful man, we’ve been taking care of you for a full day and night. Now that you’re awake, you still have the audacity to scare us!”Meanwhile, a much gentler voice was heard coming from the other side, “Hello, sir, are you feeling better now?”Zayn looked over immediately to find another pretty face. She was a dainty woman with long hair and she seemed to possess intellectual qualities. She was observing him with a smile on her face. Zayn had no choice but to acknowledge that the woman before him could be ranked high on his list of beauties despite his encounter with countless attractive women. She looked like the girl next door. He asked, “Was it both of you who saved me?Now th

The young woman named Aggie and her pleasant-looking companion were very shocked. If there was anything they learnt from hauling the injured man to the hospital, it would be the fact that Zayn’s injuries were beyond grievous. However, the doctor was now telling them that the same half-dead guy was already to be discharged after only two days—after barely a day and a half of basic bedrest?How absurd was that?! He did not just suffer from fractured bones and broken tendons—he was basically on his last dying breath when the women saw him. In spite of that, he managed to recover within an impossibly short amount of time. Talk about a complete invalidation of logic and science!The doctor had made his prognosis, and Aggie was not going to argue with a professional.Zayn was the only one who knew exactly what happened. It was all thanks to the second Aeon Karpos—the spring of saturated vitality and energy within the fruit had effortlessly repaired his wounds in no time at all, and with o

Zayn took pride in being someone who always repaid kindness. Agatha saved his life—an act like that was only deserving of his biggest gratitude and payback in kindness.After two days’ worth of rest, combined with the shot of vitality from the Ambrosia Fruit, a lot of his injuries were healed. He was back to at least eighty percent of his usual strength. As long as his enemies were not one of those perfect class berserkers, Zayn was certain that he could power through a horde of them, no sweat!Just one more day of rest, and Zayn would be back to his former glory, or even better. Again, as long as his enemy was less of a crazed freak of nature like Ezra, the perfect class fighter, Zayn was confident that he could trade blows with just about anybody.He was beyond certain that regardless of whatever problem plagued Agatha, Zayn would be able to solve it.Unfortunately, what he meant as words of assurance ended up sounding like unfounded braggadocio to Ingrid and Agatha. It elicited

“For God’s sake, can you stop acting like you’re hot sh*t already?!” Ingrid bristled as she trained an accusatory finger on Zayn. She was disgusted. “Do you even know who we’re up against? He’s f*cking related to the city mayor! The city mayor, mister! That means he’s got loads of money and power, if you’re too slow to get me. He can skin you alive and get rid of you like you’re trash on the sidewalk! Meanwhile, you’re here huffing and puffing like a white knight who no one gives a f*ck about!”Her words were extremely caustic, even for someone like her, but to screech and point at Zayn was an outright display of irreverence. Zayn would have reacted by slapping her across the face if anyone else was shouting at him so rudely, but he could not bring himself to do so. After all, they were the people who saved him. Flashing an awkward smile meant to appease her, he replied, “Listen, Miss Jonas. Don’t be mad. I’m only stating facts. The thing is, the mayor’s nephew and I have history—more