No one understood the effort and struggle A-Train had put in over the years better than he did.
To hold on to his place in the Seven, to preserve his hard-earned fame and status, he had trained like a madman every waking moment.
He never slacked off in his spare time, running with several train cars dragging behind him as weights, pushing past his physical limits again and again.
His heart had long since buckled under the strain. His doctor and brother had sternly warned him countless times that continued high-intensity training would only burn through his remaining life, and he would inevitably die.
Yet he still refused to stop, even going so far as to secretly inject Compound V to forcibly squeeze out his potential.
He really was staking his life on holding on to that place.
He had always thought that no one would ever see his obsession and desperate efforts, and that he would ultimately end up eliminated and replaced.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Solomon had noticed the desperate effort he had put in day after day for years, and that it would even become his only chance at survival!
Overwhelming surprise washed over him, but a moment later, the light in A-Train's eyes quickly faded again. His voice was filled with helplessness and hesitation.
"But... my heart has completely given out."
He sighed deeply, his eyes full of despair.
"After this serious injury, my heart is beyond saving. Any strenuous exercise at all could make it stop at any moment and kill me. Even if I wanted to keep training and push past my limits, I wouldn't have a chance."
Solomon focused his gaze slightly. A faint light flashed in his eyes as Super Vision instantly pierced flesh and tissue, revealing