I spent the next week getting my ass kicked so thoroughly I should’ve been hospitalized.
Day two after The Butt Incident™ started like this: Sloane knocked down seventeen tis in thirty minutes. I kept getting up. She kept putting back down. By attempt eighteen, she was actually getting pissed.
"Why do you keep standing up?" She shoved hard enough to send stumbling back three steps.
"Because you keep knocking down." I wiped blood from my split lip. "Seems pretty straightforward."
The morning sessions were brutal. Sloane wasn’t holding back anymore. Each punch ca with extra spice, every takedown delivered with unnecessary force. But I noticed sothing – beneath her anger was genuine instruction. She wasn’t just beating up; she was teaching how to take a hit, how to fall properly, how to protect vulnerable areas.
I was learning. Slowly, painfully, but learning.
The evening sessions were different. Less rage, more technical. She’d walk through forms, correct my stance, show how to throw proper strikes. Sotis her hands would linger on my arms or shoulders when adjusting my position, and the Oracle Feed would helpfully inform that her heart rate had increased.
Between sessions, when Sloane was off with friends or at her own training, I’d sneak back to the gym to work with Spectral Reach.
The first ti I tried extending all three arms at once, I nearly blacked out. It was like trying to control six limbs simultaneously. My brain couldn’t process the input.
"Start with one," I muttered to myself, dismissing two of the constructs.
I focused on extending a single spectral arm, watching the pale amber appendage stretch out from my palm. It looked like a ghostly limb – translucent but solid, responding to my thoughts rather than muscle movent.
I practiced grabbing things. A water bottle. A towel. The punching bag. Each object required different pressure, different control. Too much force and I’d crush the bottle or rip the towel. Too little and I’d drop everything.
By day four, I could reliably manipulate one spectral arm while moving around the gym. I set up an obstacle course of sorts – chairs, exercise balls, resistance bands – and practiced navigating while grabbing targets with the construct.
When my normal arms burned with fatigue, Boundless Stamina kicked in. The recovery wasn’t instant, but the difference was night and day. Within minutes, I’d feel ready to go again.
My status screen showed the results:
STR: 17 | AGI: 18 | DEX: 19
INT: 17 | END: 21
Not bad for a week of getting demolished twice daily.
What surprised most was Sloane. After that first awkward day, she never ntioned The Butt Incident again. But sothing had changed between us. Little monts of eye contact that lasted too long. Her hand staying on my shoulder after correcting my form. The way she’d find reasons to be in whatever room I was in.
The Oracle Feed confird what I was seeing:
〘 Subject Temptation Gauge: 46%. Stage: Attached. Subject is actively creating proximity opportunities outside of established training schedule. 〙
I wasn’t innocent either. I’d started making her favorite foods without being asked. Found myself looking for her when I entered a room. Thinking about her when she wasn’t around.
It was session ten – exactly one week since I’d woken up in this body – when sothing shifted again.
"You’re telegraphing your strikes," Sloane said, easily dodging my punch. "I can see them coming from last Tuesday."
"Maybe I’m being considerate. Giving you ti to prepare."
She snorted. "How thoughtful. Try again, but this ti without the billboard announcent."
I threw another punch, trying to keep my shoulder from twitching before I moved. Sloane slipped to the side and countered with a palm strike to my sternum.
Except this ti, I saw it coming.
I pivoted, letting her palm graze past , and grabbed her extended wrist. Using her montum against her, I pulled her forward and swept her leg.
For a beautiful, glorious half-second, I thought I was going to put Sloane Fitzgerald on the mat.
Then reality reasserted itself. She twisted in midair, broke my grip, and sohow turned my sweep against . My back hit the mat with enough force to knock the wind out of .
Sloane straddled my chest, pinning my arms with her knees. Her face hovered inches from mine, pink hair falling in a curtain around us.
"Nice try," she said, grinning. "Almost had ."
"I did have you. For about zero-point-three seconds."
"That’s zero-point-three seconds longer than ever before. Progress!"
She didn’t move to get up. I didn’t ask her to. We stayed there, breathing hard, faces close enough that I could feel her exhales on my skin.
"Your recovery ti is insane," she said finally. "I’ve been beating you up for a week straight, and you just keep coming back for more. Maybe that’s your Aspect."
"What, being able to get my ass kicked and get back up?"
"Yeah. Super Stubbornness. Or maybe Masochism Man."
"Ha ha."
She tilted her head, studying . "Seriously though. You shouldn’t be able to train this hard without an Aspect. Most Unmarked would’ve been hospitalized by day three."
I shrugged as best I could while pinned. "I heal fast."
"Apparently." She finally rolled off and offered a hand up.
I took it, feeling the calluses on her palm against mine. She pulled to my feet with ease.
"Sa ti tomorrow?" I asked.
"Actually..." Sloane looked away, suddenly fascinated by the wall. "I was thinking maybe we could take tonight off. You’ve earned a break."
"Oh. Sure."
"We could..." She cleared her throat. "Watch a movie or sothing? In the theater room?"
〘 Subject Temptation Gauge: 38%. This is an engineered proximity event. Subject is creating pretexts for extended close contact in a darkened environnt. 〙
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound casual. "Movie sounds good."
"Cool. I’ll shower and et you there in an hour."
I watched her leave the gym, noting the slight bounce in her step that hadn’t been there before.
I took the longest, hottest shower possible, watching dried sweat and traces of blood circle the drain. My muscles ached in that satisfying way that ant actual progress. Ten training sessions with Sloane in seven days. The girl wasn’t ssing around.
When I stepped out, a notification hovered in my vision:
〘📋 SIDE QUEST COMPLETED
No Pain, No Gain
Description: The host body is no longer a complete disgrace. Acceptable baseline paraters achieved.
Rewards:
One (1) Random Skill Pull Ticket (Guaranteed Rarity: E ~ B)
10 Stat Points
Claim Rewards? 〙
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〘Traore’s Thoughts〙
Hey guys, I decided to make a Power Stone Goal for this novel.
Every 200 Power Stones this week = 1 Extra Chapter. (MAX 14 ChapterS)
We can have the normal 2 Daily Chapters 2 Extra Chapters Every Day, is all up to you ;)
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