Ninety-nine... Hundred.
Hoo!
Doing push-ups is a tough thing.
I had seen many people doing them with ease, never knew it was this difficult.
My daily routine now comprised what Arthur called warm-up in the morning. And by that he ant destroying every unit of energy in my body.
Using mana makes things much easier, but the bastard had locked my mana core.
I looked at the bracelet-type things on my wrists. These were used to completely block one’s mana supply or, in most cases, reduce it to a near-negligible level.
So running for ten miles combined with the hellish schedule of these push-ups, pull-ups, and whatnot weird exercises left with no strength.
And the interesting part is...
This was just the beginning of my training for the day.
After the so-called warm-up, Arthur would ask to swing the sword for the entire fucking day!
I an, has the old man lost his—
Cough.
My master might be a very trained fighter, a veteran of the mightiest battles, but I must say...
He was shit at training soone.
I could understand having follow this monotonous routine for a couple of days, a few weeks at most.
But no—
I had been doing these very sa things for the entire three months.
"...?"
How pathetic can this man get.
Though I must admit my physical endurance has increased by a solid margin, and so has my body.
Now I could clearly see a well-defined physique every ti I glanced in the mirror.
My abs were like solid bricks; even the most elite weightlifters and influencers on Earth wouldn’t co a percent near my level.
"...."
Okay!
That was an exaggeration.
Still, my body had now grown more muscular and better defined. I could now easily balance myself in any form or posture.
And swinging those swords for the entire day had made my wrists...
They looked like fucking monsters.
My forearms now bulged with veins spreading all across my wrists. It really looked marvelous.
Careful!
I never said my Master was useless at teaching.
Or did I?
Well, at the end of the day, aside from these improvents, I hadn’t learnt shit about combat.
As for D.X., the progress on that front was better than mine.
I had given a detailed list of all possible useful villains that we could possibly recruit to Arthur and Julien.
And I must admit...
These guys were good at their jobs. They had recruited almost ninety percent of the twelve hundred villains whose details I had given them.
Yes, the number was huge.
And this wasn’t even close to all the villains on this planet.
You could just imagine the total number of villains in the ga.
It was ridiculous. Many pro gars had protested against such absurd logic of the ga, but the developers didn’t budge an inch.
They continued releasing updates according to their own scripts.
Never bowed under the pressure of the demands in the market.
And for that, I must really appreciate them. It wasn’t easy to go against the market flow and still create a ga that was considered one of the best sellers in the history of gaming.
As for the recently recruited villains, I won’t ntion much about them.
Not that I was disrespecting their place in D.X.; it’s just that they were minor villains.
Among them, many had caused horrific cris, and so of them were the ones who were wrongly accused and hunted by the world.
It was a dynamic grouping, but I didn’t care for the smaller details.
No matter their characters or intentions, all these villains, despite having minor roles in the ga, were individuals with a good amount of talent.
I an, mostly the people with talent are the ones that go on the path to beco evil.
The ones with diocre or no talent just have no right to beco a villain...
Even a minor one!
That’s how the world works. To be able to influence it, you need to have a decent amount of power to make people notice you.
So in the end, you are either respected or hated; there’s no middle ground in such stuff.
So back to the point—today Arthur was returning along with Julien...
Back to Tamyr.
And that ant—
My real training would now begin.
I hoped to have so company while training, and Julien was my first choice...
But that fucker gave so enlightennt about efficient resource utilization.
’Boss, I would just be a drain on the resources... better they be used for your growth on my behalf. Sniff... sniff... hic... With imnse regret, I must strive to make your dreams co true... so just let leave!’
He barked so cringe lines and ran away with Arthur.
Though he did his fair share of work, I just couldn’t digest the fact of burning alone.
Is there no thing as bromance?!
That traitor.
Haa.
The sun had nearly dipped down the horizon.
I raised my sword in another swing. Every cell of my body was screaming for rest.
My clothes were drenched in sweat. I must have slled like shit.
The thought of taking a warm bath reignited my spirits.
"Bosss! Bosss!"
Huh.
I could hear a high-pitched voice.
I looked around to find the barren lands around .
Looking closely... was it a squirrel?
The little guy was running with his mouth filled.
Sigh.
I had just seen a heist in broad daylight.
"Hereee!"
Two figures could be seen approaching from the west, and one of them was vigorously waving his hands at .
The traitor was back, and so was my—
Master.
Rage boiled in my mind as I took deep breaths to steady my beating heart.
"Hey."
Gritting my teeth, I waved in return.
"There’s still ti for night to co, so don’t stop. Continue!"
Arthur’s not-so-cheering voice fell on my ears.
They were beginning to itch, and so were my hands.
I badly wanted to slap soone...
"Boss?"
Julien cautiously approached as I stared at him with... bright eyes.
Heh.
"What happ—"
Smack!
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