Kian sat up on the cot, and this ti he was smiling.
He'd still been killed by the Aeldari warrior. But he'd gotten through a couple of exchanges first, which ant the month of intensive training had done sothing. He flexed his hands, feeling the output from arms that were noticeably thicker than before.
The bone density surgery was paying off. A denser, heavier skeleton could anchor more muscle mass and absorb greater forces. He stepped onto the scale. 138 kilograms, sa as when he'd gone into the cage. The two kilograms of additional bone from the first procedure had integrated fully into his baseline body, resurrecting with him each ti.
"Ready for round two."
He felt his body had developed enough to handle a more aggressive augntation and headed to the Forge Temple.
Antonius ran a full examination, then nodded.
"Your body fat percentage has dropped another 1.3% since last ti, and you've added roughly 9.4 kilograms of muscle. You've been putting yourself through sothing extre, clearly. All blood markers are normal, no adverse reactions. Another round of augntation is viable."
Kian lay back on the surgical slab and applied his Sacred Coolant Oil.
"I want to go aggressive this ti. Add five kilograms directly. Can you do it?"
"Your physiology is well beyond normal human paraters, so yes, a more aggressive incrent is reasonable. Though I'd like to know how you gained nine kilograms of pure muscle in a month without any compounds I can detect. Are you genuinely telling you did that clean?"
"That's not your concern. Start the surgery. And one more thing: embed a small iron plate under the skin of my forearm when you're done. Fingernail-sized."
Eight hours later the procedure was complete. The Rejuvenat physicians administered a Regen-Bolt. Twenty minutes after that, Kian sat up and took stock.
Five kilograms of added bone mass in a single session. He could feel a faint strangeness in the relationship between skeleton and muscle, a slight mismatch, as if the fra had outpaced the structure built around it. It wouldn't last. A few weeks of high-intensity work would close the gap and convert that strangeness into raw output.
He raised his forearm and pressed a finger against the skin. He could feel the small iron plate just beneath the surface. From a physiological standpoint and from any intuitive sense of his own body, it didn't belong to him. He intended to let it sit there for a while, then go into the cage and die, and see whether it ca back with him on resurrection.
He left the Forge Temple and went straight back to training.
This cycle took only two weeks. Thirteen kilograms of additional body weight.
He was eating at least twenty thousand calories a day, shovelling food in at every opportunity. The combination of extre caloric surplus and inhuman training volu produced muscle growth that was almost visible in real ti.
His stats settled at Strength 45, Endurance 45, Focus 56. Body weight: 156 kilograms.
At this point Kian started to wonder about his organs. Seventy kilograms of muscle mass produced a staggering tabolic load. He didn't want his liver and kidneys quietly failing under the strain, only to end up with chanical replacents. That would be embarrassing.
He went up to a Rejuvenat clinic in the Spire for a full workup. The physician ca back with the results.
"My lord, your health is excellent. Exceptionally robust across all indicators. Every blood marker falls within normal range."
Kian exhaled. The semi-digitalised body was doing its job. When his stats went up, everything went up, including the organs he couldn't directly train. Without that systemic bonus, seventy kilograms of muscle would have had his uric acid, creatinine, and protein levels destroying themselves within days, his kidneys and liver staging a coordinated walkout, his skin erupting, his entire body declaring independence from sensible biochemistry.
Dead and cremated, leaving behind a skeleton of pure iron, with his last words being: completely natural, no assistance whatsoever.
The physician handed him sothing resembling a fitness tracker.
"If you're concerned about staying on top of your indicators, my lord, this health monitor will track your vitals in real ti and alert you if anything shifts outside of safe paraters."
Kian pocketed it and left.
He didn't go straight back to the Underhive for another training cycle. He wanted to refine the approach first.
His physical stats could now at least keep up with the Aeldari warrior's movents on a basic level. But walking in and taking several clean kills each session was too slow a way to learn. He needed technique before he needed more repetitions.
The plan: find a human master swordsman, absorb everything the man knew about human swordsmanship, and then go back to the cage with sothing worth building on.
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