I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

In any case, I finally decided on my routine.

Squawk.

When I heard the monstrous bird cry, I got up from my seat.

And then I ran.

I ran as hard as I could.

I ran until I couldn’t squeeze out another ounce of energy and collapsed on the spot when I reached my limit.

And then I immediately began circulating.

Of course, I wasn’t simply doing what I had been doing before. Instead, I was constantly adjusting the formula to see if I could increase my physical regeneration even a little bit more.

“Uwek!”