Chapter 11: Training And Bonding (4 in one - )
A wise man once said that power doesn’t come without struggle. Before I started training with Synthia, I thought it might be the case for other people but not for me. I thought with my unlimited stamina and perfect adaptability, I could breeze through the training. I thought with a system as overpowered and sarcastic as mine, I could get powerful easily.
That delusional version of me died with his face kissing the ground on the second day of training.
It’s been 4 weeks since Synthia started training me. At first, I smugly thought,
"How bad could it be? It’s just some training."
Oh, how wrong I was. If I could go back in time, I would slap the past me who was a fool to believe he could easily do the training.
(I told you not to be delusional, but you didn’t listen to me, host. Now you are paying the price. In a hilarious way might I add.)
Pixia’s mocking voice resounded in my head while I was sitting beneath a waterfall, shirtless, bleeding slightly. My body was filled with bruises that a normal person would faint just looking at.
Did I mention that the water was crashing down at me at the speed of a bullet train. It was a comical sight and Pixia seemed to enjoy my suffering more than she should.
"I get it, you are jealous that I’m spending more time with Synthia, but can’t you be supportive for once?"
(Supportive? I’m literally monitoring your muscle density and calculating your chances of dying to that rockslide you call a waterfall. And no, I’m not jealous. Tch. Seeing you suffer while flirting keeps me less jealou-. I mean entertained.)
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