Chapter 132
Alexander stared at Michelle’s forearm and his eyes flashed with a bit of surprise before it got replaced by the light of amusement. "As far as I know, that’s a skill only those in the upper and heavenly realm know. How did you attain it?" he asked as he leaned against the wall.
Hearing that, Michelle arched a brow. Pushing herself over the limit to gain perfect control over her skeletal muscle was something she had accidentally discovered in her past life when she nearly died during her training to be an assassin.
The training was inhumanly hard and harsh, causing deaths of many, leaving only the strongest alive.
At first, Michelle was one of the mediocre candidates and was expected to die during the training, but instead, she was able to persevere through everything until her muscles started giving out. Still, she wasn’t allowed to stop, so she had to push through even through the pain.
Whenever that happened to someone, their tendons would break, rendering them motionless, and then they would die at the hands of the other assassins-in-training, but Michelle’s tendons didn’t break. It was because of the way she moved.
From the start, the reason why she was mediocre was because her strange way of moving was slowing her down, but this strange way of moving made it so that even under extreme tension and strain, her muscles and tendons didn’t get damaged. She was able to push through the training session.
But after it ended, she collapsed and was unable to move her limbs. She was able to move each of her muscles, making them contract and relax, but she was unable to move them all together as a system.
The trainers of the organization noticed the state she was in but they just brought her out of the training room so she wouldn’t get in the way of further training. If someone had succeeded the training but collapsed after, they were given two hours to get up. If they failed, they were killed.
Michelle knew that, so she kept trying to move her limbs. And after some time, she had no clue how long, she succeeded and slowly stood up, but her control of her body was terrible. With every single step she took, she had to push her concentration to the peak, so that day, just getting to the bed assigned to her was a torture. And she didn’t have a clue whether she would be able to get up the next day. That was dreadful. If she was unable to get up on time, she would be killed.