I was serious about this transformation, so I dove headfirst into my training. My body was going to become a machine, and there was no turning back now.
The goal was clear: get stronger, get smarter, get more powerful. I needed to prove to myself—and maybe to the world—that I could handle whatever was thrown at me.
It all started with the basics. I had heard about Saitama's workout routine, the infamous 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run.
The whole thing sounded insane, but that was the point. Insane was exactly what I needed right now.
I remember that first night, standing under the moonlight, thinking that the universe had lined everything up perfectly.
It felt like the moon was shining down, just for me, giving me the green light to get started.
"Alright, Kai, no excuses," I muttered to myself. "It's time to go full beast mode."
I dropped to the ground and started my first set of push-ups. My arms screamed almost immediately.
Sweat began to bead up on my forehead. I wasn't even sure how many I'd done, but I kept going.
Each push-up was like a reminder that I was one step closer to becoming something better.
"Come on, don't stop now," I gritted through my teeth, pushing myself up again. This is what it takes, I thought. No shortcuts.
I moved on to sit-ups and squats, and the feeling was the same: muscle burn, exhaustion, sweat dripping down my back. It was like I was living in a puddle.
My body felt like it was about to throw a tantrum, but I wasn't having it. "Sorry, muscles," I said under my breath, "We're doing this, whether you like it or not."
It felt like my muscles were protesting, like they were organizing a strike against me. I'm not backing down.
You're coming with me. I could practically hear them groaning with each set, but I just kept going. There was no turning back now.
And then came the 10-kilometer run. If the other exercises were tough, this was a whole different kind of beast.
I could feel the cold night air hitting my face as I started running. My legs burned almost immediately, and my chest felt like it was going to explode.
Every step felt like a challenge. Why am I doing this? my brain screamed, but I shut it out.
"You signed up for this, remember?"
I told myself, ignoring the ache in my lungs.
"No going back." I pushed on, as the world around me blurred and my heart pounded in my ears.
The wind was sharp against my face, but I didn't stop. My legs screamed for mercy, but I refused to give in. I'm not quitting. Not now. Not ever.
When I finally finished that run, I was dripping in sweat, gasping for air. It felt like I had just crossed the finish line of some epic battle.
"Alright, let's get something straight," I muttered, out of breath. "I'm not just building muscles here. I'm building something bigger. I'm building me."
There was a weird feeling of pride in my chest, like I had just completed something monumental. I felt invincible, like the universe had just given me a gold star.
"Yeah," I grinned to myself. "This is only the beginning."
But as the days went on, it wasn't just the physical stuff that started to change.
Sure, my muscles were growing, and I could see the results in the mirror, but something deeper was happening too.
I was unlocking parts of myself I didn't even know existed. It wasn't just about getting stronger; it was about becoming more. My mind, my soul—they were all evolving too.
One day, as I was taking a break by a calm lake, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the water. The moonlight danced on the surface, and I had to stop and stare.
For a moment, I didn't even recognize myself. Is that me? The guy looking back at me wasn't the guy I had started with. He was different—stronger, more confident.
My eyes weren't the same either. They had shifted from their normal brown to this mesmerizing combination of silver and gold.
Like I was a living mystery, something otherworldly. It wasn't just my eyes though; my whole face seemed sharper, more defined.
Like I'd been chiseled out of stone. Even my skin had a glow to it, like I'd found some secret fountain of youth.
Damn. I really did this. My abs were carved into an eight-pack that looked like it belonged on a statue from ancient Greece.
Every muscle in my body had transformed.
I felt like I had taken the best parts of every superhero, every mythological figure, and folded them into one.
"I'm glowing like a firefly at a rave," I chuckled, touching my face just to make sure this was real. It felt surreal. My body wasn't just a machine anymore—it was a work of art. I made this.
But it wasn't just about the way I looked. It was about how I felt. I was tapping into something bigger.
My confidence was through the roof. I was no longer just Kai, a regular guy trying to survive in the world. I was becoming something more.
Fast forward a couple of years, and I could barely keep track of time anymore. Days blurred into nights, and nights into days.
I was obsessed. I'd pushed myself past every limit I thought I had. The physical stuff? That was just the beginning.
My mind was a different beast now.
My thoughts weren't scattered anymore—they were organized, deliberate. I had become like a cosmic-level video game character, leveling up in every way possible.
My mental state was like a high-speed train, barreling forward, gaining momentum. I had mastered Intent—Sword Intent, Sound Intent, Poison Intent—they weren't just fancy names anymore.
They were my tools. I used them like a skilled craftsman, always improving. Every new technique I learned felt like adding another layer to my strength, another part of me becoming invincible.
Sound Intent wasn't just about making noise. It was about controlling energy. It was like conducting an orchestra of power. Poison Intent?
That one was a little darker, but it was like having the ability to take down my enemies without lifting a finger. The best part? I was just getting started.
I couldn't stop. Every day was an opportunity to push further, faster, stronger. It was like binge-watching a show and never wanting the next episode to end. I needed more.
And then, there were the new powers—Parallel Mind and Occlumency. They weren't people, but they might as well have been.
They organized my chaotic mind like a librarian sorting books. Suddenly, my thoughts weren't just floating around aimlessly.
I had control. I could focus with a level of clarity I hadn't thought possible.
This is it, I realized. This is what power really feels like.
I even started pulling in abilities from the heroes and villains I admired—Anos Voldigoad's godlike abilities, the chilling control of Ultimate Geass.
But this wasn't about copying someone else's powers. It was about forging my own path, combining everything I loved into something that was uniquely mine. I had become my own man.
Ultimate Geass didn't control others; it gave me control over my own destiny. It felt like wearing a crown made of pure authority, a constant reminder that I could shape my future however I wanted.
I wasn't just a guy working out anymore—I was a guy who could bend the universe to my will.
And at that moment, I realized This journey had turned me into a force that couldn't be stopped.
I had transformed. And now, the world.. no the entire universe would know my name.