"Damn you Jelal! You didn't even bother to give me anything to eat! I just wanted a small break! Why could you let me rest! I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you!" Christopher continued to yell as loud as he possibly could so Jelal would hear him.
Feeling tired of feeling sorry for himself, Christopher got up from the ground and began to relentlessly punch the wall of the house over and over again. His eyes went completely red as anger began to fill them while tears began to pour out of them from exhaustion. The only thing that Christopher could feel in that moment was nothing but utter desperation. All he wanted to do was murder anything that stood in his path. That being Jelal.
"I'm not ready yet! I still have a long way to go, when I'm done, I'm gonna beat that demon so badly that he's going to turn into a full time hero!" Christopher continued to yell out as it gave him more motivation to push himself to the point where he couldn't feel anything in his hands.
His hands had gone completely numb due to Christopher using them to punch the walls so many times. Even though there was not even a dent in the house, Christopher's blood was marked on the wall as he kept punching so hard that it was tearing apart his skin but even so, he didn't seem to care as he pushed himself to the most extreme limits possible.
However at punch point, his hands had gotten so exhausted that all movement in them was not possible. He has trained with them so much that they have completely collapsed.
"Why? Why won't you move dammit! I need you to help me defeat Jelal! Please I'm begging you, don't fail me now!" Christopher yelled out as he began to cry.
"Don't fail me now. I really need it! Come on, please get up!" Christopher yelled out in pure agony. Without his hands he wouldn't be able to defeat Jelal.
"I don't want to lose," said Christopher as he continued to cry in despair. However, even though his hands couldn't work. He wanted to find another way to defeat Jelal which was when he got another idea.
"Maybe hope isn't all that lost. I still have a chance to defeat him," said Christopher as he moved away from the wall and began to squat down before using the pressure from his legs to push him high in the air. Or at least that's what he thought he did. Instead, Christopher didn't even move from the ground and was simply pushed back down to a squaring position.
"I thought so. I wouldn't expect anything less from a place like this. It seems like my hands have failed me but now I've got my legs on my side. Just you wait Jelal I'm going to train so much that you won't be able to to even look at me due to the fear I'll place inside your heart. I'm going to beat you so much that you'll be able to die quickly! Even so, I'll torture you to the point that all your body fails to feel pain and then I'll finally kill you! You'll pay for the hell you've made me endure!" Christopher yelled out as he began to try to jump as much as he could but to no avail. When that stopped working, Christopher began to try to run around the house but even a single step was too much for him. Even so, he took a step and then another one before taking another one. No matter how much it hurt, Christopher continued to push himself until he couldn't even breathe. Even so, his training didn't stop as his end goal was to survive.
When one's life is put on the line, they'll do anything in their power to survive. As such, Christopher was willing to push his body to such extreme lengths just to continue living.
"Come on, just a couple more steps, don't fail me now," said Christopher as he continued to feel exhausted from not only doing so much training but also being sleep deprived for so long. He couldn't even feel anything anymore. All he could do was watch as his body did what he told it.
However all his hard work would soon pay off as his movement speed became fluid. After dragging his feet for so long, it seemed like he could finally walk normally again. A couple hours later, that changed into speed walking and even a couple hours after that it changed into running. At one point, Christopher took a break to see if he could jump this time and when he tried once again, to his surprise he could.
All that sweat and hard work finally paid off as it allowed him to do what he wanted to do for so long. This meant that Christopher was getting ever closer to his goal of defeating Jelal.
"Not yet though. I'm not ready to face him yet. I need more. More. More!" Christopher yelled out as he began to get fueled by pure anger. As such, he began to lay on the ground before starting to do sit-ups. He believed that in doing so, he would strengthen his core.
At first it was slow just like when he first started training his legs and his hands but he knew that the more he practised, the better he would get at doing his craft. As would finally be able to kill the person who trapped him inside the hellish house.
"Not enough! It'll never be enough! I'm going to kill him! I need to do it! You'll pay Jelal!" Christopher yelled out over and over again. Crimson and the world of heroes were no longer his main enemy. All his hatred in that moment was focused on Jelal. All he wanted to do was make him experience true hell.
"Good. Good. Keep going! Train harder. Show me what you can become. I'm going to raise you to become a true demon!" Jelal yelled out in his head while smirking.