Michael wakes up only to see darkness and two flashing energies colliding. "[Host, this seems to be very bad]," Michael said, confused. "Wait, where am I and what is that?" he questioned. "[Ok, so basically, we absorbed both Mr. Ife's energy slash and your energy, but the issue is two energies aren't meant to be in the same body unless it would explode. At least a human's body, hehe]," the voice explained. "As much as I want to ask, I won't. So please explain how I fix this," Michael requested. "Well, option one is to jump in the middle and hope they accept you. Option two is to forcefully absorb them, risking both physical and soul damage, while the last option is to stay here and let your body die, then you die. So choose."
Due to the mental damage, Mr. Ife caused with his training, Michael didn't understand the fear of death and just walked into the two bursting energies within his body. Both energies smashed from both left and right, causing Michael unfathomable pain as he screamed, "AGHHHH!" Michael's hands were radiating two different colors, one red and the other purple. Finally, after thirty minutes, the energies successfully merged into Michael, giving him relief from the pain. All of a sudden, his surroundings changed back to the dark training room, his face indifferent while his dark eyes became more hollow, like emptiness that could never be filled.
Michael got up slowly since his healing was really struggling to keep up. He hadn't eaten for three days. "Mr. Ife, what is next?" Michael asked. Mr. Ife turned back and said, "WE FIGHT. You can use your energies to your will, while I use only my fist and no energy." Michael nodded without refuting because deep down, he wanted to kill the man in front of him. However, Michael only knew boxing and couldn't use snake fury because he couldn't heal fast enough to keep up. His only option was to see the limits of the two energies he had while relying on his future sight, the eye of oblivion, to see if he could win.
"3, 2, 1, Go!" Mr. Ife appeared in front of the exhausted Michael and punched him in the gut, sending him straight to the wall. He then followed up by dragging him on his legs and smashing him on the ground like a frying pan. "Bleehh," Michael vomited blood. After that, he threw Michael up, but just before he could land the kick he had prepared, Michael stretched out his hand backwards, creating a whip that dragged out of the way since he could see a little into the future. However, that wasn't enough as Mr. Ife followed suit and sped up while using his two legs to smash Michael's spine, causing Michael to lose the ability to walk. "[HOST, YOUR ENERGY IS LIMITED BY YOUR IMAGINATION. THINK OR WE DIE]."
Mr. Ife looked at the crawling Michael and said, "Is that it? The so-called monster? I guess without it you're useless." Michael closed his eyes as he remembered the two energies clashing, also remembered the auto-protection he had before the energy fusion and smiled. Mr. Ife walked up to him about to smash Michael's ribs. "SHUT UP OLD MAN, ENERGY FUSION, DEMON'S MIX!" Michael clapped his hands; right behind him were two big hands made of two different energies clashing into Mr. Ife, causing an explosion within the room, smashing both Michael and Mr. Ife in different directions. Michael, using his last strength, said, "Hahahaha, how does it feel, old man, to know you die here and now, huh? [HOST, I DON'T ADVISE THIS, YOU WILL DIE OR BARELY SURVIVE]."
"That's the point, isn't it, Mr. Ife, for me to kill you? ENERGY FUSION TWO, HIROSHIMA-NAGASAKI!" Michael's body radiated two forms of energy, which made Mr. Ife quickly bring out his sword. "[HOST, STOP THIS. YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!]" "WHO SAID I WANT TO LIVE, YOU BASTARD!" Mr. Ife straightened his sword towards Michael. "Satan's Torture!" Mr. Ife sent a slash which cut the room in half while Michael smiled. "SIKE, ENERGY FUSION 3, DEMON BEAM!" Michael straightened his hands, sending two energy beams of different colors and aura which burnt the ground beneath as the beam and slash collided. The
room shook violently as a big explosion took place, shattering the black substance the room is made with into pieces.
After a few moments, the explosion cleared. Mr. Ife was unharmed, but Michael was on his knees, his hands and knees broken due to energy overload. Using too much energy can destroy the physical body. Michael's body was in the worst shape possible, and he was nearing death since his healing wasn't keeping up due to hunger. Despite this, he was still smiling because Mr. Ife had tortured and trained him to the point where expressing pain was unnecessary if it wouldn't heal. In fact, Michael was also fighting identifix from coming out due to hunger, but still, he stared at Mr. Ife. "What's next, old man?" Michael asked.
Mr. Ife wondered if this was a family thing because how would a child be so insane. He coughed lightly. "Time to eat." The door opened, and the workers who brought food were shocked when they saw the room's condition, but even worse, Michael's condition. "Hey kid, are you ok?" Michael replied, "Of course, now leave. He may kill, but I may eat you."
After the waiters left the room, Michael put his head in the food and devoured all sixty-seven full turkeys. Immediately, his body started to heal. "Crack, crack," his bones were breaking and reforming back to shape until he was fully healed. Then, he stood up and stared at Mr. Ife. "IDENTIFIX." A form dedicated to the sin of envy, coming from the name, turns the user into a monster that kills anything he envies if not controlled. But for a particular reason, Michael wasn't transforming; only his eyes had changed. "Clap, clap, you finally learned how to control. Good. I guess I'll give you the officer card for this training room. My session with you is over. Win that tournament. You have three days to learn more, Michael. And don't forget, you're weak and disappointing until you can kill me," Mr. Ife said as the door closed behind him. Michael sat down on the floor and slept. Even though his body was healed, his mind was exhausted.