"At least I have something to focus on other than the entertainment in this world." He then looks downward; his pants are stretched, and what Eclipshea had done earlier has invoked something inside of him.
He has to occupy his brain with something that will exhaust his entire being; what is a better choice than practicing a body-tempering technique?
Rich people have an advantage in this compared to the poor. First, the nutrition that they need to continue practicing such techniques is incredibly high, and most things that involve improving strength and health are considered ridiculously expensive.
One can only venture into the Realm of the Thousand Worlds and hunt genetic creatures to help them cultivate, but the danger that they need to face will have them dancing by the edge of their lives.
Wasting energy in that place is considered an unspoken taboo. Practicing body tempering techniques might be extremely useful, but it also costs a lot of energy from the practitioner, practically draining them of all of their energy.
Fortunately, humans are social creatures; they hunt with a couple of individuals that they can trust or that have mutual benefits and some sort of agreement.
Leon can return to the Realm of the Thousand Worlds and start practicing there; he does not need to worry about being attacked when exhausted as he has his pet, and he only hunts in the territory of the normal-grade creatures near the stronghold.
But he decided to practice in the true world; he wants to wait for his weapons to be delivered, and he can only hope that his pet is capable of wielding them efficiently and not harming itself during any battle.
Inside an empty room, Leon is using the equipment available for him to push his body to its limit. He can wish for any equipment available in his family, and Eclipshea would send it without any hindrance as she is his personal robot.
For others, it is impossible to enter; even if it is his sister, it is an ironclad rule in their family that no one or nothing other than some special circumstances is to disturb anyone training in the empty void room.
BANG! He drops some weight equipment; Leon is feeling lightheaded; he is wearing clothing that grows heavier with every passing second, causing him to wheeze, trying to gather as much air as possible.
"F*ck! Twofold gravity is truly too much for a beginner like me!" He complains loudly, but he does not dispel the effect and once again tries to stand up.
BAM! Cleo's Clone appears and punches him; he cannot help but vomit after taking the punch, but unfortunately for him, his pet does not stop and continues to beat him up for thirty seconds before stopping.
He is groaning in pain, but he is not angry at his pet, as he is the one who ordered it to beat him for thirty seconds every five minutes.
This was pure torture for him, but surprisingly, for someone as weak-willed as him, he does not stop such a sadistic method of training.
His mind kept repeating the scenes of his suffering. He then recalls the information regarding the dangers of this world. He has decided to himself that he will grow stronger, and if such training hastens the process of his growth, he does not mind suffering.
His pet will not kill him, the room is designed to forcefully shut down if the person inside is in danger, and the thing that he is most confident of is the system; it will tell him if he is pushing things too far.
"Warning! Warning! Host's mind is on the verge of breaking down! Please halt the tempering process!]
Leon weakly raises his hand, stopping the function of the room. He lays there like a dead frog, and he laughs bitterly. His mind was the first one to give up, not his body.
He is disappointed in himself, but one thing that he is good at is finding reasons to keep going.
"Fortunately, I have an invulnerable soul; if not, my mind would have been the weakest part of my body," he mumbles to himself.
He comes out of the room, totally beaten up and exhausted. He just wants to sleep and rest. He takes a deep breath and decides that he will once again return to the room once the system determines that he has rested enough.
After sleeping for only three hours, he is woken up by the system's loud notifications. He is annoyed, but he knows that it was only doing what he had asked for.
Sighing for what is about to happen, he can only brace himself and returns to the void room. This is his routine throughout the entire night; his body is wrecked by the continuous torture he puts himself into.
"Master, your swords have arrived; where do you want me to put them?" Eclipshea quickly greets him as he comes out of the room with an appearance that is clearly different from his usual one.
"@&£€¥$@#" He speaks in a gibberish tone as his teeth are broken and his mouth is broken; fortunately for him, Eclipshea can decipher his command, and she quickly brings the four swords back into his room.
'I need to rest before going back to the Realm of the Thousand Worlds.' This thought flashes in his mind—not just a simple rest that he has been doing but a total shutdown for his brain and extreme rest for his body.
He had a very long sleep; he does not know how long, but he is confident that was the best sleep he had in both lives.
"Huh? Where am I?" As he tries to stand, he is surprised that he finds himself inside a pod. Looking around, he finds identical pods that host other people.
"Master, you have awakened; I have brought you here from the command of your sister; this is the medicinal pod that can increase your strength with every usage; your body was in the perfect condition for it's therapy." Eclipshea appears and tells him what had happened.