Lish woke up with renewed satisfaction, the strain in his mind nowhere to be felt. He stretched his body, feeling the satisfying pop of his joints loosen after a deep, restful sleep. His muscles felt relaxed yet energized, ready to take on another day of rigorous training and preparation.
"Urghhh," he groaned slightly, stretching his arms above his head and twisting his torso to shake off the remnants of sleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over his room. He could hear the distant chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves outside his window, a serene backdrop to his morning routine.
After a quick breakfast, he immediately headed to the training room, eager to push his stats over 20 so he could later focus entirely on mastering the Blink spell. His steps were quick and purposeful, his mind already planning the intense workout sessions he needed to reach his goals.
As he entered the training room, a familiar voice came through the hologram panel near the entrance. "Young master, I am here," said Luke, his loyal butler.
"Wait a moment," Lish replied, doing a few light exercises to warm up before meeting him. After a series of stretches and jumping jacks, he felt sufficiently limber and walked to the door.
Opening the door, he greeted Luke. "Can you buy a property, a mansion, and some land, without anyone, including my family, knowing? I can provide the money," Lish said. He had stashed away a considerable sum in an untraceable account for just such purposes.
Luke nodded, his expression calm and composed. "Yes, but what is the name of the property?"
"You can put the name as Lucas Adler," Lish replied. "I want a new identification for that person—a new house, a new identity with a solid, untraceable background."
"With money, everything is possible," Luke said, already calculating the logistics in his mind. "It will just take some time to create a new identification and a solid, untraceable background."
"How long?" Lish asked.
"Maybe about a month," Luke estimated. He was already compiling a list of contacts and organizations in his mind, strategizing how to execute the plan and ensure every detail was covered.
"Alright, do it. Create a new identity for Lucas Adler—a 21-year-old unemployed man, a graduate from a language school, around 1.8 meters tall," Lish specified, describing the characteristics of the new persona.
"Understood, young master."
"Moreover, buy a mansion in the Solstice area near the beach and make it his home. You can create a background story about how he acquired the money to buy the mansion in case anyone becomes suspicious. You can use 20 million Stellars from this account," Lish continued, handing Luke the details of the account.
"Everything as you wish," Luke replied, bowing slightly.
"Then you can leave," Lish said, eager to continue his training without further interruption.
"As you wish," Luke replied and left the room swiftly, disappearing like a shadow.
With the arrangements set in motion, Lish returned to his training, his mind focused and clear. He started with strength training, pushing his muscles to their limits with a series of weightlifting and resistance exercises. Each rep, each set, brought him closer to his goal of surpassing the 20-stat threshold.
He moved on to agility drills, darting through obstacle courses, and practicing evasive maneuvers that would be crucial in real combat scenarios. His body moved with increasing fluidity and speed, each movement precise and calculated.
Finally, he worked on his speed, sprinting back and forth across the training room, his feet barely touching the ground as he pushed himself harder and faster. The physical exertion was immense, but he embraced the challenge, knowing that this was the path to becoming stronger.
After hours of intense training, Lish paused to catch his breath. He felt a sense of accomplishment, his body responding positively to the rigorous regimen. He knew that with each day, he was getting closer to achieving his goals and being ready for the academy.
The rest of the day followed the same pattern: train, rest, and plan. His focus was unwavering, his determination unyielding. With the foundation of his physical stats nearing completion, he knew that soon he could turn his full attention to mastering the Blink spell.
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At breakfast, the morning light streamed through the large windows of the dining room, casting a warm glow over the elegant table set with fine china and silverware. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked bread filled the air, mingling with the aroma of the various breakfast dishes laid out before them.
"Lish, you have been practicing hard lately. Please remember to take care of your health," his mother, Seraphina, said with a tone of concern, her eyes soft yet worried. She was a woman of grace and strength, her long, flowing hair framing a face that bore the gentle marks of age and wisdom. Despite understanding the importance of hard work, she couldn't help but fret over her son's well-being. A mother's worry and concern knew no bounds, extending beyond logic and reason.
"Don't worry, Mom, I'm healthier than I've ever been," Lish replied, his mood light and cheerful. His eyes sparkled with a renewed sense of accomplishment. He was thrilled because he had surpassed the critical 20-stat threshold. Now, with his foundational strength solidified, he could devote the next month to mastering the Blink spell, a task that excited him immensely. The idea of teleporting at will filled him with anticipation and determination.
Seraphina smiled softly, though the worry did not entirely leave her eyes. She reached out to gently squeeze Lish's hand. "That's good to hear, darling. But remember, your health is paramount. No spell or strength is worth jeopardizing it."
"Your mother is right," his father, Alaric, added with a stern yet caring tone. "Practice is essential, but you must also take care of yourself."
Lish nodded, appreciating their concern even though he felt invincible. "I will, Dad. I promise."
The breakfast proceeded pleasantly, filled with light conversation and the clinking of cutlery against plates. Lish enjoyed the scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and fresh fruit laid out before him. The food was delicious, prepared by their skilled household chef, and provided the perfect fuel for his day.
Seraphina talked about the upcoming charity event she was organizing, detailing the plans and the people involved. Alaric shared updates about his latest business ventures, discussing market trends and potential investments. Lish listened attentively, finding comfort in the normalcy of their discussions, a stark contrast to his intense training sessions.
"Did you hear about the new exhibition at the art gallery?" Seraphina asked, her eyes lighting up with interest.
"No, what's on display?" Lish inquired, genuinely curious.
"An exquisite collection of Renaissance paintings. I thought we could visit together next weekend. It would be a nice break for you," she suggested, her eyes hopeful.
Lish smiled. "That sounds wonderful, Mom. I'd love to go."
Alaric nodded approvingly. "A little culture is always good for the mind. It will be a pleasant diversion."
As the meal continued, Lish felt a sense of balance returning. The blend of rigorous training and moments of family connection provided a harmony that was essential for his mental and emotional well-being.