"Speech"
'Thoughts'
["Speech Through Technology"]
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After taking a shower, eating, and brushing my teeth, I finally began training. I had been watching videos while eating and noticed I had received another text message.
It was a picture of my house. That did give me a jump in heart rate, along with a bit of paranoia. My house may not be safe anymore.
It was around 9:40 a.m., and I didn't want to stay in the house when something could potentially break in.
I looked through my drawers and found a black and white tracksuit. It was weird because I never owned a tracksuit, but I could only conclude it was the previous Dante who had bought it.
It did seem he was a fan of certain types of media. After all, he knew about Chainsaw Man.
'What's worse, a male Chainsaw Man fan or a female Jujutsu Kaisen fan?' That thought sarcastically formed in the back of my mind.
Ignoring the thought, I put on the tracksuit, grabbed two knives, and opened my front door.
Exiting my house and closing and locking the door behind me, I went for a run. This would be stamina training, and I needed to see how far I could go.
The streets actually had people on them, and many cars passed me by. I didn't live near a highway, and because of that, I didn't always know if people were around 24/7.
It could always be just me in the world for an hour or for an entire day, and I wouldn't notice.
As I was running, I took out my phone and began to type, my faster-than-normal jogging picking up pace as I did so.
Jujutsu Kaisen? No results. Chainsaw Man? Exists. As I searched, my jogging turned full-blown running.
Devil May Cry? No results. JoJo's Bizarre Adventure? No results! I wanted to shout in frustration at that one.
Pokemon? Exists. Final Fantasy? No results. Adventure time? No results. Searching for Cryptids only gave me folk tales and the normal unknown horror equivalent to Bigfoot.
Dragon Ball? Exists. Bleach? Exists. Naruto? Exists. Hunter x Hunter? Exists. It seems like a weird mixture of anime, manga, and video games exists, but some of them are just gone.
Manhwa time, SSS-Class Suicide Hunter? Exists. Solo Leveling? Exists. The Gamer has to exist because Solo Leveling does.
My breathing became ragged from running at full speed for so long, but as I continued, I felt something click inside me, and I felt rejuvenated.
A Returners Magic? Exists. Re: Zero? Exists. Death Note? Exists. One Punch Man? Exists.
'Time for a big one!' I thought as my fingers began rapidly typing.
Berserk? Berserk existed! Godzilla? Exists. Ultra Kill? Doesn't exist, fuck! Hellsing? Exists! Emenince In Shadow? Doesn't exist.
Putting my phone in my pocket, I ran faster. I noticed a worrying similarity between the pieces of media that didn't exist.
Anything that had to do with God or involved killing God—not the Greek ones, the Christian God—didn't exist.
Ultra Kill was the biggest giveaway that someone was stopping media attention about the angels being not so nice. Jojo's was the second flag that I got.
As I ran, I felt like I was getting faster, even though I knew the human limit wouldn't let me get any faster. It felt like I was speeding up very slowly, and every time my fuel tank got low, it somehow jumped back up.
The sore feeling in my legs began dissipating. I grew a massive smile as I felt the wind hit my face in the darkness of this eternally nightly world.
Quickly barreling past people who looked at me weirdly, probably due to the speed I was running, I bolted past street after street.
This feeling was amaz—
"Help... me."
Instantly, I paused. I had just passed by an alley and heard a voice. "Hahh. Hahhh. Hahh." My legs burned as I tried to steady my breathing.
After feeling something just click inside me, that burning feeling became less and less intense.
I turned and walked back to the entrance of the alley. I noticed that as people walked past me, they must not have heard the voice calling out for help.
Cars were going down the street as well. Standing at the entrance of the alleyway, it was dark—darker than dark. It was absolutely pitch black.
Something's off with this alley. I could immediately feel it.
"You know," I said in a louder-than-normal tone to make sure whatever was in there heard me. "Bait used to be believable. Too bad for you; you're dumb enough to think I would believe someone is in that dark ass alley, all alone, and is able to call out for help after being attacked."
Throwing up a middle finger towards the alley just so whatever it was could know that I knew what it was doing, I turned and continued my run.
Quickly getting to top speed once again, I noticed that whenever I would feel soreness in my body and the feeling of having my lungs burning from running, I would quickly grow accustomed to it and increase my stamina.
These clicks I was feeling felt amazing. From what I know of the human body, whenever you work out or stress your muscles, they go through microscopic tears and damage.
The body responds by causing inflammation in the area where muscles begin tearing. These tears tell the body that the muscles need to be rebuilt to be stronger than they were before.
Acute muscle soreness is what causes the soreness, but I wasn't feeling any of that. Did that mean I wasn't going hard enough?
I'm 90 percent sure that wasn't the case because of the way I felt sore for a while.
'Do I have some sort of special body? Is this my cheat?' I thought as I felt myself getting excited.
What I theorize is that my body is experiencing this soreness, but as soon as it is in massive amounts, the body instantly starts the rebuilding process.
Usually, this process is very slow and may take multiple days, but somehow, my body is either instantly or astronomically quickly going through the rebuilding process.
The reason I say this is a cheat is due to one reason. Let's say I and two others work out for a few hours.
Let's say the maximum we can gain is 15 points. The first person working out stops after a few hours, rests his body for two days, and gains all his points after that rest.
The second person doesn't rest but pushes his body to the limit and gains those 15 points by constantly working. This increases his maximum point gain but is massively harder than the first person.
Then there's me. I work out, and the second I've completed the workout, my muscles are automatically fixed and ready to go again. In this case, I can work out for a day and receive the amount of work someone did for a month or more.
That's not all; if my body goes through motions instantly, my healing rate should be impossibly high. I wouldn't be able to heal my arm or legs if they were cut off, but scratches, bites, cuts, or stabs would heal almost instantly as well.
The whole reason I felt like I was getting faster, even though I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, was because I was!
My leg muscles were being rebuilt, again and again, increasing my speed by a bit.
A wide smile grew on my face as I knew what I was going to be doing for the next 24 hours. Maybe 100 push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and a 10-kilometer run every day over the course of a year put into one day wouldn't be so bad.
I turned on my heel and began running back home as fast as I could. The amount of gains I could get from this one day would be insane!
It would cause my body to consume an increasingly growing amount of energy, but I had enough food to last me, even if I needed to eat like a whale.