Liam walked in front of the new mountain wall and turned to look at it. Pulling his arm back, Liam crouched slightly as he got into a proper stance.
The muscles in his arm contracted as he stepped forward and rotated his waist. His fist flew through the air, barely experiencing any of the resistance his other arm had.
His fist moved much faster than he had expected, causing him to lose his balance for a split second and miss the spot he was targeting.
His fist connected sideways with the rock wall, obliterating 18 feet of the entire wall. Cracks reaching 70 feet in length spread towards the top of the mountain, causing rocks to crumble and fall.
Liam jumped back to avoid the falling rubble, shaking his hand as he watched the rocks crash to the ground. Clouds of dust rose from the fallen debris as Liam glanced at his arm.
"Damn," Liam said, still shaking his arm, feeling the strain the punch left on his muscles. "That's a lot stronger than I expected."
"And it wasn't even a proper hit," he muttered. "Incursio really has improved this arm by a lot."
Observing his body more carefully, he noticed that his arm wasn't hurt at all, but all the muscles above his shoulder had started to feel strained.
'My normal body can't handle the strength of the changed arm,' Liam thought. 'That's understandable, given the large difference in strength between the two of them.'
He shook his arm and rotated his shoulder a few more times to ease the stiffness before getting into a proper stance again.
'I need to see what will happen on a proper hit,' Liam thought, swinging his arm straight toward the rock wall.
This time, the punch was also too fast and strong, destabilizing him and preventing him from landing it properly.
'Damn, I need to get used to this difference,' he thought. 'One such mistake in a fight, and I'm dead.'
"Again," Liam said, continuing to throw one punch after another at the rock wall.
With each punch, the mountainside crumbled, slowly caving deeper into the mountain. After every fifteen punches, Liam needed to take a break, as his shoulder had turned red and his muscles had started screaming out in pain.
'My normal body isn't made for this at all,' Liam thought, looking at his red shoulder and pure white arm. 'It's nothing compared to this arm I got.'
'I wonder how strong I would be if Incursio made my entire body like this,' he mused.
Liam stood up and repeated the cycle many more times. Hours flew by, as the sky turned dark, Liam threw one final punch.
This time, however, Liam had gotten used to the strength and speed of his new arm. This allowed his punch to connect properly with the mountainside.
Liam's arm punched straight through the rock without crumbling the surrounding area. The sheer force of his punch didn't dissipate until several feet beyond his arm.
After pulling out his arm, the mountainside in front of him began crumbling, leaving a 2-foot round hole going deep into the mountain. This time, the cracks spread higher up the mountain but didn't cause an immediate collapse.
"Now that was a proper, controlled punch," Liam said, satisfied. The force of his punch, instead of spreading to the surroundings, had now reached a point where it traveled in a nearly straight line.
"Technique still beats raw strength any day," Liam muttered, walking away from the mountain.
Liam's right shoulder had completely turned red. He could barely lift his arm, repeatedly wearing out the muscles over hours of training had placed a lot of strain on it. Although it hurt, he had gotten familiar with the difference in strength between his two arms.
'I didn't expect the gap to be so large,' Liam thought. It had been difficult for him to fine-tune control over his arm because of the huge difference in strength and speed compared to the rest of his body.
Inside his room, Liam retrieved his notebook from his pocket space and began writing. After 20 minutes of writting down his experiences and theories, Liam put the notebook back in his pocket space and headed to bed.
'Tomorrow, I'll start training in the Mirror Dimension. At the same time, I'll need to start laying the foundation of my organization,' he thought, lying on his bed. 'After setting up a foundation, I'll head straight to Wakanda to start recruiting.'
He slowly drifted off to sleep, wondering if he would dream of the two previous holders who had sacrificed themselves for him.
That night, Liam heard soft murmurs and whispers the entire time he slept. Until, he entered a dream in the middle of the night—not one from someone else, but his own.
Inside the dream, he walked through empty streets in a familiar place. It was late at night and the alleyway was dark, three familiar thugs approached him while laughing loudly.
Liam knew who they were. These people were his very first kills in this world. Without any control over his body, Liam watched himself kill them, experiencing the moment from within his own body.
He didn't think his decision had been wrong; after all, they had been attempting to rob him and had guns, which, at that time, were still a danger to him.
'But at the same time,' Liam thought, 'I could've handled it a lot better.'
He was no longer stuck in his own body after his body ran away from the scene, leaving him to stare at the dead bodies, which had yet to fade. Time passed quickly inside the dream. Day turned to night, and night back to day.
It took a couple of days before someone found the bodies in the alleyway due to the stench. Police quickly arrived on the scene, followed shortly by family members of the thugs.
After they arrived, Liam watched the family members break down. After doing so, the dream shattered. Before he could think about what he had seen, the whispers and murmurs began again, coming softly from the back of his mind.
Liam woke up sometime later, the whispers and murmurs continuing right up until the moment he opened his eyes.