Well really he was a bit disappointed that all of his source energy could only make him atmost 200 times more powerful than any human, but then he remembered that the spending of energy wasnt really about size but complexity, and for a pill than can make a mortal a super human, it sure was complex in its own way.
Now that he had fulfilled his plan of becoming a real time superman, all he had to do was test out how powerful he had become and then get used to his new strength. The las thing he wanted to happen again was like the situation from his bed room and this time in pulic as that would only spell trouble for him.
Now then, as an advantage for upgrading his physique, his rate of recovering his xymic energy had significantly improved, if previously it would take him 8 hours to be back to full capacity, now it would only take him abit less than 6 hours. Those are two hours that he wouldnt have to wait to recover his energy.
Not to mention that his energy source had actually doubled, if previously it was like an appartment, now it was two appartments joined together, so basically, all he had to do was improve his physique and.....walla, his energy reserves would improve?
He would have to test this theory just to make sure.
Consisquently, Watts could now feel as if he had more control over his energy, like it could now move smoothly as if a certain blockadge in a pipe had been removed, it was actually comfortable to say the least. And as if to comfirm it.
[Physique is basically everything about the body, strength, speed, defense, stamina and many more. Due to your previous weak physique, half of the energy used during creation was diverted to protect your body from exploding, after all the energy of creation even at level 1 isnt something that a mortal can manage]
[But now, atleast a little less than 2/3 of the energy is used to protect your body from exploding into ash since your body is now a little bit more stable.]
"Phew"
Watts couldnt help but wipe away his immaginary sweat from his fore head, if his energy didnt protect him until now, then he would be long dead. To think that he had been usind the energy very proudly without the slightest clue that it could blow him up, surely ignorance is bliss.
Watts looked at his smart watch and it was already 11:30am, meaning that he was out for atleast 4 hours. And now time for going for work was already over, his boss must be seething with rage like that of a bull right now.
So without further ado, he walked to the nearby coach where he had left his new phone yesterday and sat down as he made a call to his boss. In just a few rings, the other side accepted the call.
"Uhm.....hello" Watts tested the waters, after all his boss was known for being a little bit too abusive when angry.
"What is it Jack, its a suprise you even bothered to call" came a calm reply.
"A_actually, i wasnt feeling quite well, and i found myself waking up late....."Watts tried to explain.
"Dont worry yourself really, the way you looked yesterday, i know you might be facing some problems, plus you have always worked deligently, so you are free to come back when you are okay, though make sure to call me so i can prepare in advance, okay? " the boss replied as matter of fact.
Watts wondered if the sun has set from east today, he had called expecting some real scolding but all he received was.....well, pity?
"Oh, okay. Thank you sir, i really appreciate your hep" he replied
After a few more pleasantries, he hung up. Now, looking at his phone very well, he actually had 9 missed calls from Pistil.
`Oh yeah, i had a fight yesterday and i missed it,` he thought tiredly.
He had totally forgotten the fight with everything that had happened, now he had to go and make some things right. If you miss a fight the first day, it is just a dead fight, but also missing the second day, it just turns out to be a win for the other participant.
And trust him, he wanted to kick `The Jury's` ass as much as everybody does, he wouldnt let him win by default.
He picked up his phone and dailed Pistil's number, the moment the other side accepted the call, Watts almost became deaf.
"What the hell bro, did you become so stupid you forgot about The Jury? Huh" Pistil shouted at him
"Calm down men, i ran into some few complications." Watts calmly replied.
"What do you mean complications, did you impregnant Chloe?" came the sacarstic remark.
"Oh for fucks sake, she's just 8, damn ass!" Watts sighed.
"Yeah well whatever, i dont wanna know about your stupid complications, i want you here in the evening kicking The Jury's ass. You get me?" Pistil exclaimed.
You see, Pistil was one of Watts few good friends, they had met in high school and even dropt out of senior high together since there families could not afford it anymore. He may not seem like it, but he is a one in a million friend.
"I'll be there fucker, though be careful i might kick your ass instead of his"
"Hehehe, i would like to see you try" Pistil then hung up.
Watts looked at his phone and could head but shake his head with a smile. Its good to have good tsundere friends.
`Anyway i should get going` he thought as he stood up and stretched. It was time to go get used to his new strength and make some grossery shopping seenig that he had eaten almost everything eatable in the house.
'Sigh'
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03:12pm. Han's Delicacy Restaurant.
Watts was sitted sturfing his face with food at an alarming rate, all he knew was that he was damned farmished and he couldnt even think straight. He had first gone to the gim for 3 hours to get a feel of how strong he now was, and guess what, he didnt.
Even after so much, he couldnt make himself to even drop a sweat. On asking the system, its only reply was.
[Having a 75.5 stat in physique means that strength, speed, flexibility, stamina, defense, all of them are 75 times more than normal each, these all add up to make one hell of a super human]
Ignoring the fact that the system just cursed, he was going bunkers. Can you imagine lifting 1000kg of metal like its nothing? He almost screamed from excitment, the problen though is that he had to keep the people in the gim from knowing that he was super powerful.
The good thing though is that he got to control his strength a little bit better.
As Watts was lost in thought, a strangely dressed man with a black hood, came and sat opposite him on the same table. Watts raised his head and looked at the man with a confused look.
"Jack Wattison, you are expected to report at this address by the end of this week." the man said in a deep voice as he handed Watts a blank and black card, got up and strolled out of the restaurant.
Leaving behind a bewildered Watts.