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The sharp chill of the stone floor against my back woke me from my not-so-comfortable sleep. I groaned, barely able to move. My body felt like it had been trampled by an army of giants, and my muscles screamed in protest. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Hela standing above me, her gaze cold but filled with a certain amusement.
"Get up, mortal," she commanded, her tone as sharp as ever, leaving no room for argument.
I groaned again, the simple act of sitting up causing my entire body to ache. "Next time, maybe throw me somewhere less... rocky," I muttered, rubbing my aching back.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a glint of amusement in them. "Be grateful I didn't leave you outside to freeze."
"Yeah, thanks for that," I replied, still trying to shake off the grogginess. "So, what's next? Another round of 'let's see how much the mortal can endure'?"
She tilted her head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "You're learning."
And then, without another word, she kicked me out of her chamber, sending me tumbling back into the vast plains of shadows.
I thought she'd train me personally. But it seems like I wasn't worthy of her time yet—not that I could blame her. I was a weak mortal.
"Okay, system," I muttered, "buy me a food box and tell me what I should do next."
Ding!
1 Food Box added to inventory.
Host: You should start practicing the Saitama training. And be cautious—once you start, you can't miss a single day of training.
I nodded to myself. There was no turning back now. After eating the contents of the food box, I checked the system interface, which displayed my current status:
Sign-In Chance: 1
Points: 1100
"System, sign me in," I said, eager for any kind of reward.
Ding!
Congratulations, host! You've received 1 Premium Food Token.
"Wait, what? Food token?" I sighed in frustration. "Come on, give me something useful. What's with the food token?"
Host: Sign-in rewards are random.
"Ugh, fine. Whatever. Let's just get to the Saitama training."
System: Daily Mission: Do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run a 10km marathon.
Reward: Random Gift Box.
"Okay, let's do this…"
Six Hours Later
I couldn't move. My body felt like it was going to shut down. Every muscle screamed in agony, and I was panting heavily. "Saitama... is a real goat," I muttered through gritted teeth. "How the hell did he do this?"
I staggered to my feet, barely able to stand. "I completed the side mission system. Where's my reward?"
"Wait, buy 100 meal boxes," I ordered, feeling my exhaustion weigh me down even further.
Ding!
100 Meal Boxes added to inventory.
Remaining Points: 999.
"System, sort out the food boxes and separate the bread, water bottles, and protein bars into individual slots."
Ding!
Successfully created bread, water, and protein bar slots.
I grabbed a piece of bread and a water bottle from the inventory. As I chewed and drank, I checked my reward from the training mission.
Ding!
Congratulations, host! You've received a pair of weighted clothes (10kg) and a pair of running shoes.
"Wait, no breathing techniques or anything like that? Just clothes and shoes?" I asked, almost disappointed.
Host: These items are rewards for your physical training. The weighted clothes will help you build strength, and the shoes will improve your endurance. No shortcuts. Only hard work.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," I muttered. "At least these shoes better be durable."
I put on the weighted clothes, feeling the weight settle over my body. The shoes felt lighter than expected, though they looked sturdy. I could already tell they'd help with running. Still, the weight of the clothes felt like a constant reminder of just how far I had to go.
Later That Day...
I was back on the plains of shadows, struggling to catch my breath after another round of running with the new shoes and weighted clothes. My legs burned with every step, and sweat dripped down my face. I glanced up to find Hela watching me from a distance, her expression unreadable, but I could sense the amusement in her gaze.
"You must find this entertaining, don't you?" I called out, still panting, barely able to keep my balance.
Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "A weak mortal struggling to survive is always a fun show."
I couldn't help but scoff. "Yeah, I know. The great Hela must be entertained by watching me suffer."
"Entertained?" She arched an eyebrow, as if the word didn't fit her mood. "I'm impressed. Not many survive long enough to even get this far. But whether you're worthy of my training... well, that remains to be seen."
I grit my teeth. "You can stop pretending you're not interested, Hela. You might be cold, but even you can't deny I have potential."
She didn't respond immediately. Instead, she stepped forward, her presence imposing as always. "Potential?" she repeated, as if savoring the word. "Perhaps you do. But if you want my training, you will have to prove it. I don't waste time on those who can't handle it."
I shook my head, exhaling sharply. "Fine, I'll prove it. Just don't expect me to quit anytime soon."
Hela's smile faded slightly as she observed me closely, her cold eyes searching for any sign of weakness. "Amusing," she murmured, before turning her gaze back to the horizon. "But you still have much to learn. The road ahead will not be easy."
As the day wore on, I continued my training, the weight of the 10kg clothes a constant reminder of the effort it would take to grow stronger. The shoes helped with my endurance, but every muscle in my body screamed at me to stop.
But I didn't.
I wouldn't stop.
End of Chapter 6