“Alright that should be all for today.” Ashley said as she stretched her body, right as he and Daemon stepped out of the helicopter.“What do I need to do now?” Daemon asked.There isn’t any instruction given to him yet. The furthest that he knows he should do are the fights in the Arena. After this, there’s nothing else other than going back to his room. Though if there are other things that will be asked of him, Daemon is more than willing to comply.“The old guy said that you can rest easy in your room.” Ashley answered; still stretching her body. “This whole thing’s been stressful to you I’m sure. Your body’s beaten up as well. It’d be inhumane to ask anything more out of you this day.”“But I can use the training room right?” Daemon asked.It’s not that he doesn’t want to rest. He does. But the thing is that, he also has to train. The day’s not yet done and there’s plenty that he can still do. His body won’t get sick in the process because of his [Lesser Vitality] so there’s noth
[Warning: There are a couple of disgusting things within this chapter that’s connected to Daemon’s past. Read with caution.]As soon as Daemon fell into sleep, he dreamt of something that happened long ago. A distant memory that isn’t exactly dreamlike in nature. It’s more of a nightmare. Just like everything else that haunts him in his sleep. All the things that’s forced into his brain because of the trauma he’s received from the Academy. And, in that particular instance of his sleep, he dreamt of a moment with the trio that he murdered.Grant.Gerald.Haze.Daemon stood under the bright and scorching heat of noon. There’s nothing to cover him unlike the three who has an umbrella under them. They also have shades and two other pushovers that are fanning them. Keeping them in a comfortable position as they’re also offered cold cans of beer which they enjoyed while they watched Daemon balance a bucket of pee that’s on top of his head.That’s right. They’re making him balance it on top
A thousand and one times. That’s the number of attempts that Daemon had before he could pass through the gates of cultivation and into where he currently is. He doesn’t know it but, whenever he enters the trance caused by cultivation, his perception of time also slows down. Meaning, the amount of time he spent is actually longer. With each attempt lasting half a day on average while the latter attempts span in a day’s worth of time.This is what he had to deal with. This is what he had to suffer through. Daemon had to come past all of this over and over again with the same sensation of getting burnt. Until the flames finally became bearable and he reached the gates of this cultivation., bringing him closer to his goal but, not before having to endure pressing the palm of his hands on a scorching hot metal gate.Daemon screamed from the top of his lungs. He’s brought back to the land of the living, only to see his real hands having a bit of singe on them. And as soon as this is healed,
Alexander stood behind his desk and the tall lass window that lets the morning’s light pass through. A subtle amount that only leaves behind Alexander’s silhouette s, the lights of his whole office are turned off. Just as he likes it. The only thing on in this place is the lamp at the side of the walls. But these do not provide enough illumination to reach him as, these only serve the purpose of lighting the way and making sure that nobody trips. Alex has never been fond of light after all. He likes working in the dark. And in the silence of solitude. That’s how he’s always operated and, those that try to get him out of this only get swallowed by his darkness. One which has grown to the point that it leaves those affected with a cold shudder., The same thing that Christian felt as soon as his father’s menacing gaze is directed at him. “Desmond gave me a report.” Alexander walked slowly towards his table where a glass of wine waited for his hand. The man took it and poured some wine f
Daemon and Ashley finally stopped with their tour and reached the cafeteria. There are a couple of important places that they went to first though. The first being the infirmary. The place that Daemon may never have to visit in this lifetime since there’s nothing to be healed nor cured from him. Everything is taken care of by his [Lesser Regeneration] and his [Lesser Vitality].Then there are the other places of interest including the location of the library and the training hall. With the former being located somewhere near the quarters of the academic scholars. A strategic place to set the library since the scholars close to it are the ones who’ll make sue of the facility most.That’s also why the later mentioned, the training halls, are closer to the quarters of the martial arts scholars. The place where Ashley and Daemon will be able to train and get stronger. There are a total of three training halls. The [Fang Hall] belonging to Leon and his lackeys. The [Claw Hall] belonging to
Daemon and Ashley walked past the same path that they took earlier. Before heading their way towards the training grounds, both of them came back to their rooms first. Taking a bathroom break and making sure they look presentable because, Ashley told Daemon that they aren’t gonna go back to their rooms after talking with their instructor.“She’s probably gonna eat up all of our time so you might as well just stay there and use the equipments early. She won’t mind.”Ashley told this to Daemon as a seeming matter of fact. Like their instructor can’t do anything if it’s Ashley that gave the order. That’s what Daemon feels from what she just said. Though he did still follow the order nonetheless and, after this, they continued on their way.The two of them went through the same points which isn’t confusing at all. Even though the halls look a lot similar, there are already a couple of differences that Daemon noticed along the way. Like how there’s some soft stain on the lower left of the
Just as was suggested, Daemon went on to test the things present in the training hall. It isn’t just some small room where everyone’s forced to fit in. No. It’s a big on that also has a couple of rings for various sports. Though not all of these are covered since it would be impossible to fit every type of ring into a single training hall. That’s why there’s a limit to the types of martial arts that can be picked up and, judging from the materials alone, Daemon can see that a lot of these have to do with the famous ones.There’s equipment for boxing and taekwondo among others. And Daemon began using them right away. Testing out his kicks on the punching bags and trying out his flexibility and dexterity on a small obstacle course that’s made for calisthenics. Daemon didn’t tire himself out too much though. Even if lesser vitality can restore his stamina, there’s no way he’d be able to explain excessive sweating before the training actually began. That’s why he held himself back and wa
There is one big problem that Daemon has to overcome on his own. He needs to show everyone that he’s a capable person. But not just any ordinary capable person. He needs to show them that he’s capable enough of defeating Leon. That’s the level that he needs to display to these bastards in order to gain their trust and, to do that, he has to overcome the training for the day.“Put this on.” Naga told Daemon as the rest of the group are lined behind him. What he’s given is a black wristband which he placed on his left. “What’s this for?”“That’s a counter for all the things you’re gonna do today. The number of push-ups, squats, lifts, kilometers that you ran, calories burned, all those numbers are going to be displayed there.”“Holy shit, are you guys selling these?” Daemon asked. “You can probably make a lot of money out of this you know.”“We’re already selling them.” Naga added. “Though right now, our only customers are the pro athletes all over the world. You might have seen some o