I was running.
Running from a den of wild dogs that looked more like wolves than anything that should exist in a civilized empire. My breath burned, my legs screamed, and all the while my mouth was busy cursing not only the beasts behind me but the eighteen generations of Duke Avish for giving me this trainer in the first place.
The man was so bulky, so towering, that I'd thought a giant had somehow wandered into the human continent. And then he opened his mouth, and things got worse.
"Run, boy."
That's all he said before releasing the hounds.
A paw grazed past my leg, claws tearing a line through my trousers. I yelped, stumbling forward. "Damn you mutts! May your fathers be dogs, your grandfathers dogs, and your eighteen generations be nothing but flea-bitten mongrels!"
They barked louder, their howls strangely gleeful, as if they were laughing at me.
"Oh, so you like the curses now, do you?" I spat over my shoulder. "Shameless bastards! Are you after me for sport—or is it my face? I swear, even if I'm only a little handsome, it's still better than your shit-faced snouts!"
Another lunge—this one nearly sank teeth into my backside. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Did you just try to bite my butt?! Where's the dignity in that?!"
Every few strides, I cursed Duke Avish under my breath. Why did I ever ask him for a trainer? Why?! That old fox actually assigned me this demon. If I survive this, the first man I'll kill is that cursed uncle of mine.
…Fine. Let me explain before you think I've lost my mind.
My new trainer, a giant of a man, was assigned to me two weeks ago. I'm convinced the duke wants me dead in the most indirect way possible. This monster of a trainer doesn't talk about "forging a young master's strength" or "hardening my spirit." No, no—he just says, with a grin:
"I enjoy watching you suffer."
That's it. No profound explanation, no fatherly wisdom. Just sadistic honesty.
For days, he's put me through hell. Every training regimen made me wish for death. At first, I only cursed nine generations of his ancestors, being the humble, kind-hearted man that I am. But two days ago, that sadistic bastard actually threw me into this jungle. With dogs. Dogs!
Now I've decided: one day, when I'm strong enough to rewind the flow of time itself, I'll hunt down the first progenitor of this giant's bloodline and strangle him in his cradle. That's the only justice I'll accept.
Meanwhile, the extras in novels get wolves, majestic beasts, creatures worthy of epic battles. Me? The nephew of a duke, descendant of nobility? I get chased down by slobbering dogs. Where is the dignity in that?
One bark rang out especially close. A jaw snapped at my calf.
"Ah, fuck! Can't you at least let me finish my inner monologue before you kill me?!"
Gasping, I pulled a trinket from my space ring—a small hexagonal charm with a blue gemstone at its center. Without hesitation, I crushed it in my hand.
Chains erupted from the ground, glowing with earthen runes, wrapping around the dogs mid-leap. They howled and thrashed, but the bindings held.
Panting, I staggered upright and drew my makeshift sword. With shaky arms, I cut them down one by one, their snarls fading into silence. When it was over, exhaustion slammed into me, and I stumbled back, falling square on my butt.
That's when I felt it—a presence behind me.
A shadow loomed. I turned my head, just in time to see a dog's corpse hit the ground, its neck severed cleanly.
And there he was. My instructor.
The giant stepped into view, his massive frame blotting out the sunlight, his axe still dripping with blood. His expression? A grin—wide, shameless, and filled with amusement.
"You didn't die," he said, as if that was enough praise.
I wanted to scream, to curse his eighteen generations again. But I couldn't. My body was trembling, my lungs burning, yet inside me something else stirred.
Resolve.
I clenched my fists, staring at the corpses of the hounds. This is what it takes. This is the path I have to walk. If I want strength… if I want to change this story, I'll have to endure even this kind of hell.
And so, with sweat and blood soaking the dirt, Rishi Lux Darknorth made his quiet decision.
He would become strong. No matter the cost.
👉 Do you want the next chapter to show Rishi starting to understand aura/mana/ether under this sadistic training, or would you prefer a slower chapter of recovery and banter (with Serenya or his sister fussing over his injuries, giving us some warmth before diving back into hell)?
You said:increse word limitAI Humanizer said:
Perfect — you want the training hell chapter to be longer and more fleshed out. I'll expand Chapter Four with more vivid descriptions of the chase, Rishi's sarcastic inner monologue, the sheer brutality of the training, and the dramatic tension of him nearly dying before his sadistic instructor saves him. I'll also add more reflective bits at the end, showing how he truly resolves to grow strong.
Here's the expanded version:
Chapter Four: Hellish Lessons
The jungle stank of mud, sweat, and blood.
I was running, and behind me, death ran on four legs.
Their paws thundered against the ground like war drums, their hot breath nipping at my heels. Wild dogs, larger than any mutt I had seen in my old world, their eyes glowing with unnatural hunger. Their snarls split the air like jagged blades, and I swore the bastards were grinning.
I cursed them with every step I took.
"Damn you mutts! May your fathers be dogs, your grandfathers dogs, and your eighteen generations nothing but flea-bitten mongrels!"
They barked louder, a chorus of savage laughter.
"Oh, so you like it now, do you? Shameless bastards! You don't even have dignity! What's next, you want me to praise your filthy doggy faces? Hah! At least I'm barely handsome. That alone makes me leagues above your shit-snouted ancestors!"
One lunged. Claws slashed, tearing my trousers open at the thigh. Pain burned, but worse was the hot, humid breath that grazed my skin.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! You almost bit my butt! Where is the dignity of a ducal family heir, reduced to a snack for mongrels?!"
Each bark behind me rattled my skull, growing closer. I tripped over a root, staggered, nearly went sprawling before sheer panic shoved me forward again. My lungs screamed, my throat raw, but the dogs didn't care. If anything, they were enjoying themselves.
And all of this—this humiliation, this torment—was thanks to one man.
My trainer.
Assigned to me two weeks ago by my beloved Uncle Avish—may his name rot—I was saddled with a giant of a man who could barely pass for human. Towering, bulky, muscles bulging like knotted trees, his presence alone made the air heavy. And the worst part? He didn't even try to hide what he was.
"I enjoy watching you suffer," he had told me, when I asked the reason for these death matches disguised as "training."
That was it. No noble speech, no lesson about "hardship forging strength." Just the smug grin of a sadist.
So here I was, chased by a pack of wild dogs in the middle of nowhere, while the bastard probably watched from the shadows, amused.
For days, his drills had nearly broken me. At first, I cursed only nine generations of his ancestors, because deep down, I am a humble and kind soul. But two days ago, when he tossed me into this jungle, I vowed I would one day rewind time itself, track down his bloodline's first ancestor, and strangle him in his cradle.
The extras of this world fought glorious beasts—wolves, tigers, maybe even a lion if fate was merciful. But me? The nephew of a duke, the supposed scion of nobility? I was reduced to prey for slobbering, shit-faced mutts.
Another bark tore through my thoughts. Another lunge snapped at my calf, hot teeth clashing against empty air.
"Ah, fuck! Can't you let me finish my inner monologue before killing me?!"
Desperation seized me. My hand dove into my space ring, pulling free a trinket: a hexagonal charm of silver etched with runes, a faint blue gemstone gleaming at its center. I crushed it in my palm.
With a pulse of light, chains burst from the earth, glowing with golden runes. They shot forward, coiling around the dogs mid-leap, snapping shut with the force of iron jaws. The beasts howled, snapping and thrashing as the chains dragged them down.
Panting, chest heaving, I stumbled upright. My vision blurred, but my grip tightened on the hilt of my makeshift sword.
"Die, you flea-bitten bastards!"
With trembling arms, I swung again and again, cutting them down. Their snarls turned to whimpers, then silence. Blood seeped into the soil, dark and sticky.
When the last chain faded, I collapsed backward, exhaustion swallowing me whole. My body felt like it had been wrung dry, my limbs heavy as stone. My chest heaved, each breath ragged.
Then I felt it.
A shadow loomed over me. The air thickened.
I turned my head, my eyes widening as another hound pounced from the underbrush, jaws open wide, teeth gleaming like knives.
Time slowed.
Its shadow fell over me, its breath hot against my skin. I could almost feel the snap of its fangs closing over my throat.
And then—
A single blur of motion.
The dog's body crumpled to the ground, its head severed cleanly. Blood sprayed, splattering across the dirt.
From the trees, he emerged.
My trainer.
The giant's steps were slow, deliberate, each one sinking into the earth with crushing weight. His massive frame blocked the sunlight, his axe dripping crimson. His expression? A grin. Wide. Shameless. Amused.
"You didn't die," he said, as if that was all that mattered.
I wanted to curse him, to spit in his face and curse all eighteen generations of his forefathers. But the words caught in my throat. Because in that moment, beneath my fear and exhaustion, something else flickered to life.
Resolve.
As I sat there on the blood-soaked ground, my breath ragged, my body broken, I realized one thing with crystal clarity.
If I want to survive in this world… if I want to change the story I already know… I cannot stay weak. No system will come to save me. No protagonist's cheat belongs to me. My strength must be my own.
I clenched my fists, staring at the corpses of the beasts.
"I will become strong," I whispered, voice hoarse but steady. "No matter what it takes."
And for the first time, the giant's grin widened even further.
"Good," he said simply.
The word echoed in my ears long after the silence returned.