'Should I accept it?'
For a moment, hesitation took precedence.
Of course!
They are giving it to you, so why refuse!
The self that shouted that and the self that asked, Do you want to suffer from this shitty game again?
Were fighting fiercely.
'Okay. Let's trust my gut.'
There had been times when choices were offered, but none had brought a bad influence.
I chose to trust myself and accept it.
The moment I decided, an intense light wrapped around my body and recovery happened in an instant.
The muscles that had been trembling, knotted, and screaming were restored to a pristine state in a flash.
Even the small scars I had before waking up were healing cleanly.
It is a not bad reward.
Since physical pain flew away in one shot.
My body also became lighter, so I could start from the beginning again······ Let's save my breath.
Just in case.
Still, perhaps because I had high expectations, it is true that I feel a little disappointed.
To think it is merely Super Recovery after rolling around like that.
·····Super Recovery?
'Wait, this······.'
Come to think of it, it is incredible.
Super Recovery for a 'Daily Reward' and not a 'Level Achievement'.
Depending on how it is used, couldn't it become an invincibility skill?
To me, whose top priority is survival, this kind of reward is like rain during a drought.
So, mixing in a little exaggeration, even when I am dying, if I swing the sword properly once, Poof! and Super Recovery is cast, isn't it the same as that?
If this were a game, isn't it counting as having one more resurrection coupon?
'Looking at it again, it's a beauty!'
It is very good.
It is a reward I am too satisfied with.
'Uh, as expected of myself! I knew I wanted to buy it as soon as I saw
It has been long since I completely forgot about the refund or truck talk I mentioned earlier.
Let's be together for a long, long time from now on,
[You have received the daily reward.]
[If you fail to achieve the daily training value from now on, a penalty will be given.]
·····What, punk?
***
Clack-
Clack-
Clack.
The pieces on the chessboard moved rhythmically, creating an indescribably large number of moves.
Romero, who wholly dominated that chessboard, glanced at the masked man prostrate before his eyes and opened his mouth.
"Your neck is quite impressive."
"I apologize."
On the neck of the masked man bowing his head, the handprint Lucas left behind remained vivid.
"Right. You provoked him enough. Enough that it wouldn't be strange for him to suddenly burst out in anger."
It was something done with a certain amount of caution.
Since there can absolutely be no exceptions in Romero's events.
'However, before discovering the hidden guard, he shouted······ What on earth is the reason for that.'
He tapped the Knights held in his hand against the chessboard—Clack-clack—and fell into thought.
In the recording magic, before the collar was grabbed, a groan of Groan- was heard.
The masked man says it was a sound Lucas made while exploding with the anger he had been suppressing, but something doesn't fit front and back.
This is, for instance, right.
Pain.
It suits the side of extreme pain better.
"Deyan. If you go to Sir Kraus, check if perhaps he is suffering from an illness."
"······Do you mean a disease?"
"Yes. I am saying this because something weighs on my mind."
"I will receive your command."
Romero moved his gaze to the chessboard again.
One piece on his chessboard moved heavily.
***
"Gasp!"
5 AM, same as usual.
Naturally (?) my eyes opened.
I took a shower, fought a battle between reason and self, and headed to
I summoned the iron sword and naturally tried to do a downward cut, but.
"Ah, what is it again."
My translucent figure reflected in the mirroring system was assuming other stances excluding the downward cut.
Since I tasted the downward cut yesterday, a smile naturally formed at the kindness telling me to taste other things too.
"Right, I'd rather die than suffer."
The one I chose this time was the horizontal cut.
While doing the downward cut, there were many times when it was hard to hold the sword because it weighed quite a bit.
It was because the horizontal cut stance seemed like I could rest it somewhere, so it looked comfortable.
·····That thought was corrected in just 5 minutes.
Whether holding it up or to the right, once I swung 100 times, it was eventually the same, and this side was more painful because I was squeezing out and using muscles I hadn't used.
Only after wrestling for about 1 hour could I barely swing it properly once.
Still, seeing that it was 30 minutes less than the first day, it felt like I had grown somewhat.
However.
[Proficiency of
[Basic Swordsmanship – 0.0101%]
[0.0099% until today's goal.]
Looking at crap like that makes such feelings cool down instantly.
'Right, exactly one hundred times, one hundred times.'
At least seeing the goal became my driving force.
As I did it, watching those numbers change gave a strange sense of accomplishment too.
[Proficiency of
[Basic Swordsmanship – 0.02%]
[You have finished the daily training. A reward is given.]
And this Super Recovery that comes after the arduous training felt too sweet.
The training of
However, the time it took for daily training was gradually decreasing.
'Is this kind of thing growth?'
A sensation I had never felt once in my life flowed thrillingly through my whole body.
[Proficiency of
[Basic Swordsmanship – 0.08%]
[You have finished the daily training. A reward is given.]
Like that, for 8 days, I tried swinging the basic stances 100 times each according to all stances of the 8 directions.
Now, whatever the stance, it seemed I could swing lightly about 100 times.
On the day it became the 9th day, I finished 100 downward cuts.
If it took over 10 hours on the first day, now 3 hours is enough.
I feel less muscle pain too.
Still, Super Recovery should always be sweet······ sweet······ sweet?
'Why is there no reaction?'
The daily reward that naturally followed disappeared.
For a moment, I became suddenly scared.
Since it is no different from the plan being completely crushed when I first encountered the daily reward.
'Wait······.'
It was strange.
Originally, when I filled 100 times, the translucent appearance projected on the mirroring system used to disappear.
However, right now.
'No, why is that thing holding a stance?'
The 'Me' projected over there was holding a stance and waiting, as if urging the next stance.
'Don't tell me······.'
Are you telling me to do 100 of 2 other stances?
I didn't ask expecting an answer, but that thing seen through the mirroring system seemed to nod its head.
Ah, no.
It was a distortion happening in my moist eyes.
I thought again, that it was a kind system that answers if I ask.
"Fuck, I won't do it!"
Adding 100 of another stance isn't simply a problem of the count increasing.
It is that the load placed on the body increases by the square.
Up to 100, I can do it while laughing.
Well, even if I do about 10 more, I can understand.
But adding a set?
Isn't this too much?
I just laid down.
[Will you give up on achieving daily training?]
I don't know.
Belly up.
[You have given up on achieving daily training.]
"Ah, surely not deletion?"
Suddenly recalling the blue-edged warning I saw on the first day, I sprang up, but fortunately, the event of
Instead.
[A penalty is granted due to failure to achieve daily training.]
Ting!
Along with the sound of something snapping, my consciousness blacked out.
***
Gigantic faces encroach upon my vision.
Familiar faces, and faces I didn't want to remember.
-Hey you utter piece of trash.
I told you not to stop me when I touch this bastard.
-Sergeant Park, I am fine.
Please do not provoke Sergeant Kim for no reason, and please pretend you don't know.
-Your direct junior is suffering enough to hang his neck, yet as the direct senior, you just stood by and watched!
-It's all because of you, all because of you.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Those faces were sticking to my body and nibbling away bit by bit from my fingertips and toetips.
"Groan, please stop. Please stop!"
That pain vividly pierces my mind.
But I cannot shake it off, nor can I do anything.
I have no choice but to entirely accept the pain and suffering.
Swoosh-
Tak.
While the pain continued, only the cut changed.
The memories I struggled to forget crawled up.
-Son, sorry.
You have to be filial to mom, right?
Let's die.
Please die, son······.
The knife she held in her hand stabs my body.
"Groan, stop. Stop!"
Once, twice.
Eternally as if it will not end.
It wasn't just this. My joints were crushed like bubble wrap, and my whole body was bent into deformed shapes.
However, what was more painful than the physical pain was the words those things spat out.
"Please stop it······ I feel like I'm going to die like this······ Please······."
But this pain did not end.
Like that, an infinity of time passed.
***
"Gaaaaah! Huff, huff. Huff huff······."
Hyperventilation, hyperventilation is coming.
Where is the bag?
Ah, is there no such thing?
Quickly anything, please.
"Gack, haaaah."
The extreme muscle pain crushing my whole body is muscle pain, but the fact that I cannot breathe is too painful.
Just like a person who fell into water and was barely fished out.
Only after gasping for breath for a long while did I calm down.
Really, I thought I was dying.
'What on earth happened to me?'
Checking the notification that a penalty is granted is my last memory.
There is no memory after that.
However, what is clear is that I experienced something incredibly terrible.
And that I never want to experience it again.
I need fresh air right now.
I tried to raise my body covered in sweat, but I cannot budge an inch because of the muscle pain.
"Ha, this truly feels shitty."
More than the physical pain, the mood is dirty and gloomy.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
I screamed while lying down just like that.
Nothing changed.
Still, a gigantic pain covered my body to the point I couldn't move, and the shitty mood was not shaken off.
I spent a whole day lying down like that.
[Daily training achievement is reset.]
What raised my body was that notification which floated up after the day changed.
***
[Glasco New Student Recruitment Guidelines]
Recruitment guidelines for the selection of new students for academies of each country, including Glasco, were scattered across the entire continent.
The one receiving the most attention this year is none other than Glasco.
Since it was said that the Hero of the Eastern Front, who once heated up the continent, was appointed as a professor, people's curiosity reached its peak.
For a while, people's conversation topics were entirely related to Glasco and Lucas.
"No matter how strong, they say he swept away enemies with just one swing of his sword!"
"No no, I heard he crushed them with his bare hands?"
"I think they say the sound of a beast is heard from him?"
Rumors were increasingly inflated and distorted.
"I heard a new class exclusively taught by that professor is opening this time?"
"If I get in there, can I become strong too?"
"Forget it, no matter how much Glasco is declining, they only accept talented guys. That place doesn't even allow donation admission, so would a guy like you even be possible?"
"I just said it, just said it."
Naturally, interest also focused on Glasco's new lecture that Lucas is opening.
People's gazes were gathering on Glasco.