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[Scene Opens – Early Morning]
The sky is still dark. A faint chill lingers in the air.
Inside his room, Zeyren (MC) is fast asleep, recovering from the previous day's events.
Suddenly—
BAM!
The door swings open with force.
Nyx (grinning): "Wake up, brat! Time for training!"
Zeyren groans, pulling the blanket over his head.
Zeyren (grumbling): "Who the hell is yelling this early…?"
Before he can go back to sleep, a strange sensation crawls up his spine—like an invisible pressure weighing on him.
Nyx, standing by the door, is staring at him. His usually playful golden eyes seem… different.
For the first time, Nyx sees MC's face clearly.
His expression stiffens. His body trembles.
For a moment, tears well up in his eyes.
But then—
In an instant, he wipes them away. His usual playful smirk returns, but there's a new intensity in his gaze.
Nyx (loudly): "BRAT! WAKE UP!"
MC jolts up instantly, heart racing.
Zeyren (MC): "W-What?! Who—?!"
Nyx smirks. "I'm Kael's second companion. And I'm here to make sure you don't slack off."
Zeyren (MC): "Wait… training? But it's still NIGHT!"
Nyx (shrugging): "So what? In 2-3 hours, it'll be morning. Might as well start now."
Zeyren (groaning): "This is abuse…"
Nyx (grinning): "Stop complaining and get ready. You have 20 minutes."
Zeyren sighs, glaring at the ceiling.
Zeyren (thinking): "You damn author…!"
With a defeated sigh, MC leaves the room and heads toward the washroom.
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[Scene Shift – Inside the Washroom]
Zeyren sits on the toilet, yawning.
Zeyren (grumbling): "I swear, this world hates me."
Then, suddenly, he remembers something.
Zeyren (excited): "Wait! System, spin today's lottery!"
📢 System Notification:
🎉 Congratulations, Host! You have won…
🔹 133 Superior Monster Cores! 🔹
Zeyren chokes on air.
Zeyren (MC): "H-HOLY—?! THAT'S INSANE!"
Grinning evilly, he says—
Zeyren (MC): "System, can I exchange this Superior Monster Core for SP?"
📢 System: "Yes, Host."
Zeyren (MC): "Perfect. Do it."
📢 System: "Congratulations, Host. You have received 1064 SP."
Zeyren (MC): "Hehehe… time to power up."
Zeyren (MC): "System, show me my body information."
📜 System:
💪 Constitution Level: 4
🔮 Spiritual Power Level: 6
🧠 Mind Level: 5
✨ SP Available: 1064
Zeyren (MC): "Alright, let's put this to good use."
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[SP Distribution]
Zeyren decides how to allocate his SP:
1️⃣ Upgrade Constitution (4 → 6)
• 5 × 20 + 6 × 20 = 220 SP
2️⃣ Upgrade Spiritual Power (6 → 8)
• 7 × 20 + 8 × 20 = 300 SP
3️⃣ Upgrade Mind (5 → 7)
• 6 × 20 + 7 × 20 = 260 SP
📢 Total SP Used: 780 SP
📢 Remaining SP: 1064 - 780 = 284 SP
📜 Final MC Stats After Upgrade:
💪 Constitution: 4 → 6
🔮 Spiritual Power: 6 → 8
🧠 Mind: 5 → 7
📢 System: "SP successfully allocated."
Zeyren (MC) clenches his fists, feeling the changes in his body.
Zeyren (MC): feeling the changes in his body "Damn, this feels… incredible." Okay leave that much sp for emergency healing.
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[Scene Shift – Outside the Bathroom]
Meanwhile, outside, Nyx is waiting impatiently.
Nyx: "Brat, it's been 20 minutes. Are you awake, or did you fall asleep in there? Come out, or I'll come in."
Zeyren (MC): (panicking) "WAIT, WAIT! I'M COMING OUT!"
As Zeyren opens the door—
CRACK!
The wooden door shatters from his grip.
Zeyren (MC): (staring at the broken door) "…Oops."
Nyx freezes.
His eye twitches. He senses something different about Zeyren.
But instead of asking about it—
Nyx (angry): "YOU BROKE THE DOOR?!"
Zeyren (MC): "I-I didn't mean to! I think… I can't control my strength yet."
He quickly blames it on the potion Fenrir gave him.
Nyx (gritting his teeth): "That door was made by my fifth brother! And you broke it, brat!"
Zeyren (MC): "I swear, it was an accident!"
Nyx crosses his arms, taking a deep breath.
Nyx: "Ugh, whatever. Let's go. Rock Head is waiting."
Zeyren (MC): "Fine, fine. Let's get this over with."
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Scene Continues – Training Ground
Zeyren (MC) follows Nyx toward the training ground, still adjusting to his newfound strength. As they arrive, Fenrir is already waiting for him, arms crossed, eyes sharp as ever.
Fenrir's gaze locks onto Zeyren, and almost instantly, his expression shifts. He narrows his eyes, stepping closer.
Fenrir notice something different with Zeyren (MC) body from yesterday but he didn't ask now.
He steps back, pointing to the area behind him—a vast, open field reinforced with large wooden pillars, worn-out dummies, and deep claw marks on the ground.
Fenrir: "This is where you'll be training. Your body is weak, your stamina is low, and your instincts are garbage. We're going to fix that."
Zeyren (MC) sweats slightly but nods.
Fenrir: "First, we train here.
After that
Fenrir cracks his knuckles.
Fenrir: "You'll fight me."
Then, I'll give you a monster core. You'll absorb it, and we will repeat this tomorrow again.
Zeyren (MC)'s eyes widen slightly.
Zeyren (MC): "Wait—hold on! Fight you? Aren't you a little too strong for a first fight?"
Fenrir smirks.
Fenrir: "You wanted to get stronger, right? Then shut up and get ready."
Zeyren (MC): ("Damn it... This damn author isn't even giving me time to breathe! This is just abuse! At least give me a beginner-level opponent first!")
Fenrir's tail flicks slightly as he turns away.
Fenrir: "No complaints. Now, move."
Zeyren sighs and follows him onto the training ground.
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[Scene Opens – Training Ground]
Zeyren (MC) follows Fenrir and Nyx to a large open space deep in the forest. The area is surrounded by towering trees, and the ground is covered in scars from past battles. It's not just a training ground—it looks like a battlefield.
Zeyren (MC) mutters, "I knew this wasn't going to be easy… but why does it feel like I'm about to be thrown into hell?"
Nyx, sitting lazily on a nearby tree branch, smirks. "Welcome to your first day, brat. Hope you enjoy suffering."
Fenrir crosses his arms, his sharp eyes locking onto Zeyren.
Fenrir: "Brat… did you do something? Your body feels different."
Zeyren (MC) sweats but keeps a straight face.
Zeyren (MC): "Huh? No idea. Maybe it's the potion you gave me?"
Fenrir stares at him for a moment.
He knows that potion was for healing, not enhancing.
But after a brief pause, he sighs.
Fenrir (thinking): "It was given by my first sister. Maybe it had an unexpected effect on humans."
Fenrir: "Hmph. Whatever. Just put it to use."
Zeyren (MC): "Use it for what?"
Fenrir smirks.
Fenrir: "To survive."
Zeyren (MC): (.....)
This training isn't about making you stronger—it's about making you survive. And for that, we start now."
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[Phase 1: Body Control & Strength Training]
Fenrir: "You've got power, but no control. That's useless in a real fight. Let's fix that."
Zeyren looks around and sees several wooden logs moving on a small river.
Fenrir: "Get on those logs and balance. If you fall, climb back up. Simple."
Zeyren (MC): "Balance? That's it? Pfft, easy."
Nyx (smirking): "Famous last words."
The moment Zeyren jumps onto the logs—
SPLASH!
He slips and falls into the river instantly.
Nyx laughs hysterically: "BAHAHAHA! That was faster than I expected!"
Zeyren (MC): "YOU DAMN AUTHOR! WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LOOK STUPID?!"
Fenrir (ignoring him): "Climb up and do it again."
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[Phase 2: Endurance Training]
After several falls, Zeyren finally learns to balance himself. But before he can celebrat.
Fenrir: "Next, carry this."
He throws a large stone at Zeyren.
THUD!
Zeyren (staggering): "WHAT THE HELL?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!"
Fenrir: "Run around the training ground ten times while carrying it."
Zeyren (MC): "I KNEW IT! THIS IS TORTURE, NOT TRAINING!"
Nyx (mockingly): "Come on, brat. I've seen baby birds carry more weight than that."
Zeyren (gritting his teeth): "You flying coconut, come down here and say that!"
Fenrir: "Less talking, more running."
Zeyren struggles but keeps going. With every lap, his legs burn, his arms shake, and his breathing becomes ragged.
Zeyren (panting): "This… is… hell…"
Fenrir watches, unimpressed: "You're too slow. If this were a real fight, you'd be dead already."
Zeyren (gritting his teeth): "Then why don't YOU try carrying this?!"
Fenrir (deadpan): "Fine."
Fenrir picks up a boulder 100 times heavier—
And disappears.
Zeyren blinks.
Zeyren (MC): "WAIT! CHEATER! I CAN'T EVEN SEE YOU!"
Nyx laughs.
Nyx: "Tsk, tsk, brat. You challenged the wrong guy."
Nyx (pointing): "YOU ROCK HEAD HE CAN'T SEE YOU , USE ONLY 10% OF YOUR POWER!"
Fenrir nods.
This time, Zeyren barely catches a blur.
Zeyren (MC): "Hah! And that was only 10%."
Zeyren collapses.
Zeyren (MC): "I'm doomed."
Zeyren (MC): "...What kind of monster is he…?"
Nyx (laughing): "Did you just realize how pathetic you are?"
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[Phase 3: Combat Instincts Training]
Zeyren finally drops the rock, collapsing onto the ground.
Zeyren (breathing heavily): "Okay… that was hell. Now what?"
Fenrir: "Now dodge."
Zeyren (MC): "Dodge what—"
WHOOSH!
A giant wooden log swings toward him at full speed.
Zeyren (MC): "ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!"
He barely jumps aside, but another log swings from the opposite direction.
THWACK!
Zeyren gets slammed and sent flying.
Nyx (laughing his feathers off): "HAHAA! Oh, that was beautiful! Do it again!"
Zeyren groans in pain, lying on the ground.
Zeyren (MC): "You bastards are enjoying this, aren't you?!"
Fenrir: "If you have time to complain, you have time to dodge."
Zeyren (grumbling): "Why do I feel like my suffering is entertainment for them?"
For the next hour, Zeyren is forced to dodge unpredictable attacks—logs, rocks, even Nyx dropping things on him from above.
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[Final Test: Sparring Against Fenrir]
Zeyren stands in the middle of the training ground, covered in dirt and sweat. His arms feel like jelly, his legs barely support him, and his breathing is uneven.
Zeyren (thinking): "I… I can't feel my legs…"
Fenrir cracks his knuckles. "Now we fight."
Zeyren (MC): "…HUH?! AFTER ALL THAT?!"
Nyx: "Come on, brat. Show us what you've learned!"
Zeyren (MC): "SHOW YOU?! I CAN BARELY STAND!"
Fenrir charges forward.
Zeyren (MC): "Oh, shi—"
BAM!
One punch sends him rolling across the field.
Nyx (mockingly): "I thought you said you were the protagonist?"
Zeyren (spitting dirt): "I TAKE IT BACK!"
Fenrir walks up to him. "Again."
Zeyren groans but gets up, his pride refusing to stay down.
Zeyren (MC): "Damn it… if I back down now, I'll never get stronger!"
He clenches his fists, determination blazing in his eyes.
Zeyren (MC): "Fine… let's do this!"
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[Final Scene – Watching from Afar]
A shadowed figure watches the training session from the trees.
His eyes are sharp, his presence hidden.
Mysterious Figure: "So… it's finally begun."
A gust of wind rustles the leaves.
Mysterious Figure: "After a thousand years… the game has started."
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||End of Chapter 5||
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