The First King of Beasts

"Huff.. Huff.. Huff.. ... Huff.. Huf... Fianally.. got to stand.. properly." Dustin muttered, as he struggle to get air into his burning lungs.

"Hmm.. Alright, now that you managed to get to your feet, you should rest for some time before we continue. I'm sure you are hungry." Eir said while bringing forward a trail full of meat. From what Dustin could see, this one was high quality stuff, and like some kind of addict that had been deprived of 'the substance' he gave the trail a particular look.

Eir immediately took off the robe Dustin had on him after noticing that he was finding it almost impossible to even move. He deserved to at least get this much, as after this meal, he would be thrown into another round of training.

Just like Dustin thought, the meat was really the good stuff, and he, without any restraints dug into the pieces of meat and devoured it as fast as he could. Good thing there was a whole jar of water placed beside the trail, if not he would have choked to death a couple of times by the time he finished the contents in the plate.

Just like meant to be, Dustin only got two days of rest, and after the resting period was through, he was made to resume the training. Before that though, Dustin wanted to see just how much the 'training' he had been doing had improved his body, 'it had to have improve it by a drastic margin, if not...' he thought while punching into his palm a few times with a certain expression on his face.

Facing a tree nearby, Dustin took something of a battle pose and using as much strength as he could muster, he struck a punch into the body of the tree, and the results shocked him very much that he couldn't help the smile that appeared on his rather plain expressionless face. The tree didn't shatter or anything like that, but giving the fact that last time he tried to do this he almost broke the bones in his hand, and even then he didn't use his full strength, it was accurate to say that causing the tree to shake was a massive improvement.

'Alright, I'm a bit motivated to resume this hellish torture in the name of training.' He said in his mind while walking away from the tree towards Eir who was sitting with the robe beside him. Really, the man had mastered the Dao of idleness. "I'm ready, let's continue with the training now." Dustin said as he got Eir's attention. Before Eir would do any other thing, Dustin decided to take a look at his status csreen, and just like expected the training Eir was putting him through was really worth it. He was already aware of just how much his strength had increased, but looking at the stat screen now he was very impressed.

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[Stat]

Strength: 37 >> 40

Agility: 40 >> 42

Sense: 32

Vitality: 30 >> 32

Constitution: 5 >> 15

Intelligence: 31

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Surprisingly, the new constitution stat seemed to be more than he originally thought it to be. From the representation, his strength hadn't increased too much, just by three, but then he was able to cause the effect on the hard as fuck tree trunk. It was quite clear without needing much thought that the constitution stat was responsible for that.

After Dustin checked the changes, he then felt as though the world had been placed over him, as he almost collapsed on the ground. He observed his body, and just as he felt the extra layer of clothing over his body, his eyes caught the form of the robe being swayed by the wind all over his body. Really, DAMN Eir and his tricks.

"Let's continue then." Eir said, as he stood up and walked towards Dustin, and then passed him.

The next phase of the training didn't seem like it would be any less painful, and honestly, Dustin wasn't expecting anything less. To get his body accustomed to moving in this robe, Eir requested him to try moving around for a while, and only after he was comfortable enough would he really start the next phase.

It took some time, but after some days of struggle, Dustin finally get used to the weight it exerted on his body, and was able to move around a bit normally. Even though he could feel he wasn't properly ready, Dustin wanted to move on with the whole thing. Eir must have noticed this, but then he chose to go with Dustin's words and they got passed the part where he needed to walk around. The next step was for him to perform the basic exercises he already knew, so Eir once again didn't need to do much, and after a few words he returned to the side to watch Dustin, that is if he wasn't just sleeping.

From simple push-ups, sit ups, squats, etc, Dustin did them all. The only problem with this was that it was harder than it seemed. Doing these simple and basic exercises while wearing this robe was like hell. Dustin couldn't tell whether it was just his own brain processing things like this, but he felt like this robe wasn't as simple as it looked on the surface. For some reason, it always felt like no matter the exercise he was doing, the robe automatically shifted its weight towards parts that would make the exercise more challenging for Dustin. In the end, Dustin was unable to do nothing more than four reps for each of the exercises, even squats. The first part was torture, but right now just trying to get even one more rep into something like a simple push-up felt like utter sadistic torture.

For this phase, the goal Eir set for Dustin was for him to be able to do 200 reps for each of the exercises he had given him, and all of them were to be done continuously. That meant he was to start the next one right after he was done with the other, taking no breaks. For those that required him to use time instead of reps, the goal was 30 minutes. Really, if this shit didn't benefit him much, he would have never even thought to do something like this. No matter how he looked at it, it was simply too masochistic to be called a simple exercise regimen.

'Fucking shit! This is just so... AHH!' Dustin cursed in his mind. It was just that strenuous to carry out, and even though Eir's magic made sure he wasn't badly hurt for long, his mentality was still open to take a hit, good thing his mental fortitude was good. Dustin could see anybody becoming a serious masochist after getting out of this training shit.

Right now he was taking a little break by lying down on the ground after breaking the number five mark on the number of reps he could do for push-ups, just before a tendon tore in his hand causing him to collapse. To get any results he would have put in more, and Dustin had been making sure to reap the full benefits from Eir's magic by pushing himself until he went past breaking point, then he would simply wait for his injury to be healed and his stamina to be restored before continuing. This time though, when he rolled unto his stomach and was about to start doing another set of push-ups, something he wasn't expecting in the least caused him to fall back on his belly and stare blankly ahead of him.

"Sys?" ... 'System, you are back?'

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(A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates, I have exams coming up we are been bombarded with tests these days. I wanted to find we free time and write some chapters, but my laptop has decided to be a bitch.. I really need a new laptop 😪)