Bang!
After returning to the Jinguji Office building, Jingu Yoru rushed into his dorm room like the wind and immediately locked the door tightly.
“Let’s begin, my path to the supernatural!” Then he lay down on the bed and loaded the already-copied “Extraordinary Tendons,” putting on an expression as if he were ready to endure intense pain.
According to a certain webnovel site: When the body undergoes its first enhancement, it will produce intense pain.
During the process, a large amount of impurities will be expelled, and then the user will instantly transform into a muscular hunk.
That’s right.
That was how it worked!
Yoru stared at the ceiling, grinning with anticipation until the corners of his mouth curled up.
Hm…
The ceiling seemed a little yellowed.
There were also cobwebs in the corner.
Several small cocoons hung on the web.
They were already-packaged flying insect corpses.
A tiny spider sat at the edge, its senses covering the entire web, alert and full of crisis awareness.
…
Wait, no.
Why had his mind wandered there?
Where was the strength?
Why hadn’t the power surged out yet?
According to gaming experience, wasn’t this supposed to be plug-and-play?
He had already plugged it in, so why had there been no reaction at all after so long?
Was his posture wrong?
After waiting bitterly to no effect, Yoru rolled onto his side and changed into the most comfortable “fetal curl” position.
At the same time, he opened the panel and examined it carefully.
Character: Jingu Yoru Gender: Male.
Age: 22.
Height: 187 cm.
Weight: 85 kg.
Language Template: System-provided.
Traits: None.
Skills: None.
Owned Templates: 0.
Achievements: 1/10.
Template Awaiting Activation: Extraordinary Tendons (Beginner Gift Pack).
Activation Requirements: 10,000 squats, 10,000 meters of frog jumps, 10,000 dumbbell external rotations, and 10,000 meters of rapid sprinting.
These will enhance the tendons’ strength, toughness, coordination, stability, and explosive power.
…
“What is…?” Looking at the newly appeared line at the very bottom, which was clearly several sizes smaller than the rest, Yoru’s expression suddenly turned awkward.
There were requirements like this?
When he was playing the game, he really had not noticed.
The core of modern web mini-games was idle farming.
Everything could be done with one click, so who would pay attention to tiny details like that?
He felt numb.
People always said life was like a game, but reality could not be played on idle mode.
It had to be done manually.
The key point was that even Saitama-sensei only trained in hundreds, yet he had a system and still had to train in tens of thousands?
This system was too embarrassing.
After learning the reason, Yoru got up helplessly and began making a training plan.
After all, a ten-thousand-level training volume was no small challenge for him.
But if he wanted power, then of course he had to pay the corresponding price.
Hm.
The 10,000 meters of sprinting was the easiest, so he could complete that first.
Although sprinting required running at maximum speed, Yoru felt that he should be able to sprint three to five hundred meters in one go.
Once every hour.
At most, he could finish it in two days.
As for frog jumps, squats, and dumbbell external rotations, he could complete those gradually.
Twenty reps at a time, five times per set, ten sets a day.
At most, that would only take ten days.
Simple!
As a online fitness enthusiast, Yoru had always been someone who only saved workout plans and never actually trained.
But when it came to making plans, he was extremely bold.
After finishing the plan, he immediately ran out the front door and began sprinting laps around the building like a madman.
There was no helping it.
The temptation was too great.
It was like telling a terrible student that as long as he copied the textbook ten thousand times, he could get into a prestigious University.
Who could possibly resist that?
“Charge!” “One hundred…
one hundred, then another hundred!” When Mitani Hana returned, she saw Yoru sprinting wildly around the building while shouting “one hundred, one hundred, then another hundred” as if poverty had driven him insane.
She immediately looked at the subordinate behind her in confusion.
“Did you rush him for rent?
Didn’t I say to slowly deduct it from his commission?” “No!” The subordinate looked innocent.
Hana asked, “Then what triggered him?” “No idea!” The subordinate looked equally lost, having no clue what this newcomer was doing.
“Boss, you’re back?” Yoru jogged past the entrance and casually greeted her, his flushed face covered in sweat and excitement.
“One hundred, one hundred, then another hundred!” “Charge!” As soon as his body recovered even slightly, he immediately set another hundred meters as his target and began the next sprint.
Under the temptation of supernatural power, he simply could not stop.
In his extreme excitement, he seemed completely unable to feel fatigue.
“What the hell?” Seeing that Yoru had clearly noticed her but still ran past without the slightest pause, Hana also became utterly confused.
“Maybe young people are full of fire, and since he has no money in his pocket, he can only use this method to vent,” the subordinate said with great experience.
Although the Jinguji Group’s main business was adult entertainment, their own people still had to pay.
That was the rule.
“Is that really it?” Hana entered the building in confusion.
“One hundred…
one hundred…
charge!” Late at night, even as she was about to fall asleep, she could still vaguely hear a certain hot-blooded young man’s excited roar.
His voice was clearly already hoarse, yet he was still going!
“Youth really is full of energy…” Mitani Hana sighed with emotion, pulled the curtains closed, and lay down on the bed.
She decided to ask him what was going on tomorrow.
…
The next day.
“Ah, hiss…
it hurts!” When Jingu Yoru woke up the next morning, the first thing he felt was how sore and painful his legs were.
The tendon areas around his joints, in particular, were burning hot.
He had been too excited last night, and his mind had remained in a state of extreme stimulation the entire time.
He had sprinted madly in hundred-meter intervals, like he was watching a progress bar tick upward.
He simply could not stop.
Only after he had completely drained his body and entered sage mode did he realize that overdoing it would actually slow down his progress.
Now it seemed that was exactly the case.
His body had not trained in ages, yet he had suddenly performed high-intensity exercise and overloaded it directly.
After getting out of bed, he even needed to hold the wall just to walk.
Looks like he could only lift dumbbells today.
After washing up, Jingu Yoru left the room while leaning against the wall, his steps unsteady.
He planned to buy two of the lightest dumbbells and continue training.
But then…
As soon as he went downstairs, he ran into Mitani Hana in the lobby, just as she was preparing to go out.
As the head of an organization, she naturally had her own home.
However, now that the fighter had been decided, they had to officially begin preparing the fighting organization.
There was too much work to handle, so she had temporarily slept in the office building.
“Boss, going out?” Yoru’s legs were trembling, but his greeting was louder and more energetic than usual.
“Yeah.
Hina-chan has already confirmed that she’s joining, so we need to start making preparations too.” Looking at the energetic young man walking toward her, Hana remembered hearing his hoarse, excited shouting before she went to sleep last night.
She deliberately glanced at Yoru’s trembling calves and smiled.
“Say, what got into you yesterday?
You were running like a lunatic.” “Wasn’t it because the fight you organized last time was too hot-blooded, Boss?
It got my blood boiling.” “So I made an exercise plan too.
Last night was just the beginning.” “I just seem to have overestimated my body a little.” Yoru stomped his sore, aching, and limp thighs, clearly dissatisfied with them.
They were this weak, yet they still wanted to help him farm monsters and drop plugins?
“Training has to be gradual.
You can’t go all out from the very beginning, or your body won’t be able to take it.” Hana had started training back in high school, so she had plenty of experience.
“I’ll call one of the girls from the shop over later to massage you and ease the soreness.
But remember to pay when she’s done!” Yoru said, “Sure, but I need to buy dumbbells first.” “You’re already like this, and you still want to train?” Hana’s tone grew slightly heavier.
“My legs are sore, but don’t I still have my arms?
I can lift while sitting.” Yoru took both hands off the wall, curled them upward, and flexed his not-so-obvious biceps.
A superhuman physique was right in front of him.
Even if he had to crawl through the training, he would finish that training volume as fast as possible.
“It’s just that I probably won’t be able to help you these next few days.” “That’s fine.” Hana shook her head.
“Since we’re officially founding an organization, the referee has to be a professional too.
We won’t need you.” “Then I’m relieved.” Hearing that, Yoru immediately felt much more at ease.
After all, not many places would offer such good treatment, especially when he was still an undocumented nobody.
Hana suggested, “If you really want to train, find a professional coach to guide you.
Otherwise, you’ll easily hurt yourself.” “Professional?” “Our clients?” When the word professional came up, Yoru instantly thought of those muscular men who often bought medicine from them.
“Abusing drugs damages the body.
Don’t learn from them.” Hana replied, “If you really want to train, you can go to Silverman Gym and look for the Muscle Faithful.
A lot of professional athletes are members there.” “Muscle Faithful?” “Is that some new fitness standard?” Thanks to his delivery experience, Yoru had seen many branches of Silverman Gym before.
He knew it was a large fitness chain.
But Muscle Faithful?
This was the first time he had heard of them.
“They’re followers of the Great Muscle Wisdom King.
They worship the beauty of muscle.” “The steel muscles forged through faith and sweat can even become immune to ordinary yakuza attacks.” Hana recalled, “Back then, two major biker gangs were fighting in the street, but two passing muscle monsters casually cleaned them up.” “That strong?” “Then I really have to take a look.” Hearing that, Yoru’s eyes suddenly lit up.
Everyone said gym muscles could not fight.
Could it be that these people were different?
“Be careful.
Don’t overtrain again.” After saying that, Hana brought her subordinates and left in a hurry.
“It’s fine.
The flesh is weak, so I’ll load the plugin and ascend!” Yoru muttered in a voice only he could hear.