Waking up, he felt the phantom pain again, making him want to scream but this time he was prepared.
By holding it in, his eyes turned red and sweat poured down like a river.
After a minute, the pain finally faded and he could breathe a sigh of relief.
"What in the world is that?" he said.
While sitting up on the bed as he tried to make sense of what had happened.
That same attack killed him again. Frustrated, he wanted to investigate, so he lay down on the bed trying to go back.
But after a minute of forcing himself to sleep, there was no sign of his consciousness traveling to that place.
"Why am I not entering the dungeon? Am I doing it wrong?" he said, his eyes filled with confusion.
Shaking his head, he decided to lie down again, but after an hour, as the moon hung high in the sky nothing changed, and he gave up.
"Is there some kind of cooldown to enter?" he muttered.
Instead of wasting more time, he got up from the bed and opened his panel.
...
[Status:
Name: Alexander Versalius
Realm: Second Mana Awakening
Achievements: Traveller
Affinity: Nature (low)
Skills: PlundererAcceleration [1]
Passive Skill: Gentle Regeneration]
...
Looking at his stats, Alexander was surprised to see that the futuristic panel had updated, showing his own realm, which seemed to be at the second level of mana awakening.
"Pretty low," he said, his expression darkening.
Even with his Plunderer skill, his speed of leveling up was not fast enough.
He was already 18, and most nobles his age had already reached around the 8th or 9th stage of the mana awakening realm.
While some even reached the next realm.
If he remembered correctly, the Mana Condensation Stage was divided into nine levels.
The first was the early stage, covering levels 1 to 4.
Levels 5 to 8 made up the middle stage, and the 9th to 10th level was the peak.
After that came the Foundation Establishment, Mana Expansion Stage, Body Aperture Stage, Core Formation, Self Transformation, and finally, Soul Awakening.
After that level, he didn't know much anymore, since these were the lessons he had learned while attending classes when he was younger.
If he remembered correctly, his father seemed to be at the Self-Transformation Stage.
This was why his father was feared all over the kingdom.
Even some elders in famous sects and academies feared his father because of his immense strength.
So, as the child of such a person who wouldn't be a little arrogant?
Standing up, he patted his big, fat belly feeling disappointed.
"Why is this system so different from the classic novels I've read? After gaining some strength, why isn't my fat disappearing?" he said.
Shaking his head, he decided to just lose some weight on his own.
With that, he started doing push ups and ran around the room nonstop.
Because of the improvement in his strength, his stamina was no joke, before he would get tired after about five minutes of running.
But with his agility skyrocketing, along with the improvement in his vitality, his stamina was now much higher.
He pushed through a very tough workout routine inside his room, and by the time morning came, there was a knock at the door.
"Young master breakfast is ready. I'll just leave it here," she said aloud.
"Alright, you can go now, Zemina. Thank you," he said, grunting with heavy breaths while doing a one-finger push-up.
His chubby face trembled violently as he continued the exercise.
"48."
"49."
"50," he counted, then turned his finger into a full palm and collapsed onto the floor.
"My muscles are aching so badly," he said with a sigh.
After resting for a while, he was finally able to move.
He opened the door slightly and took his breakfast. After finishing his meal, he left the plate outside the door and went back to continue his training.
From morning until afternoon, his lunch was brought by Zemina again.
He took a break to eat, then immediately continued his workout.
The fat and muscle began to burn out quickly, because with each tear, his skill Gentle Regeneration repaired the muscle tissue, making it stronger and tougher as he pushed himself harder.
Thanks to his high pain tolerance, this was something he could handle.
Having died twice had taught him what real pain felt like and what he could endure.
As time passed, night finally came, and his room was filled with sweat, the air heavy with the smell of hard work and masculinity.
After having his dinner, brought by Zemina, he continued to work out, pushing himself until he remembered the exact time he needed to sleep.
As time passed, night finally came and his room was filled with sweat, the air heavy with the smell of hard work and masculinity.
After having his dinner, brought by Zemina, he continued to work out, pushing himself until he remembered the exact time he needed to sleep.
He closed his eyes, and yes, he felt it, his consciousness being swallowed, until he lost all sense of his body.
Then he woke up and as he closed his eyes, and yes, he felt it, his consciousness being swallowed, until he lost all sense of his body.
Then he woke up.
"So that's how it works," he muttered, looking up at the familiar blue sky.
It seemed he could only enter this dungeon once a day, so dying meant he had to wait.
Standing up, he glanced around and saw that he was now among the trees, not in the grassy plains.
After spawning, he did not waste any time and sprinted off to look for prey to increase his strength.
With a single step, his whole body burst forward with speed, but then he felt his body become unnaturally light as he began to sink.
"What happened?" he shouted as his upper body hit the grassy ground.
Once again, his body was cut and he woke up in pain.
"SHiiiTTTT!" he wanted to scream, not just from the pain but from pure frustration as well.
It seemed that the mysterious beast was targeting him for some unknown reason.
Just like that, his third day of training to increase his strength was ruined by the beast.
"Just you wait, when I become strong, I'll make sure to make you pay for this pain tenfold," he swore in his heart as he sat up in bed, feeling furious, because who wouldn't be?
It was just like spawning in a game and getting spawn trapped, forcing you to wait for your turn to appear again.
With nothing else to do, he could only do some workouts to burn the fat from his body.
Having a larger build made him an easy target.
So, an intense workout session began, lasting from night until sunrise.
In the middle of his one-finger push-up, the door suddenly swung open.
The people who entered were his mother and Sebastian.
Seeing him doing a push-up with just one finger, both were stunned.
It was such a difficult and heavy feat, and Sebastian, watching him closelymwas completely shocked.
Not only was it difficult because of his weight, but it also required excellent balance.
The fact that he could do this showed that he was already familiar with this kind of workout.
It wouldn't be surprising if a normal kid could do it, since that would be a common feat.
But for a fat and unclean body like the young master's, it was extraordinary.
This of course surprised them. Alexander seeing the two watching him pressed his finger into the floor and propelled himself into the air landing gracefully while showing off his skill.
"Mother, Uncle Sebastian, what's so important that you came here?" he asked, a bewildered look on his face.
Since it was so early in the morning and he was under house arrest, the fact that both of them were here and not just his mother meant that something big was about to happen.