The more I read this, the more I liked it.

I wasn’t even sure when it happened—when my casual curiosity turned into real interest, when that interest started to feel like conviction.

But the more I read, the more certain I became.

I liked this.

Why?

That was the real question.

Was it because it was strong? Because it sounded cool? Because it fit what I was looking for?

No. It was more than that.

I glanced at Bobo. He was sprawled across my bed, lazily scratching his ear, but there was a tension in his muscles—a restlessness that hadn’t been there before today’s battles. He was still wired from the fights, still itching for more.

That was it.

Bobo was born for this.

I wanted Bobo to become a World Breaker Ape.

My father wanted Bobo to become a World Breaker Ape.

And the way Bobo fought, the way he threw himself into battle, the way he grinned even when half his fur had been burned off—

Even Bobo wanted to become a World Breaker Ape.

This wasn’t just about picking a strong evolution.

This was a natural path.

The way Bobo moved, the way he fought—it all aligned perfectly with the Breaker lineage.

And this?

This was where it all began.

I locked onto the name:

First Evolution: The Fistbreaker Ape.

The description unfolded in my vision:

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Fistbreaker Ape – First Step of the Breaker Lineage

The first evolution of the World Breaker Ape, marking the transition from raw physical might to controlled devastation.

The Fistbreaker Ape harnesses three fundamental forces:

Kinetic Compression – Storing energy in the muscles from any movement and releasing it in devastating bursts.

Reverberation Control – Channeling vibrations through any medium—air, water, solid ground, even an enemy’s body.

Impact Folding – Strengthening the body's natural shock absorption while compounding energy into a single, exponentially multiplied strike.

This stage lays the foundation for mastering Breaker Techniques.

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I exhaled. This was it.

The first step.

So, Bobo will need to learn to do all three of those things before he can become a Fistbreaker Ape.

And then, right below it—

Core Skill Required: Folding Fist.

I focused on the description:

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Folding Fist

Type: Core Combat Skill

Category: Kinetic Manipulation

Grade: High-Tier Common (Potential to Evolve)

Breakthrough Skill for: Fist Breaker Ape Evolution

Description:

A strike that doesn’t just hit—it echoes. Folding Fist compresses and layers kinetic energy before impact, releasing it in cascading shockwaves. A single punch delivers multiple impacts, traveling through surfaces—ground, air, water, even an opponent’s body—to strike internal structures directly.

Warning:

Uncontrolled folding can shatter bones as easily as enemies. Each fold multiplies force, but exceeding one’s limits can cause self-inflicted destruction.

Evolutionary Importance:

Mastery of this technique is a prerequisite for the Fist Breaker Ape evolution. True Breakers don’t just strike—they collapse defenses from the inside out.

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I clenched my fist.

This was perfect.

A skill that compounded force, making every punch, kick, or stomp exponentially stronger.

But—

It was dangerous.

If Bobo folded too much energy into a single hit without control, he could just as easily shatter his own limbs as he could his opponent’s.

I closed my eyes, thinking.

Bobo had the perfect body for this—dense bones, insane endurance, and an ability that made him grow stronger the longer he fought. But even he had limits.

If he wanted to master this…

He’d have to train his body to withstand its own power. We’d need to start pushing his training to include learning Reverberation, Controlled Impact Folding, and Kinetic Compression.

And that meant tomorrow’s training was going to hurt.

A slow smirk tugged at my lips.

I bet Bobo would love every second of it.

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I woke up to a weight slamming onto my chest.

A very loud, very hairy, very annoying weight.

Bobo.

I groaned, cracking one eye open. “Really?”

He grinned down at me, teeth bared in excitement, his hands slamming against my shoulders like a drumbeat. He was practically vibrating.

Oh. Right.

I sighed. “Bobo. It’s too early for this.”

He didn’t care.

He wanted training.

With a dramatic groan, I shoved him off me. “Alright, alright. I’m up.”

He tumbled onto the floor with a squeak but bounced right back up, eyes burning with anticipation.

I rolled out of bed. My body felt… good. Loose. Relaxed.

Today wasn’t just any training.

And I had a feeling Rhyzar wasn’t going to take it easy on us.

Last night’s cultivation had settled in perfectly. My Beast Space was growing steadily, and the mana flow through my grimoire had been stronger than ever.

Bobo bounced from foot to foot as I stretched. He was ready to move.

I wasn’t.

Not yet, anyway.

We went through the usual routine—puzzles first—and I made sure they were harder than yesterday’s. Bobo grumbled and complained, but he still solved them. With the help of my skill Neural Acceleration, the little idiot was getting smarter faster than ever.

After that, I let the grimoire cultivate while I got ready. The house smelled like breakfast—Mother must have been up already.

As I made my way downstairs, I felt it.

That familiar weight.

Like something was already waiting for me.

And the moment I stepped into the kitchen—

I saw him.

Rhyzar.

Sitting at the table, sipping tea like he owned the place.

I sighed.

Of course.

He raised an eyebrow. “Took you long enough.”

I dropped into my seat. “I was sleeping.”

“That’s a waste of time.”

I shot him a look. “That’s called being a functioning human.”

He ignored me, setting his cup down with a soft clink. “Eat. You’re going to need it.”

I frowned. “…For what?”

A slow smirk stretched across Rhyzar’s face. “You’ll see. I’ve prepared a special place for us today.”

I had a bad feeling about this.

Rhyzar stood, stretching lazily. “You should be happy. Excited even. Like you’re going on your first date.”

I blinked. “My first what?”

"You and Bobo will have the best day of your lives," he added. "You should take it as a fun life experience together; you two are inseparable anyway."

I stared at him.

Bobo chattered, scratching his ear like he was considering it.

I groaned. “Can we just go?”

Rhyzar grinned. “That’s the spirit.”

When we arrived, I realized he wasn’t joking.

The training ground was underground and it was… massive.

A whole world of obstacles.

Stone pillars the size of buildings, lined up in a grid. Massive iron poles, suspended over pits. Chains crisscrossing through the air like a web. A dozen different chambers, each packed with bizarre training tools—some with crushing walls, others with shifting floors. One had floating platforms moving in erratic patterns; another had a series of giant wheels that spun unpredictably, each covered in spikes.

And then there were the dummies.

Not just any dummies—sparring constructs, crafted from reinforced material. Some humanoid, some beast-shaped, all exuding a strange, magical presence.

I turned slowly, taking it all in.

Bobo’s tail twitched excitedly.

Even I had to admit… this place was insane.

Rhyzar clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t get too impressed by all that.”

I frowned. “We’re not using any of this?”

“Oh, we will.” He grinned. “Eventually.”

I exhaled. “Right. So, what are we doing first?”

He smirked.

“Hanging.”

I blinked. “…Hanging?”

“That’s right. Hanging.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You brought me to a place like this… and we’re going to hang?”

“Not ‘we.’” He pointed at me. “You.” Then at Bobo. “And you.”

Bobo cocked his head.

I sighed. “Fine. From where?”

“Your hands.”

I nodded. “Obviously, that’s not so—”

“And Bobo,” Rhyzar continued, ignoring me, “will hang from his teeth.”

Silence.

I turned slowly to look at him. “…His teeth?”

Bobo froze.

Rhyzar just smiled. “Let’s get started.”