On Day One, I sat down and calmed my mind, focusing solely on my body, ignoring the energy of the Monarch's blood, divine energy, or any elemental energy. I focused only on myself, and it wasn’t as easy as I had thought. Focusing only on myself, without any reliance on those energies, proved harder than expected, like stripping down to the bare essence of what made me human.
On Day Two, I swung and practiced with a heavy iron rod. Focusing only on my body without using Aura, Divine energy, Monarch's blood, or any elemental energy was challenging. I felt like a normal human again in this dark room where I couldn’t even see the end or the ceiling. Just me, a simple iron rod, and the echoing silence of the vast, dark chamber. The challenge of focusing solely on my physical body—without relying on the power I had grown accustomed to—felt grounding, almost humbling.
I promised myself this effort would not end in vain.
On Day Eight, my body had become stronger, the initial heaviness and strain easing with each repetition. I could see more clearly in the dark, and the heavy iron rod felt light. I felt lighter, and the main factor was most definitely Martial Arts and my own effort. After the eighth day, I decided to start using Aura with newer, better, and more diverse weapons.
On Day Nine, I found that, while using Aura with a sword, I was wasting too much on my strikes. They were precise, yes, but was it worth it? No. My Aura was not solid but liquid. If I wanted it to move left, it would, but most of it would be wasted.
So, I decided to use a three-section staff with Aura to control the flow of Aura more freely without wasting as much. When I finally got the hang of it, I realized that Aura was strong but hard to control. If I lost focus for even a moment, most of the Aura would be lost in my attacks.
On Day Eleven, I found out that Aura could make the outer surface and middle layer of any object or even myself stronger, but the inner part would remain fragile. If someone thrust their sword into my body, they could spread their Aura inside me and kill me. Aura was definitely not something to use as a trump card.
On Day Twelve, I started using Martial Arts to control Qi. I realized my dantian was the limit of Qi my body could handle. I had a good amount of Qi, but I also found that Martial Arts could only strengthen the outer and inner surface, not the core.
On Day Sixteen, I discovered that I could not use any power simultaneously, except for Monarch's blood, which worked best with Martial Arts and elemental powers, especially when manipulating shadow and fire—or perhaps more accurately, chaos itself. However, it was incompatible with divine energy. Each attempt to fuse them resulted in failure, often with me spitting blood and feeling a wave of pain engulfing my body.
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On Day Twenty, I began...
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Morning time.
In the Fracture Restorer's Alliance building, Soojin sat with one leg over the other in a business suit, and a girl with bright yellow hair stood beside him. Soojin flipped through the pages of a newspaper, his expression calm and focused. The yellow-haired girl stood by, glancing at him now and then, with a look of hesitance. The silence stretched on, interrupted only by the rustling of paper.
Soojin, growing inwardly tired of her glances, finally broke the silence. “If you have something to ask, then ask,” he said, keeping his face composed. “I won’t eat you.”
The girl blinked, taken aback by his unexpected invitation. She opened her mouth to respond but faltered, struggling to find the words to convey what she wanted to say.
The yellow-haired girl, Yeonhee, looked at Soojin nervously. “Is... is Cale also here?” Soojin glanced at her for a moment before saying, “…You mean that dumbass?”
Yeonhee was shocked by Soojin’s choice of words. “Ye-Yes, Cale…” She gave Soojin a forced smile.
“That brat’s in training…” Soojin looked back at his newspaper, annoyed. “The only things he’s asked for lately are weapons.” His voice trailed off, his annoyance at Cale's single-mindedness apparent.
“Then when will he be out?” Yeonhee asked, her tone both eager and nervous.
“If you want to see him, then you’ll have to wait.” Soojin gave her a side-eye with a raised brow. ‘That brat only asks for weapons and food and makes noise, It's been 1 month and 15 days and he did not even send a message to me?!’ Soojin knit his brows.
As he brooded, a loud boom shook the tall building momentarily. A man knocked on the door, catching his attention. “Come in,” Soojin ordered, and A man in a blue uniform burst into the room, panting as he delivered his message. “Sir, an explosion occurred in Sir Cale’s training room!”
Soojin immediately stood and quickly left the office, with Yeonhee following close behind.
‘What the hell is going on in there?!’ Soojin wondered, pushing open the tall double doors with a strength born of urgency. It took a solid five seconds to get the doors fully open, but once inside, he stopped dead, eyes widening in shock at the sight before him.
Cale stood adjusting his shoulder-length dark hair back with his left hand, holding a dark scythe in his right. But most shocking was the destruction before him—everything was obliterated as if a single strike had created a massive gash reaching the ceiling. The surrounding room lay in ruin.
“What the fuck?!” Soojin shouted in shock .Hearing his voice, Cale glanced over his shoulder, his right eye catching the light and glinting with a dark and crimson intensity. On his right eye, a dark mark spreading across his cheek, His lips curved into a smirk, eyes in amusement as he happily and mocking looked at Soojin as he said, “Good morning~”