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~Home...~
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'Home at last!' I was extremely tired and irate of everything that went in the last hour so far. Being known as this pathetic guy wasn't easy. My reputation made it so everyone would take any side except, for mine. A curse I'd have to live with for a while...
I wouldn't accept this though... I was accumulatively 47 years old man. I was 30 years older than the body I now possessed, and 29 years older than that dick of a kid Jason. A part of me wanted to get revenge for what he did. To teach him a lesson for being such a rat. However, being physically stronger than him would be too easy of a thing for me to do...
'I have a better Idea...'
I wanted to hit him where it was hard. Somewhere his pride lay, his skills were his pride. I could become something big, even better than him for this... But, would it even be worth it in the long run? Maybe it would. However, naturally I would surpass him, to let him see that he was nothing in the end, to humble him...
"*Sighs~* I'll think about that later..."
I thought about what I could do now to earn some quick cash. The year was 2009, and technology was receiving a surge. Maybe I could take advantage of that. I remembered back in my old life. I read about fanfics regarding spiderman, and how they created popular apps from their previous life to help gain some money.
"Looks like I need to learn coding, and 3D modeling..." I flew upstairs to go to my room, in my field of vision, I was looking at my old VAIO laptop. I had no idea on how to repair the thing at the moment, but hopefully it would be enough for what I wanted to do...
Over the course of 3 hours, I've delved into the realm of coding with an insatiable curiosity. I started by exploring the basics, dissecting the syntax and structure of different programming languages. The more I learned, the more I realized the breadth and depth of the field. With a methodical approach, I divided my time into segments, each devoted to understanding a specific aspect of coding.
The initial hour was consumed by foundational concepts—variables, loops, conditionals. I poured over tutorials, took online courses, and even tinkered with simple programs. Gradually, the puzzle pieces began to fit together, forming a clearer picture of how these elements intertwined to create functional code.
As the time ticked away, my determination only intensified. Algorithms, data structures, and problem-solving strategies became my companions instantly for my mind, Once again I thank the being for granting me such an ability, since it might as well be a superpower at this point. As I continued each line of code I wrote was a step forward in my quest for proficiency. I embraced the challenges, encountering bugs and errors that became my teachers, guiding me toward more elegant solutions.
Three hours felt like an eternity and a fleeting moment all at once as my brain was improving at a rapid pace, my already 10-fold processing speed felt like it had raised to 15-fold. Yet, within this time frame, I found myself navigating through more complex coding structures, developing a keen understanding of object-oriented programming, and even diving into web development basics easily.
By the end of this intense learning session, I wasn't just a nobody anymore. I had definitely transformed, having easily grasped all the fundamentals and advanced concepts from each of the different coding brands, I comfortably maneuvered through them.
Even though It wasn't immediate mastery, per se, for perfect mastery one needed experience to back it up but on a surface level I was already an expert in the field. I wasnt going to mistake though, It was still a massive leap from my ignorance before, to my confidence now—a testament to the power of focused, dedicated learning. I finally took my rest...
"Phew!" I rubbed my temples in mental exhaustion. My mind felt like it had expanded. If I was given that math text book before I felt—No, I knew I could master everything in it in matter of a couple of minutes, maybe in 3 max...
'This must be what peter, Tony and Richard must feel like, but I don't think they would learn something like this quickly.' I didn't know that, but telling myself so wouldn't hurt.
Within 10 minutes of rest, my brain was back to full capacity. I quickly made a few popular games in my old life, like vector and candy crush for now. Games like Subways surfers, Temple run would have to com later when I started 3d modeling.
In another hour that had passed, I set up the basic systems for both games, not forgetting the transaction systems for my eventual income. I placed them both on the Appstore, under the name on 'Anonymous' Cause, why not? Now I just had to play the waiting game...
'On the bright side, money would take a decent amount of time to come in, a month and two months at least. However, this would at least solve my 'long-term' money issues... But now for my short term.'
I still currently had no way of earning money at the moment. The only place I could go to now was a needy construction company and ask for cash for my voluntary manual Laboure. But, them taking a fatso who's short and ugly wasn't going to work... But, if I got through, I would be hitting two birds with one stone, the first bird being equipment, and of course, the second being actual dough.
"This plan sounds great so far... But, I need them to hire me..."
After leaving that task again for my future self, since tomorrow was a weekend. I would be working out and learning how to fight from You-tube videos for the time being, because, why not? Not like I have spare change hanging around to hire anyone to teach me, plus, this method was much safer for me.
With everything planned out so far, I began my new workout routine. This time I would be pushing myself to not just to the point exhaustion, but to the point I couldn't move. It was clear that my body thrives off of pain and suffering, rewarding me greatly for the effort and challenge I could give it, so that I would do...
~3 hours of VERY, VERY intense s-exercise later...~
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I felt my hand numb with pain. A pain so great that it felt like actual fire on my muscles. I just pushed myself through an extreme workout yet I was happy, and let me tell you, it was beyond intense. Every muscle in my body feels like it's been pushed to its absolute limit and then some...
*Thud!~*
I fell to the ground after holding my plank for so long. The sweat pouring down, heart pounding, and my lungs gasping for air—those were just the physical indicators of the sheer intensity. With each rep, each mile, it felt like I was reaching deep into my reserves, tapping into energy I didn't even know I had. This body of mine, I was learning about every moment.
The body Daniel gave me seems to have mutated and become more powerful due to my other two genes, changes that should at least take a month were talking a day or two. Every time I did something regarding my strength, my body seemed to increase all stats to that same degree, a perfect proportional increase one could say.
However even thinking was a struggle... The weight of body felt like literal boulders, and my legs turned into lead. Push-ups became a test of mental fortitude, every inch of movement a battle against my screaming muscles. But I persisted, driven by the desire to push past my limits.
As the session intensified, the pain became almost surreal. Aches radiated through my body, a symphony of discomfort that I couldn't ignore. It wasn't just physical; it was a mental challenge, a battle of wills between the desire to stop and the determination to keep going. But, I loved every minute of it...
Now as I finished, as I catch my breath and feel the soreness settling in, there's a strange sense of fulfillment. Despite the immense pain, there's a quiet pride in knowing that I pushed myself beyond what I thought was possible. Once again sleep had no mercy on me, and thankfully it didn't...
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~The Next day...~
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I slowly opened my eyes, with a feeling of energy washed through me. I quickly got up from my bed, feeling that change in perspective one more... And thankfully my brain was powerful, I was sure that the difference was no illusion.
I got up, however... I realized that my bed was soaked with muck and sweat. To be honest I wondered if I shat myself. But, I ignored that situation for now.
*Crackle~*
*Crick~*
*Crackle~*
My bones creaked, but not out of being unhealthy but as if they needed to adjust. 'I feel different today... More so than I've felt in the last two days...' I thought. I felt lighter, and much, much stronger too...
I quickly checked my status panel
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Name: Alex Young
Age: 17 Years Old and 0 months
Race: (Proto) Human
Weight: 244 --> 237 Pounds
Height: 5'7--> 5'8
Health: 100%/100%
Mana: Nil
Stamina: 100%/100%
- Striking strength: 323.587 --> 372 --> 539 KG
- Grip Strength: 81.241 --> 93 --> 135 KG
- Lifting Strength: 173.804 --> 200 --> 290 KG
- Dexterity: 3.2 --> 4.5 (10 for a normal human male)
- Movement Speed: 10.1778 --> 12 --> 17 mph (current Max)
- Attack Speed: 60.384 --> 69 --> 101 mph
- Reaction Speed: 80 --> 2 fold greater than your Attack speed (Permanently scales to your Attack speed, and can be increased with training)
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I took a look at my new increase and I was left speechless...
My striking power power definitely crossed over the into peak human category, maybe even a little above! I struck with more force of a professional heavy weight champion.
With a weight now at 237 pounds, a lighter version of myself, yet paradoxically stronger. I grew another inch overnight. Standing at 5'8", towering just a bit higher than before, with the feeling the world from a slightly different perspective.
But what truly sets my pulse racing is the strength coursing through my veins. Striking strength, once at 323 kilograms, was now a formidable 539 kilograms, a ton of force. The power behind every strike amplified. Grip strength, lifting strength—93 and 200 kilograms respectively—transformed into a robust 135 and 290 kilograms.
Even my dexterity, now at 4.5 attuned to movements with precision and finesse. Movement speed clocking in at 17 mph, while attack speed soars to 101 mph, bringing me a near unmatched agility and swiftness. Sure I was far from the fastest man alive, but I would get there soon...
My reaction speed? It was a staggering 2-fold greater than attack speed now, my reflex seemed to have honed through my intense training, but I doubt that was the only cause...
Every aspect heightened, every attribute a testament to growth and dedication. This is not just an awakening; it's essentially a metamorphosis at this point.
I had to test my new strength.
Once again, I tested my new speed, and then when the sounds came, they were much more pronounced, my dexterity made it feel like I was a new man. Oddly enough, my punches felt free in a sense, as if my ligaments were far less tangled and restricting.
If I was facing Jason now? The fight would have been one sided, a simply strike to his chin to land me a win, or a brutal single gut punch too. Even though I was fat and helpless looking, my strength couldn't be underestimated now.
Still, I whiffed. That pungent smell needed to go...
I grabbed my sheets and clothing and threw them in the wash for now. I headed back upstairs to hit the shower. But, as I passed by my bathroom mirror, I took a quick glance at myself.
'N-No way... Am I even the same person?' The changes were phenomenal. I was still ugly, sure, but not as much as before at least. I was definitely not in the negatives now. I still had acne though, but it was not at an intolerable degree compared to last time. My body looked slightly more proportionate too.
I looked above, I saw that my hair got a little silker, even my arms didn't look flabby anymore, in fact they actually had a decent amount of firmness to them with slight triceps and bicep development. I even still had fat all over the place, but I was just 'that fat guy' now. A really strong fat guy. I grinned to myself.
I clasped my hands tightly.
"Thank you supreme being, this is a blessing I don't deserve~" With a happy glee. I quickly took my shower. Put on my best clothes, but they were starting to not fit, but that was just barely.
I went through my morning routine, diligently brushing my teeth, and then I headed downstairs, feeling the rush of the day ahead. After a quick yet heavy meal, I rushed toward the door, a little ager to tackle the tasks waiting for me.
But, as I glanced at the clock, my heart skipped a beat. "Alright, let's see what time it is now... W-WHAT!?" The hands on the clock indicated 3:30 in the afternoon. Panic surged within me. How could it be so late already!? It felt as if time itself had been manipulated, perhaps by Cronos himself?
'No...' I corrected myself.
In a moment of rapid realization, it hit me like a lightning bolt. 'Oh, no...' I muttered, smacking my forehead in sudden understanding. There was only one explanation: my intense workout from the day before. I'd pushed myself to the brink, and now it seemed my body had reclaimed the time to fully recover.
"Ahh, Shit..." I cursed under my breath, recognizing the looming problem I'd have to address later. For now, I needed to focus on finding my job...
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