"Indeed," Master muttered with a large smile, and before I could even stand up, a spear came running down my back and piercing through my lungs.
…
An entire week has passed since the beginning of my training, and it's gotten a bit easier… but facing off against this unknown woman is absolute hell.
Imagine dying hundreds of times… that's how my training with this woman went.
"Fuck this bitch," I muttered as I squeezed my spear in my hand, laying back against the tree while staring up at the starry night sky above us.
It was hard to believe this was all made by magic… and not the actual world around us.
"What did he call it again? A throne world?" I muttered to myself and then took a swing of water, letting it slowly travel down my throat, cooling it down after everything I've been through today.
"Yes, this is a throne world made by his Majesty," A cold and collected voice rung through the air.