3. System

[Initiating System.....]

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[Binding System to the host...]

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[Binding Successful]

[Welcome host. The solo leveling system will do its best to help the host become stronger]

[Assigning Daily Quests]

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Daily Quest

•Push ups (0/100)

•Sit ups (0/100)

•Squats (0/100)

•Running (0/10km)

Time left: 12 hours 32 minutes

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'Solo leveling system?' Just like the one Jin-woo had? So I can become a Shadow Monarch? What about the Architect?' A lot of questions started popping into Trevor's head as he read all the messages in front of him.

Trevor's fists tightened as a smile spread across his face. The appearance of the system was like giving a starving person a feast. He couldn't be more thankful.

He had no idea who had brought him here, nor did he know why he was given such a powerful system. But none of that mattered now, as he couldn't do anything about it.

"If a problem is fixable, if a situation is such that you can do something about it, then there is no need to worry. If it's not fixable, then there is no help in worrying. There is no benefit in worrying whatsoever."

This was a quote he had heard in his previous life and always tried to follow. It was very much applicable to his situation now.

Thinking about it helped Trevor calm down and stop panicking more than before.

'If it's like the system that Sung Jin-woo had, then there must be...' Trevor thought, and suddenly a panel opened before his eyes.

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••Status••

-Name: Ryota Hoshiro

- Level: 1

-Job: None

-Title: None

••Stats••

-HP: 100

-MP: 10

-Fatigue: 40

-Strength: 10

-Stamina: 10

-Agility: 10

-Intelligence: 10

-Perception: 10

-Available Stat Points: 0

••Passive Skills••

••Active Skills••

••Store••

••Inventory••

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'Same starting point, huh? Yeah, this guy's name was Ryota Hoshiro. I almost forgot,' Trevor thought.

'Watashi no namae wa Trevor Williams desu! Sounds weird as hell. Better go with Ryota Hoshiro,' Trevor decided.

He then observed his stats, which had ten in each of them. The current body of Ryota was quite strong compared to normal people. Otherwise, if he was just an ordinary human, he would have frozen to death in the first ten minutes of arriving here.

Well, this strength was just a gift of being born into royalty. The previous owner of the body hadn't achieved this through training or anything. This physical strength was just hereditary and passed down through generations of the royal family.

But that's it. Compared to the people in the One Piece Universe, this physical strength didn't amount to anything.

A sudden breeze blew into the cell, chilling Ryota to the bone and reminding him of the freezing cold that he had temporarily forgotten due to the excitement of the system's activation. The icy gust cut through his thin clothing, making his teeth chatter and jolting him back to the harsh reality of being trapped in Level 5 of Impel Down, the Freezing Hell.

Ryota shook off the momentary distraction and refocused on the quests assigned to him by the system. Despite the lack of penalties for failing to complete the daily quest, he knew this was his best chance at survival. The system might be the only way to build the strength he desperately needed.

He began with the push-ups. His body, though weak from malnutrition and the cold, was driven by determination. He dropped to the icy floor and started the first set of push-ups. Each movement sent shocks of pain through his body, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through. The first ten were grueling, his muscles screaming in protest. However, he found a rhythm, focusing on his breathing and trying to ignore the cold seeping into his bones.

"Push-ups (10/100)"

With each push-up, his muscles warmed up slightly, fighting against the relentless cold. He continued, counting each one aloud to keep his mind focused. At around thirty, his arms began to shake, but he forced himself to keep going. Sweat mixed with the chill, making his body shiver even more violently.

"Push-ups (50/100)"

By the time he hit fifty, his arms felt like lead, and his breaths came in ragged gasps. He paused, sitting back on his heels to catch his breath. His body was protesting, but he couldn't afford to stop. He pushed forward, driven by images of his family, their fate intertwined with his survival.

"Push-ups (80/100)"

The last twenty were the hardest. His vision blurred, and his arms felt as if they would give out at any moment. But he pushed through, driven by sheer willpower. Finally, with a strained, hoarse shout, he completed the last one.

"Push-ups (100/100)"

Collapsing to the floor, Ryota lay there for a moment, chest heaving. His arms felt like they were on fire, but a sense of accomplishment washed over him. One task down, three more to go.

After a few minutes of rest, he knew he couldn't afford to waste too much time. He had more tasks to complete. Pushing himself up, he got ready for the sit-ups.

Ryota powered through the sit-ups, each one more grueling than the last. The icy floor dug into his spine, but he refused to let the discomfort slow him down. By the time he hit fifty, his abs felt like they were tearing apart. Sweat poured down his face, freezing almost instantly in the bitter cold. He fought through the pain, each sit-up bringing him closer to his goal. With a final, agonizing effort, he completed the hundredth sit-up.

"Sit-ups (100/100)"

Breathing heavily, Ryota lay back on the freezing ground for a moment, his muscles burning from the exertion. But he knew he couldn't stop now. He quickly moved into position for the squats, his legs trembling from the cold and previous exertions. Rising and lowering himself with methodical precision, he counted each squat. His thighs and calves screamed in protest, but he pushed through the pain, driven by the desperate need to survive.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally completed the last squat.

"Squats (100/100)"

Exhausted, Ryota sank to the ground, allowing himself a brief rest. His body ached all over, but he couldn't afford to stop for long. He still had the hardest part left: running ten kilometers.

After a few minutes of rest, he pushed himself to his feet, his legs shaky and sore.

The cell was small, so he had to run in circles, but he didn't let that deter him. He started at a slow jog, his muscles protesting with each step. The cold air bit into his lungs, but he kept going, focusing on his breathing and the count.

"Running (1km/10km)"

Each step was a battle, but he found a rhythm, his breath turning into mist with each exhale. At five kilometers, his legs were burning, and his breath came in ragged gasps. He had to pause to catch his breath, leaning against the wall for support.

"Running (5km/10km)"

He rested for a few minutes, letting his muscles relax. The cold bit into him, but he knew he couldn't stop. With a groan, he forced himself to keep going. Each step was a battle, but he pushed through, driven by sheer determination.

"Running (8km/10km)"

His vision blurred, and his legs felt like they would give out at any moment. But he kept going, each step a struggle. Finally, he reached the ninth kilometer. His body was screaming in protest, his muscles on fire. He pushed through, driven by sheer willpower.

"Running (9km/10km)"

As he neared the end of the ninth kilometer, his vision blurred, and his legs gave out. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. His body was done. He had pushed it to its limits and beyond. He lay there, unable to move, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

As he lay there, his vision darkened, and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.

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