Beat down

The boy who Herald came to know as Sion, now his apprentice in training had been stuffing his face full of food like the starved! Bowl after bowl, his chief was sweating by the time the 5th pot of soup and 30th bundle of bread was ripped opened to be devoured.

'Did Sion have some tragic backstory?' He wondered.

"Well look at you go! I think you just made enemies for a totally different reason" laughed Trish while she slammed her palm against Sion's back. some pairs of eyes watched as other people were glaring at Sion however Sion did not care, he'd left eating till last on daily tasks, he'd ran here so much more than he was used too and had slept all day to make the night his cover while being in the underground.

>> Host please finish daily tasks <<

> Daily tasks

- Run (15km/5km) ☑️

- Eat (25.790kj/10.780kj) ☑️

- Sleep ( 8hrs / 8hrs) ☑️

> estimated time to finish, 01 days, 2hours , 14mims

Daily tasks completed , well done host <<

"Never seen a kid eat like that- must have one impressive 'Second gender'"

"He really took 'we are animals to a new level"

Wiping his face after his last bowl he'd just realised he went over both running and eating intake. Yet the tasks never got harder?

'Could this evolve over time like my status?' He wondered as Trish laughed before shoo-wing away some of Sion's new fans.

If Herald hadn't been interested in the boy than, he certainly was invested now. From what Sion had told him he was 17 nearly 18 but that had come across as far fetched! 'No 17 year old looked like this', but he'd come to find Sion wasn't your ordinary kid. He trusted his 'Second gender' instincts more than his nose, his gut feelings were never wrong. Anyone who wouldn't look at the bigger picture would have labeled this kid off as a human by smell. But that piercing gaze, that commanding aura behind that relatively innocent look of his. Something in the back of Herald's mind scream danger!

"He's not just a human is he?" Trish spoke to his right as he stroked his beard, something he did when deep in thought.

"No he's not, no human I know eats like that. Even the starved wouldn't have been able to compile so much in one go." They both seemed to watch Sion on the other side as Sion drank a nice beer cup that simply had water in it.

"He reminds me a bit of you you know?" Trish teased as Herald shook his head.

"He may now but my gut feeling is never wrong, he's only going to grow. Something tells me this isn't his final form" Herald knew what he was talking about and that's what scared Trish, 'a boy like this was going to be stronger then herald?' A notion like that could only terrify her. Herald was the strongest person she knew, with a dragon as his 'Second gender' and a past to boot that skill and power up. Herald was one of the most fear retired fighters from the 'Night Cage', 'a wise yet stubborn fool'.

So if what Herald said was true, this boy was going to make the Nation's shake, for better or worse it was uncertain.

"Sion! You ready now?" Herald spoke up as he left Trish standing to the far left of the room.

It was a reality slamming conversation that brought forth the saying 'there is always someone stronger than you'.

***

Waking up had never been so painful! Sion didn't dare move as his body ached and screamed. Herald had beaten him up black and blue but left his face untouched because of his job and school. But even if he'd left the entirety of his face alone, his body was punched, kicked, slammed into walls and even a few bones had been snapped or sprained. He hadn't left Sion even a moment to regain breath, the force and speed the guy moved his body was that of a dangerous yet graceful dragon about to silence his prey.

"Fuck, it hurts" he groaned as the voice seemed to take no pity to him.

>> Host you were supposed to be blocking, not the punching bag <<

"Don't you think I know that" Sion snapped as his body seemed to range in clicks and cracks from the total wipeout last night.

>> Host would you like to use you skill Heal?

- yes

- No <<

>> Host status

- Name: Sion Reed (fake name: Sho Night). Skill points: 2

- lvl: 2

- strength: 25

- stamina: 32 >> 33

- agility: 18 >> 19

- intelligence: 9 >> 10

- Age: 17

- Species: Young Lycan (child)

- Title - "King of Dominance"

- Job/N/A/

- Skills - Death, (cause panic and confusion to enemies for 40secs) Life, (Heal only the body 2 times a day) Vanish, (Able to be undetected for 40secs) nullification (pain decreased by 35%) <<

'Wait? Did my stats go up from that first training session?' His bewildered look and confusion clear as day until he remembered what the voice had said previously.

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>> Host you can level up by doing daily tasks and by fighting <<

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So in other words, fighting presented him with experience and Skill points as well as a chance to level up. Yet Sion still hadn't fully grasped the concept of how many daily tasks he had to complete to level up. He was unsure of whether it was a set number or if it was a set goal. That being said of whether he would level up every time he completed 20 daily tasks? Or if he'd level up at a next set goal, like 20 this time but 50 the next?

Now that Sion really thought about it, he had yet to analyse his skill or even any potential concepts of his system? At least that's what he would call it now, saying 'the voice' every time became too repetitive, so maybe he'd call it, 02?

>> Host I am in favour of this <<

That's right, he'd almost forgot that 02 had more intelligence then when he first got the system. So now it was more like he had another person in his head rather than a machine like he did at the start.

'Does that mean I'm like a father?' He cringed at the thought as 02 seemed to laugh at that concept.

>> Host do you wish to use skill Heal 1 time today to cure injuries?

- Yes

- No <<

It had seemed as though 02 was getting annoyed at Sion's constant pain swearing and groaning.

'Yes'

Unlike when Sion used his skill Vanish, a rather warm feeling enveloped him and a sense of new energy buzzed through his being. Watching the small cuts and brushing on his arms disappear was satisfying as 02 simply sighed.

Opening and closing his hands he was amazed at the proficiency of the Skill, it had also healed his broken bones.

>> Praise me more <<

Sion was convinced he had a very unique System, cringing he spoke "you are the greatest 02" this had to be the most weirdest thing he'd done this morning.

Suddenly buzzing interrupted and Sion being grateful for the distraction walked over now fully healed to his clothes draws. His phone being the source buzzed on top non-stop- 'oh shit!' It was Franes! But not only that, it looked like there was 32 voicemails and 54 missed calls! He had taken his phone with him but it had been flat, it had only turned itself on earlier but it had still been receiving them!

What did he say? He'd missed his photo shoot yesterday and had been playing hooky in the underground and getting his body bashed in. What would he used to cover his ass when Franes had told him to stay put only for him to disappear and not answer her calls? At worst she might have thought he was dead.