âStamina traininâ,â the Thunder God said, looking down at the mountains blanketed with darkness. After they had a hearty supper of pickled deodeoks, he had chosen stamina training for their next session.
âUnderstood. I will go prepare.â As Baek Geon-Woo bowed and went into his room, Seo Jun-Ho blinked.
âStamina training?â
âWhat of it? A healthy body houses a healthy mind. Stamina is the marrow of the land.â
âButâŠâ Seo Jun-Ho had a dumbfounded expression on his face. He mustered the courage to speak. âIf Iâm honest, I can only train here for about a month.â
âSo?â
â...Excuse me?â
âSo, what do you want me to do.â The Thunder God grinned. âWhat am I sâposed to do if ya only have a month?â
âUmâŠÂ I donât have much time, so I was hoping that youâd teach me about something a little more profound than stamina trainingâŠâ
âHa!â The Thunder God burst out in laughter, shoulders shaking. He laughed for a long time and wiped away a tear. âProfound teachings are nice. But how am I sâposed to teach someone how to run when he canât walk? Even Geon-Woo can barely handle the training.â
â...â
Couldnât walk? Seo Jun-Ho couldnât move on from that statement. His eyebrows furrowed. â...Iâve never thought that I was unable to walk,â he said.
âThe world is vast.â the Thunder God said in a serious voice, looking over the dark mountains. âYes, I sâpose ya can think that yâer the strongest when yâer at that level. But to me, ya look like a frog in a well.â
â...â Seo Jun-Ho kept his mouth shut. It would be too harsh to say he could do it if Mr. Geon-Woo could.
However, this didnât slip by the Thunder God. It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. His lips stretched as he chuckled.
âDo ya really think that way?â he asked.
â...What are you referring to?â Seo Jun-Ho asked.
âIâm askinâ if ya really think youâre better than Geon-Woo.â
Seo Jun-Ho chided himself for letting his impetuous thoughts show. âIâm sorry. I am not looking down on himâŠâ
âI know as much. Then how âbout this?â He made a proposal. âIf ya beat Geon-Woo in stamina training, I will teach ya about those other things.â
â...Are you serious?â
âHow absurd. Do I look like I have two mouths?â In other words, the Thunder God was saying that there wasnât any hidden meaning behind what he just said.
Seo Jun-Ho took a second to sort his thoughts and nodded slowly. âI accept. Iâm also curious about the stamina Mr. Geon-Woo takes so much pride in.â
âHehehe.â The Thunder God said nothing and laughed.
When Baek Geon-Woo returned, he was wearing a large rucksack like that of a soldierâs.
â...Mr. Geon-Woo, what is that?â Jun-Ho asked.
âIt is a bag. You will need one as well.â He held out another rucksack, and Jun-Ho carefully picked it up.
âHuh?â
It weighed approximately 100 kilograms. He frowned.
âAre theyâŠâ
Were the master and student in on this together?
As he looked at them suspiciously, the Thunder-God grinned. âGeon-Woo. How much did ya put in his rucksack?â
â...Itâs his first time doing stamina training, so I made it light.â
âWhatâs that to do with ya? Make it the same as yâers.â
âExcuse me?â Baek Geon-Woo stared at his master with widened eyes.
The Thunder God ignored him and slapped his forehead before turning to Seo Jun-Ho. âOh! Does Mr. Jun-Ho want to receive special treatment âcause itâs his first time? If thatâs what he wants, go ahead.â
The old man seemed properly annoyed that Seo Jun-Ho had underestimated his student. Seo Jun-Ho let out a light sigh and shook his head.
â...Itâs fine.â Based on their conversation, it seemed that Baek Geon-Woo had been considerate when packing Jun-Hoâs rucksack. But if they werenât on even ground, he couldnât achieve a fair victory.
Seo Jun-Ho handed back his rucksack. âPlease pack it the same as yours.â
â...Itâll be hard since it is your first time,â Baek Geon-Woo said.
âThatâs alright.â After coming this far, it was a matter of pride.
Seo Jun-Ho hoisted the newly packed rucksack on his shoulders.
âItâs about 150 kilograms.â
It was definitely heavy, but he couldnât feel it at all because he was maintaining a thirty percent Overclocking output.
âMr. Geon-Woo⊠Seems used to it.â
His rucksack weighed the same as Seo Jun-Hoâs. However, his face remained placid, even though he couldnât use Overclocking.
âAâight, letâs take a look.â The Thunder God rubbed his hands and looked around the mountains covered in darkness. Seo Jun-Ho wasnât sure what he was looking for, but the Thunder God spent a long time looking around before he nodded. âSince I sent it wet last timeâŠI should send it thatta way.â
The Thunder God summoned a thunderbolt and started to walk slowly. After taking a few steps, he hurled it like a javelin.
Wooooosh!
It shot out like a spear and pierced through the darkness, disappearing into the horizon in no time.
âWhat in the world are we doing?â
Just as the question popped into his head, Baek Geon-Woo started running down the mountain.
â...â
âHey, whatâre ya starinâ at?â
âHuh?â
The Thunder God laughed at his stupid answer. âBring me the remnants of the thunderbolt.â
â...The remnants of the thunderbolt? What is that?â
âWhether it hit a tree, the ground, or a rock, there should be remnants of it, donâtcha think? Bring it to me.â
âThatâs impossibleâŠâ The thunderbolt had flown far away to a place he couldnât see. All he knew was the direction that it had flown in.
âThe average man can see about 4.7 kilometers into the distance at ground level.â
However, this wasnât ground level. It was the highest summit of the Wailing Mountains, with an altitude of ten thousand meters that surpassed even Mount Everest.[1]
âAt this height, I should be able to see at leastâŠâ
Three hundred and sixty kilometers into the distance. And considering that the thunderbolt had disappeared past it, it could be 500 or 700 kilometers away.
âJust how long will it take for us to bring it back?â he asked.
âWell, I sâpose itâll take a few days.â The Thunder God shrugged. He pointed at Seo Jun-Ho. âNo teleportinâ and no ridinâ anythinâ. Ya will only use yer body to bring it back.â
â...â
So, this was the Thunder Godâs stamina training.
Seo Jun-Ho could sense that Baek Geon-Wooâs magic had grown quite a distance away from him down below. He bit his lip hard and spoke, âAlright. But if I win, you have to keep your promise!â
âKekeke.â The Thunder God laughed for a long time as he watched Seo Jun-Ho bound away. As his student and guest disappeared, a stillness settled over his residence for the first time in a long time. â...Thingsâll be quiet for the time being.â
The old man settled on a boulder and closed his eyes.
***
Seo Jun-Ho had raised his Overclocking output to fifty percent.
[Night has fallen. Hunterâs Night (A) has been activated.]
[All stats increased by 10%.]
[Your senses have been sharpened.]
It was dangerous for most Players to take even a single step into the Wailing Mountains at night. However, Seo Jun-Ho could see the world around him clearly.
âMy eyesight has definitely gotten better after the body transformation.â And it had improved even more on top of that with Hunterâs Night. He was even using magic to enhance his sight, so he didnât really have any trouble seeing.
âI think Mr. Geon-Woo has a separate sight-enhancing skill as wellâŠâ
If they could both see well, Seo Jun-Ho didnât think he would lose in a contest of speed.
Seo Jun-Ho turned to the direction where the thunderbolt had disappeared and ran in a straight line. It didnât matter if there were rocks or trees in between. If there was something in his way, he simply cut it down with his sword.
âGotcha.â
Seo Jun-Ho had caught up to Baek Geon-Woo in just five minutes.
When he passed him, he could feel Baek Geon-Wooâs heated stare piercing his back.
âLike you, I have to win this no matter what.â
He increased his speed by another level and shot down the Wailing Mountains like an arrow.
***
âHuff, huff.â
It was his fifth day in the Wailing Mountains, and Seo Jun-Ho was still running. He was currently somewhere in the central region of the Frontier Empire.
He had yet to find any remnants of the thunderbolt. To add insult to injury, his shoulders were starting to grow heavy as well. He had been diligent in emptying his rucksack of water and rations, but the weight of it was starting to loom over his head.
âStill⊠I held out for a long time.â
Four whole days. He had managed to maintain Overclocking for over ninety-six hours. But though his magic energy had been spilling out like a large river, he was starting to reach the bottom. He felt bitter regretâan emotion he didnât experience often.
âIâm sore.â
His low magic level wasnât the only problem. His entire body was screaming, faced with the limit it hadnât met in a long time. His legs hurt after moving without rest, and his back, arms, and neck were also hurting. His body earnestly kept on begging him to lie down, to take a rest, and it started to eat at his mind.
âHuff, huffâŠâ
However, Jun-Ho didnât slow down, even though he felt like his heart would explode if he took even one more step.
âHow long has it been?â
This wasnât some battle with a monster, where he could fall into serious danger if he let his guard down. This wasnât a fight with a fiend with his life on the line. But other than his fight with Janabi, when was the last time it had been so tiring?
He couldnât remember.
â...The Thunder God was right.â
He had to be the one to fight against his limit and break through it.
A frog in a well. He didnât think there would be any way that term would apply to him, but that phrase loomed over him today.
âStamina and muscles are the same.â
If you wanted to train your muscles, you had to lift heavier weights. You had to raise it higher and higher, fail, try again, and succeed before you could strengthen your muscles.
The same was true of stamina. Even as your breath grew ragged and you felt like your brain would melt, you had to keep going and going until you could finally improve. Stamina was just that kind of a beast.
âHuff, huffâŠâ Seo Jun-Hoâs speed slowed considerably. His Overclocking output was also quickly draining like a battery.
âWhere in the world⊠Are the remnants of the thunderboltâŠâ
His willpower started to scatter away.
Seo Jun-Ho realized the scariest part of this stamina training.
âThis damned training⊠It has no end to it.â
Did I actually pass by the remnants like an idiot? How much longer do I have to go? Was this really the right way? What if Mr. Geon-Woo had already found them and had gone back?
The questions kept taunting his mind.
âUgh.â He let out a hoarse cry from his dry throat. He couldnât even swallow now. As he gripped his neck, Seo Jun-Hoâs legs grew slower. His vision had gone white a long time ago. Seo Jun-Ho had simply come all this way through willpower and the mindset that he couldnât stop running.
â...â His knees buckled and hit the ground first before his body fell forward.
There was no pleasure in the world that he would trade for this refreshing comfort. The heavenly feeling soothed his mind and soul.
âOh, it feels so goodâŠâ
He didnât know how long it had been since he reached his limit in training.
The reward for it wasnât small, either.
[You have gained 1 strength stat.]
[You have gained 3 stamina stats.]
[You have gained 1 speed stat.]
[You have gained 1 magic stat.]
The higher your stats were, the harder it was to raise your stats with this kind of training. However, Seo Jun-Ho had done it, and he was overjoyed. Even though he felt like passing out from the fatigue, Seo Jun-Hoâs lips perked up.
âTsk, tsk, tsk. Youâre weak for a youngster.â
When he gently opened his eyes, an old man looking like a tourist held out a bottle of water.
âT-thankâŠMisterâŠâ
âSave it. Drink first.â
Seo Jun-Ho drained the bottle in an instant, and he began to come back to his senses. The old man looked at Seo Jun-Ho as he pointed.
âDid you also come to see that?â
â...Huh?â
âThe thunderbolt that came down a few days ago. I wanted to see it once before I dieâŠâ Seo Jun-Ho couldnât hear what the old man said at the end.
He picked up his shaking body, and his face brightened.
â...I found it.â
A giant tree was scorched by the thunderbolt. He had finally found the remnants.
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