As I look down at Millonia, I muse about how light her body is. It still baffles me from time to time how much I have grown for the past month.
When I first came here, I was only 5'6" tall and weighed over 120 lbs, which is undoubtedly small for a male. The lack of muscles also made my body look like a female's, and needless to say I was very weak at that time.
After spending my time for a month here, I am now 6'1" tall and weigh over 178 lbs—I haven't measured my mass, so it's only my estimation. My body is also now decorated with muscles that makes it look slightly smaller than a beginner body builder's.
In the term of Earth, I look like someone who you don't want to mess with in the street.
What makes me excited the most though, is not the muscles decorating my body, but the strength I currently possess. If my speed is ten times of Usain Bolt's, my strength is 8 times Tom Stoltman's.
Due to the extreme strength training Valeria makes me do, I can lift anything that weighs not more than 6300 lbs, which means, if I was on Earth, I would be able to lift a truck! freewebnovel .com
Unbelievable, isn't it? I even can't still believe that I have turned into a Superman in just a month.
"Why are you looking at me as if it is your first time carrying me? You seem surprised at how light I am."
"Well, I am just surprised at how much strength I now possess."
"Hmph! Don't get cocky—you are extremely lacking compared to your 'friends.'"
"They are literally aided by this world's God—they are cheating!"
Millonia gives me a shit eating grin, and I shake her body up and down to wipe that grin off her face. I succeed, but my mood has turned slightly sour.
Starting from three weeks ago, Valeria has been updating me on what the Heroes are doing. Unlike me, who is still "trapped" inside the castle, the Heroes are already exploring the world.
They have joined the Adventurer's Guild, and killed many Demons and Beasts out there. To simplify what they have been doing, they are grinding to raise their level.
I don't need Valeria to tell me that they are stronger than me—I am self aware, so my excitement always vanishes the moment I recall our gap despite the fact that I have already become a superhuman. That's why I have been training like crazy since then.
"Well, anyway, they won't stay above me for long. I will..." I trail off my word as I stare at the wondering look Millonia is giving me. "Is there something on my face?"
"You've changed. If it was a month ago, you would've whined like a bitch about how unfair the situation was."
"I have just adapted to this world." I grunt slightly in irritation.
Ignoring the small grin on Millonia's face, I walk to the audience seat with her in my arms. I sit her on one of the seats upon arriving there, before also sitting beside her.
Silence descends upon us as she puts her head on my shoulder. I don't shrug her head off, because it is not her first time doing it, so I am already used to it.
Besides, having a silent moment between us is a rare chance—quarrelling and fighting are the only things we do—so I enjoy this silence between us very much.
"Well, look who is procrastinating."
Of course, I always never get to enjoy the silence for long, since Darth Valeria always intervenes whenever she sees us not training.
Having experienced many Resets—having died many times—I am no longer afraid of Darth Valeria, so I can keep my composure and turn my head to her calmly. I nod my head politely at her, before giving her a small innocent smile.
"Hello, Miss. Valeria. It seems there is a little bit of misunderstanding between us."
I motion my hand at Millonia, who is still leaning her head on my shoulder while pretending to sleep.
"We have finished our training session a few minutes ago, so we are now resting to recuperate."
Millonia and I are already used to this situation, so we have prepared countless of scenarios to prevent our ass from getting spanked by Valeria because of lazing around. Like always, we can somehow convince Valeria.
"If she is already that tired, it is time for you to do your job then." Valeria nods her head simply.
"I understand." Turning my head to Millonia, I slap the shit out of her with my right right hand. "Oi, bitch. It's time to wake up!"
"Stop, bastard! Don't you know how to treat a woman?!"
"I don't see a woman here."
Like always, we quarrel the moment we have dodged a punishment. Darth Valeria doesn't seem amused about that, but she never stops us even though she is there watching us.
When we have cooled ourselves down, we give a middle finger to each other as a farewell. I then walk beside Valeria as both of us walk toward my workplace—the stable.
I have initially thought that Wyverns were scary monsters, who knew nothing but destruction. Much to my surprise however, after a month of spending my time with them, I realized that they are not so different from cats.
Most of them are Tsundere. There are some like Genelos—the weird ones—but most of them are really bad at expressing themselves; they tend to say the opposite of what they want.
Other than Genelos, my favorite Wyvern in the stable is Tsun—Tsun. She actually has told me her real name, which I honestly don't care, but I prefer calling her that since she is the epitome of what people call Tsundere ... The only thing she lacks is a twin tail hair.
The reason why she is my second favorite Wyvern, though, is because it is fun to mess with her. I always bait her to say something she doesn't mean to, and enjoy the look of absolute regret in her eyes.
Valeria has always found my interaction with the Wyverns fascinating and amusing, but she still scolds me whenever she catches me playing with them. She has told me many times that they are showing some attitude ever since I play with them.
"My helpless mentee, I warn you to not play with the Wyverns anymore. I can't quite stomach the fact that they always get out of their cage to greet you—they are warriors, not pets."
"They claim they always hunt every night to sharpen their skills however, so I don't think me playing with them holds any significance toward their progress."
"It is surprising, but they perform a lot better in the battlefield ever since you take care of them. It is a good thing, however, they don't listen to their original rider as much as they used to."
"Are saying that I might be the cause of it?" Valeria nods her head simply, and I can't help scoffing at that. "Maybe, it is the rider who needs to reflect on what he is lacking."
We stop in our track as we have already arrived in front of the door connecting to the stable. Valeria gazes at me from behind her blind mask, and I can tell by the way she slightly contracts her lips, she is frowning.
"Different from you, those riders don't have the ability to understand their Wyverns. They can only communicate with their Wyverns through gestures, and it becomes harder each day."
I frown slightly. "Those guys are annoying troublemakers, but I believe they won't do something without a reason." Tilting my head with a quirked eyebrow, I add, "I'll talk about it with them. Maybe I can figure out something." fre ewebn ovel
Valeria nods her head in appreciation, then opens the door of the stable. The moment the door is opened, we both can see my pets—the Wyverns I have been taking care of stand in a row in the stable to greet me.
Many of them look reluctant, but I can easily see in their eyes that they enjoy doing it. Genelos, like always, doesn't join the others, but I can see him peeking sneakily at me from behind his cage.
I can hear Valeria's faint sigh from the side, but I just shrug before entering the stable and close the door myself. Valeria has already used to it, so she doesn't even try to stop me.
Click.
The door is closed, and now I am alone with the Wyverns. I pick up a raw, gigantic drumstick in the corner of the stable, then put it on my shoulder like an oversized mace.
"Kuhum! I have heard that some of you have been showing some attitude lately, and I am not amused by this information."
"I didn't do any of that!" Genelos quickly defends himself from inside his cage.
"The dead has no ability to speak!"
"Aye, aye, sir!"
I glance at Genelos' cage briefly, before gazing at the other Wyverns with a frown. Sensing a preach coming at them, all of them immediately put a defiant look on their face.
Of course, that look is not eternal on their face, since my mighty drumstick always does its job in beating the defiance out of them—I use it to beat the shit out of them.
After we have a proper talk, I figure they are showing some attitude lately because they just want to laze around ... So, I beat the shit out of them again.
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