Volume 2 Chapter 6 Special Training and Monster Hunting
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I’d finally seen a local use Magic with my own eyes.
My honest take? It wasn’t all that impressive.
Still, seeing what was actually possible was a massive lead.
If the people of this world could pull it off, I could too.
I planned to copy them-shamelessly and extensively.
* * *
Day One of Training.
I had ten days.
I decided to spend the first five on strength training and the final five on Magic.
I started my routine in my room immediately.
Since I didn’t have any equipment, I stuck to bodyweight exercises.
I propped my toes up on the bed, hands on the floor, and hammered out decline push-ups.
I pushed until failure, hitting that absolute limit where my muscles simply gave out.
That was one set.
After a one-minute breather, I dove into set two.
Another minute of rest, then set three.
By the end, my muscle fibers were shredded-damaged and screaming.
That finished the work for my arms.
I followed the same logic for everything else: abs, back, chest, thighs…
I painstakingly tortured every muscle group in sequence.
By the time I finished a full circuit, I was a total wreck.
Delayed onset muscle soreness hit me like a freight train.
I couldn’t stop my limbs from trembling, and my breath came in ragged, heavy gasps.
An hour passed.
Time for fuel.
I choked down the hard bread, jerky, and milk I’d bought for nutrition.
”Alright… let’s do this. Heal¹.”
The soreness vanished instantly.
Total recovery.
With my body reset, I went right back to the beginning of the menu.
(Just as I thought. I’m forcing a state of super-compensation²!)
During the second circuit, I could actually do more reps than the first. That was the proof.
When muscle fibers recover, they over-correct, growing larger and stronger than they were before the damage. Usually, this process takes about three days of rest. But with Heal³? I was triggering it in a heartbeat.
I’d had a hunch. Magic doesn’t just “reset” the body; it accelerates natural self-healing. So, if I pushed my muscles to the breaking point, loaded up on nutrients, and then cast Heal⁴, I could force a cycle of hyper-growth.
If I could pull off thirty cycles of super-compensation⁵ in five days, that was the equivalent of ninety days of training on Earth. Three months of non-stop grinding condensed into less than a week. My body was going to transform.
Back home, my shoulders were shot and my knees were toast, but here, I was brand new. If Earth’s bodybuilders knew about this, they’d be lining up to teleport here.
I spent the rest of the day in a cycle of torture and recovery. In that cramped, empty one-room apartment, I silently faced my limits. Normally, two hours of this would leave a man spent. In this endless hell of effort, my mind began to fray.
* * *
Day Two of Training.
The gut was already gone. I’d leaned out significantly. I’d probably dropped five kilograms since the day I arrived. After a quick breakfast, the hell began again.
I put myself through the same torture. In that relentless loop, the tears, snot, and sweat all started to run together. Basically, every fluid my body could produce was leaking out of me.
I didn’t stop to wonder why I was doing this. In a vacuum of infinite suffering, you lose the capacity for complex thought. Only the desperate urge to return to my family kept my limbs moving.
At noon, I hit the market to restock on hard bread, milk, and pig jerky. As soon as I got back, the grind resumed. The floor was slick with puddles of my own sweat. I’d mop it up with a towel and wring it out over the Item Box⁶. I would have preferred to do this outside, but I didn’t want the locals thinking I’d lost my mind. So, I stayed in my box and kept pushing.
* * *
Day Three of Training.
When I woke up, I noticed my arms were noticeably thicker. My chest felt tight and powerful. Bodyweight exercises weren’t cutting it anymore.
I found a decent-sized boulder in the inn’s garden and lugged it upstairs. I did squats with the rock on my shoulders. I did push-ups with it on my back. I did floor presses, benching the stone with just my raw arm strength. I spent more and more time “playing” with that rock.
* * *
Day Four of Training.
The grind continued. I’d scavenged a few more rocks of various sizes from the garden. I used them to micro-adjust the weight, ensuring I was hitting the absolute limit for every specific muscle group.
I wasn’t a man anymore. I was a muscle-building machine. I didn’t need to think. I just needed to lift.
* * *
Day Five of Training.
The final push. I turned up the intensity to a suicidal degree. I’d learned that as long as I had Heal⁷, I could be as reckless as I wanted. If the magic could repair muscle fibers, it could mend any tissue.
I decided to test the theory. I took a knife and drove it deep into my finger. The blade thudded against the bone, leaving a grisly gash. One cast of Heal⁸ later, and the skin was perfect. No scar, no mark-it was surgical perfection that would make a world-class doctor look like an amateur.
With that safety net, I pushed my body into the red zone. I moved past mere training and into the next stage of physical evolution.
* * *
Day Six of Training.
I woke up to the 6:00 AM bells. After five days of specialized hell, I was a different man. My physique was more developed than it had been even in my prime.
My abs were a crisp six-pack. The 80kg “dad-bod” I’d arrived with had been replaced by a lean, shredded frame. I was probably around 70kg now, with body fat well under 10%. Any more muscle would just slow me down; this was the sweet spot.
Feeling refreshed, I headed down to the dining room for the first time in days.
”Morning. Can I get some breakfast?” I asked.
”Sure thing! -Wait, WHAT?!” the girl cried. “Sir, what on earth happened to you?!”
Apparently, the transformation was even more dramatic than I thought.
* * *
Now, it was time for Magic. I headed back to my room to begin the next phase.
My Magic was still amateur hour. First, I needed to master Ice Bullet⁹.
I ducked into the dark void of my Item Box¹⁰ and shrouded myself in air and light. I placed small flames, about the size of water bottles, at equal intervals around me. It helped me keep my bearings in the pitch black.
”Ice Bullet¹¹!”
I manifested ice shards in the air, one after another. I practiced until I could shave tenths of a second off the casting time. Once the air in front of me was packed with ice, I launched them with everything I had. In here, I could go full throttle without worrying about collateral damage.
I could draw mana directly from the atmosphere. It was everywhere, constantly replenishing itself. Even if I drained a three-meter radius, the surrounding mana would come rushing in to fill the vacuum. For all intents and purposes, I had an infinite mana pool.
I fired bullet after bullet, hour after hour. Eventually, the mental fatigue got so bad I started seeing ghostly hallucinations of ice shards. I felt like I was losing my mind.
Every time the madness crept in, I cast Heal¹² on myself. My head would snap back into focus, and I’d dive back into the Ice Bullet¹³ grind. It wasn’t just mindless repetition; I treated every single cast like a life-or-death shot.
* * *
Day Seven of Training.
Thinking is for people with free time. I turned into a mindless turret, an automated system for high-speed Ice Bullet¹⁴ deployment.
If my brain felt like it was melting, Heal¹⁵ fixed the leak. I’d shoot until I was parched, drink some water, and go back to shooting. I didn’t even remember why I was doing it anymore. I just knew the ice had to fly.
* * *
Day Eight of Training.
I’d hit the limit for Ice Bullet¹⁶. Two days of doing nothing else had turned me into a master. I could manifest fifty shards in front of me in mere seconds. A single bullet took less than a tenth of a second to fire. I hadn’t tested them on a target, but I knew the lethality had skyrocketed.
It was time to graduate to the next step. I sat down to analyze my abilities.
My Magic wasn’t omnipotent. I couldn’t create complex objects; I couldn’t conjure a soda, and I definitely couldn’t manifest a handgun.
My gift wasn’t “Creation.” It was Elemental Manifestation¹⁷. I could create fire and water from scratch, rather than just manipulating existing elements. That was the key. Once I created a phenomenon, I could move it. However, I couldn’t touch a fire that was already burning naturally.
I also seemed to have access to the standard Magic of this world, like Cure. I suspected Heal¹⁸ was a local spell too.
I needed to expand my arsenal. I had no idea what kind of monsters were out there, so I needed variety-and more importantly, defense. Up until now, I’d been relying entirely on my Item Box¹⁹ for protection.
First, offense. I started with Fire. Plenty of things are weak to a good roasting. Fireball was easy enough. I practiced conjuring soccer-ball-sized spheres of flame and launching them.
Next was Fire Arrow. Shaping the flame was trickier, but I eventually managed to produce two-meter-long shafts of fire. They had more piercing power and better range than the Fireballs.
* * *
Day Nine of Training.
Wind attribute. It’s invisible, which makes it perfect for stealth or surprise attacks.
Wind Cutter was relatively simple. I learned to create thin, razor-sharp blades of air and fire them at supersonic speeds.
Then there was Air Hammer²⁰. I’d compress a massive pocket of air and launch it as a kinetic blast. It seemed perfect for creating distance if something got too close.
* * *
Day Ten of Training.
Final day: Defense. Ice Shield. Since I’d mastered Ice Bullet²¹, working with ice felt like second nature. I practiced snap-casting thick, reinforced walls of ice around me.
There was another reason I chose ice. If I used it as a buffer, I could unleash massive fire spells without roasting myself in the process. It was a vital piece of kit for taking on groups.
And just like that, my ten-day crash course was over. I’d reached the point where every spell was an instinctive, instantaneous reaction.
* * *
The following morning.
I ate my fill at the inn and, feeling like a brand-new man, made my way to the Adventurer’s Guild. The usual girl was at the desk.
I didn’t bother speaking to her.
That brat was a natural-born idiot, after all.
I headed to the reception desk next to hers instead.
”Um… Ryuichi-san? Wait… you are Ryuichi-san, right!?”
She started shouting the moment she saw how much I’d changed, but I ignored her and spoke to the woman at the next window.
”Hey, you got a minute? I’ve got something to ask.”
”Hey! Don’t ignore me! You’re Ryuichi-san, right!? From Poison Snake²²!?”
”Hey… shut up for a second, would you? I’m talking to this lady here,” I said.
”Oh… uh… okay… sorry.”
The brat looked dejected, but that was for the best.
This idiot needed to learn her place.
I turned back to the other receptionist.
She was a quiet, mature-looking woman who was currently staring at the girl with an exasperated expression.
”I have a quick question,” I said.
”Yes, what is it?”
”The truth is, I’m not great with reading or writing. Is there anywhere around here that teaches literacy?”
”Reading and writing? No, there aren’t really any places that teach that,” she replied.
”I see. Well, for instance, would it be possible for me to post a request to the Guild to find someone who could teach me?”
”It’s possible… but literacy is primarily a skill for merchants. Unless you’re offering a massive sum, it’s hard to imagine one going out of their way to take the job. Merchants are always busy, after all.”
”Are there no other people who can read and write?”
”Other than them, it would be Guild staff like us, people associated with the Church, and perhaps some specialized artisans.”
”I see. Thanks for the info.”
It looked like learning to read wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
I’d give up on it for now and think about it later.
Well then, it was finally time to head to the Magic Forest for some monster hunting.
I was just about out of cash anyway.
I only had three Silver Coins left, and the Gold Coins were long gone.
I walked down the main street toward the North Gate.
That was the same gate I’d used when I first arrived.
As usual, the residents were tossing their waste out of the second-story windows.
Close call.
Living in this town made my boots filthy in no time.
Washing them back at the inn was a total pain.
Maybe buying a Slave to handle all the chores wouldn’t be a bad idea.
If I did, it would definitely be a woman.
I gave a short nod to the Gate Guard and stepped out onto the road.
Leaving town was free.
Apparently, you only had to pay the toll when you entered.
I retraced my steps, but this time I set my sights on the Magic Forest.
I was traveling light since it was just a day trip.
I didn’t plan on going too deep into the woods.
It was a bit chilly, but the weather was decent.
After walking for a while, I noticed a few people trailing me.
They were staying just far enough back to be barely visible—maybe a hundred meters.
There were two or three of them.
The distance didn’t change even when I altered my pace.
It was best to assume I was being followed.
I compressed the air to create Air Hammers²³, letting them float around my back and the base of my skull for protection.
I didn’t think they’d try to snipe me from that far away, but even if they used bows, they wouldn’t be able to punch through the Air Hammers.
I reached the forest entrance.
Those guys hadn’t attacked on the main road.
They must have been planning to do it among the trees.
I pretended not to notice and stepped into the forest.
I’d lead them a little deeper first.
I didn’t want any unwanted witnesses for what was about to happen.
After walking about five minutes into the forest, I ducked into a thicket and waited.
A few moments later, they came into view.
Two men and one woman.
They were all armed with one-handed swords.
Yeah, they were definitely looking for trouble.
I stepped out from behind a tree and called out to them.
I had several large Wind Cutters²⁴ floating in the air around me, but they were invisible to these idiots.
”Yo. You guys need something from me?”
”Huh? What the—? Well, that saves us the trouble of hunting you down.”
”Hey. Hand over the gold. You’ve got some, don’t you?”
”There’s three of us, honey. Give it up and hand over everything you’ve got!”
The moment they saw me, all three of them drew their swords.
Well, for the sake of formality, I’d give them one chance.
”And if I refuse?”
”Ugh, you’re a pain in the ass!”
The lanky guy raised his sword and charged.
I’d start with him.
”‘Wind Cutter!’”
”Gugyaa!”
The Wind Cutter sheared his right wrist clean off, sword and all.
Without missing a beat, I sliced through his left elbow.
As he dropped to his knees from the agony of losing his hands, I sliced through both of his thighs.
”GIIYAAAAAAA!”
The lanky man flailed his stumps, writhing in the dirt.
”Hi… iiyaaaaa…”
”A… a…”
The woman collapsed on her ass, screaming.
The bearded man looked between me and his dying friend, clearly torn between running and fighting.
I took the liberty of slicing off his right ankle with a Wind Cutter.
The bearded man lost his footing and slammed onto all fours.
I immediately took off his right thumb at the base.
”Stop! Gwaaa! S-stop, please!”
”Don’t kill me! Help!”
The bearded man screamed in pain while the woman begged for her life.
I pulled a length of rope out of my Item Box²⁵ and tossed it in front of the bearded one.
”Beard. Tie the woman up with this. Hey, bitch—if you move, I’ll kill you.”
”Guhiii… it hurts… okay, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”
I waited and watched as the bearded man tied her up.
The lanky guy had gone quiet; he’d stopped moving entirely.
I decided to try one more new magic.
”‘Air Hammer’”
”Ugh…”
I fired an Air Hammer at the lanky guy’s right forearm.
There was a sickening crunch as the bone pulverized.
It looked like a total compound fracture.
The guy was already on his deathbed, so he barely reacted.
Finally, the woman was tied up.
I spoke to the two of them.
”So, why’d you attack me?”
”No… I was just passing by—”
I sliced through the first joint of the bearded man’s right index finger with a Wind Cutter.
”HIGYAAAA! I’ll talk! I’ll talk, just stop!”
”Hey. Don’t give me that bullshit,” I said.
”I get it, I get it! I heard from a buddy… said there was a guy at the Guild who just made a huge score.”
”Oh? And who is this buddy?”
”An adventurer named Ganz.”
So they had associates.
I’d have to keep an eye out for this Ganz character.
”I see. And then?”
”And then… we decided to team up and take you out.”
”I see. You guys have Adventurer Plates too?”
”Y-yeah. We’re Copper Plates.”
”Hmph. And do you always do this shit?”
”…Yeah. A few times.”
”I haven’t! It’s my first time!”
”Shut up! You were right there with us!”
”Look, Mister! You can have my body, do whatever you want, just please let me live!”
”You damn slut! Don’t you dare try to jump ship now!”
The bearded man and the woman started turning on each other.
So they were regulars.
Serial robbery and murder—killing people outside the city and taking their gold.
”Hey, you two. What’s the punishment for robbery and murder in this country?”
”…H-hanging.”
”I see. Well, that makes sense.”
”Don’t turn me in to the guards! Please! I’ll even be your Slave! I’m a very devoted woman, I swear!”
”Fine. Hey, Beard. You’re going to be a test subject.”
I lowered the Item Box over the bearded man’s head and neck.
I didn’t activate the Storage²⁶ function; I was just experimenting to see what happens when a head goes inside.
”What!? Hey, what is this!? What is this black thing!?”
The woman was terrified by the sudden appearance of the Item Box.
She’d clearly never seen one before.
After about thirty seconds, I pulled the Item Box off his head.
—Yep. He was dead. Instant death?
That was weird.
You shouldn’t die from just thirty seconds of holding your breath.
Does entering the Item Box itself kill you?
I’d need to test this more.
”Stop! Don’t do the black thing to me!”
While I was lost in thought, the woman was making a racket.
What should I do with her?
She was a bit too rough for my taste, but at least she was young.
”Alright, bitch. Turn your ass toward me.”
”Ye… yes! You can use me! Just my life! Please!”
”Shut up.”
I pulled a rope from the Item Box, forced it into her mouth like a bit, and tied it behind her head.
”Mmm— mmm—!”
That made things much quieter.
I flipped up the skirt of the woman, who was now trembling on all fours.
”Christ, your p**sy reeks!”
A sharp, pungent stench wafted up from her.
She hadn’t washed in God knows how long.
”You rotten slut!”
I gave her ass a full-power soccer kick.
”Whatever. Be grateful I’m even using you.”
Despite the smell, I’d been celibate for over two weeks, and my c**k was rock hard.
Since she was so filthy, I didn’t even want to touch her with my hands.
I pulled out my erect c**k and pressed it against her.
I drove my hips forward, slamming into her ass with violence.
”Hiii… hiii…”
”Put some damn effort into it! Tighten up!”
She was completely loose.
There was no resistance at all.
It pissed me off, so I started slapping her ass as hard as I could.
With everything I had.
My hand started to ache, but I didn’t care—I could just fix it with Heal²⁷.
I pumped my hips while I continued to hammer her backside.
I had to do something to make this worth it.
Her ass swelled to twice its normal size under the barrage.
”Alright… I’m going to dump it all inside you!”
I thrust deep and e**culated.
”There. Make sure you get pregnant.”
I was going to kill her in a minute, but I felt like saying it anyway.
Phew. Much better.
I used magic to create a sphere of water, wrapping it around my c**k and spinning it like a washing machine to get it clean.
I wasn’t catching anything from her.
I cast Cure All²⁸ to detoxify myself just in case, then followed it up with a Heal.
”Now then, it’s time for your experiment.”
”Mmm! Mmmm!”
She was sobbing and pleading with her eyes, but I don’t care.
Robbers and murderers don’t deserve an ounce of mercy.
”If you listen, I’ll think about it.”
I shoved both of her legs into the Item Box up to her thighs and pulled them right back out.
”Alright. Try to move your legs. If you can move them, I’ll let you go.”
The woman nodded frantically.
She was clearly trying her hardest, but her legs didn’t even twitch.
”Hmm. Nothing? They look fine on the outside.”
I gave her legs a hard smack, but she didn’t even flinch.
So, anything that enters the Item Box just… dies?
”Alright. That’s enough. Time for you to die too.”
I dropped the Item Box over her head.
I pulled it off almost instantly, but she was already dead.
It seems anyone other than me who goes inside dies immediately.
I looked over at the lanky guy, and he’d finally kicked the bucket.
He must have suffered quite a bit before the end.
I guess you could call that karma.
I got dressed and strapped my leather guard back on.
I stripped the three of them naked and tossed their gear into the Item Box.
Then, I used the Storage function to suck up the three corpses along with the blood-soaked dirt, erasing every trace of the encounter.
Well. Now that I’d got their gold, I think I’ll call it a day and head back to town.
I walked back the way I came.
This time, no one followed me.
I was really starting to settle into this rough persona.
I could never show my family this side of me, though.
And that was how my first day of “monster hunting” ended—by hunting humans instead.
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Summary:
Moving from extreme physical exertion to high-intensity magical drills, the protagonist systematically hacks his body’s recovery limits. He discovers that Heal acts as a catalyst for super-compensation, allowing for months of progress in mere days. His mental sanity is tested by the isolation of his training void until he emerges physically unrecognizable
Ryuichi departs for the Magic Forest after being identified at the Guild by a former acquaintance. He is ambushed by a trio of amateur bandits seeking his earnings. The encounter turns into a gruesome field test for his wind and void magic, leaving no survivors.
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Trivia:
- The protagonist specifically targets his quadriceps (thighs) and pectorals (chest) during the circuit
- The ‘Item Box’ dark void provides an ideal high-mana training environment
- Fire Arrows are noted as being two meters long for increased range
- Heal does not delete fatigue but accelerates cellular self-healing
- The protagonist’s sensitivity to city smells
- The specific level of the bandits’ gear
- The distance between the city and the fores
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Character Insight:
The protagonist shows a transition from cautious experimentation to ‘mindless machine’ efficiency, indicating a hardening of his mental state and a total commitment to his survival/return home.
Ryuichi displays a transition from passive social avoidance to active, cold-blooded experimentation, showing zero psychological trauma following the execution of humans.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Man – A roughneck wearing a hat who participated in a group assault. He suffers the loss of his right arm and later his left arm during an experiment by the protagonist before being stored.
• Ryuichi – A forty-year-old man who arrived via inter-world teleportation, now registered as an adventurer under the moniker Poison Snake, exudes a cold, calculating pragmatism—treating monster hunting and human life as profit and loss. His hardened demeanor masks a secret: an Item Box he uses for storage and lethal experimentation. He wields magical abilities like Air Hammer and Wind Cutter, and has gained extraordinary physical strength since his arrival, though he keeps his true capabilities hidden from all others.
• Ganz – An adventurer who provided information regarding Ryuichi’s earnings to a group of bandits.
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