Chapter 37: Eyelids (10)

Chapter 37: Eyelids (10)

Crack.

This is all broken too. Hm. This one looks pretty good Ah, the one there.

As with all things in the world, things that have always been thought of as the perfect plan have problems during execution.

If it goes according to plan, I just need to exercise as if I will die

At first, it was going as planned. He was able to lift about 50 times and then groan in pain during regeneration, and when he recovered and got up, the exercise equipment felt a lot lighter, so he began to add more weight.

If there was one thing I overlooked, it was that these infections lacked the stamina I had expected. I repeated the same process for about 6 hours, and there was the same pain each time. Yet I recovered but didnt have the strength to pick up anything.

It would be a stamina problem. Just because a person is strong doesnt mean they can hold the same power again and again. Even with the help of the infection, the Mutation Bloods unique stamina, and the mute blood, they seem to have a limit. I do not feel the muscles growing as fast as I thought.

If there is no need to increase the exercise according to the fixed durability of 120, there should be significant growth just by lifting a 3 kg dumbbell. However, as I did it, it felt too strong, and I didnt add any weight, not wanting to strain the body.

There must be something I am missing. It cannot be that such a bug is in the game Um, the glass body is strong for pulling and pushing, so that part could be preventing the destruction of muscle cells.

Now that time was running out, Professor was searching the mansion. He checked the bottles of different kinds of fish, seaweed, fresh-looking clams, and flour from the restaurant and put them all in a ripped-out curtain and draped them over his shoulder.

This reminds me of when I went farming in the early days of the Wasteland.

The food was already gone, but windows, building materials, and vehicle parts were all difficult to get. At that time, there were a lot of people who had died, so variant 2 was everywhere. Even now, there are mutes around and several in the mansion, so it was considered to be similar.

If I look closely at the game itself, it is very similar to our reality: World 1s [Black Spot Rot]those affected by that disease turn aggressive toward other tribes; World 2s [Undead Rebellion]if one died from an undead, they turn into the undead and was considered an epidemic; World 3s [Mutation Blood]it can be called the same disease except for the actions of the pathogen.

Was this a coincidence? Even If the world did end up like this and the only surviving game had such links to the world?

[If this is all cleared, the headquarters will invite you.]

Somehow, there seemed to be a reason why so many groups are pouring money like water to support the rankers.

While thinking, Professor constantly looked around the mansion.

-Noru_is_druig: Oh my, our Professor, you are gulping things down without making a single sound.

-Jokasss: What did I say? I told you that all the people who live alone in Wasteland are just madmen or idiots who beat men. Doesnt the story of how he came to play the game say it? Fast hands, quick glances, and a head turn. Does he look like a normal person to you?

-takealook: It takes less than 2 minutes to go to the kitchen to check all the cupboards and get the things needed. The floor is made up of various kinds of wood and marble, but not a single sound was made.

-Soygaybar: Ah, look at how clean he moves. This is so healing.

The community members were acting as usual. It wasnt known if they had the same knowledge I did.

Um Speedwagon?

-Speedwagon: what?

Nothing.

-Speedwagon: Riling me.

Professor held back the questions he wanted to ask, which were springing from within.

I shouldnt be thinking that I am the only one who knows the secret. I am not the only one doing Realistic Mode, and someone must have gone through this.

However, there has never been a single post in the community suggesting that GG is closely related to reality or that there is something suspicious about it.

It will be one of the two, either GG filters out such posts or the group that noticed something is taking action as soon as they reach out.

There is no way that Dome, where there is even a dedicated team for researching GG 24 hours a day, is unaware of this fact. However, the fact that Domes research team, which shares most of the research results on GG, is hiding this

Professor bit his lip as he brushed away the thoughts.

This isnt my concern. It is like the darkness of destruction. How do I know that? If I say I am noticing things, I will end up being the target.

Judging from the circumstances or the exceptionally high mortality rate of GG broadcasters, the answer was to simply forget the information.

Phew.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Mute! In the direction of the central staircase on the 1st floor!

Swish!

At the same time as the thought came, his body moved. He tied the bundle of things he packed tightly to his body so they wouldnt shake and lowered his body to move quietly.

From the start of the game, he was afraid of his feet being tied up at one point, and now he was almost at a crossroads. Due to his increased muscle strength, he was able to wander around the mansion without making a sound, even with his heavy weight.

After all, cats and wild animals weigh over 250 kg. The point is that the center of gravity of the body shouldnt move too much and the body should be lowered, and the body has the strength to support the smooth movement.

Professor, who often moved this way in real life, recalled how much stamina is required for stealth movement and began to feel the utility of the muscles.

-Highwaynachoman: Professor, what are you looking for? Seeing that there are rooms that we have never touched before, is there any goal?

Of course. I looked around and found that the mutes had almost been smashed up and there was nothing to save. Still, shouldnt we stop by the room of the Count?

Actually, I was looking forward to going upstairs. Like the Area 45 bomb shelter, if it is the Counts mansion, I can pick whatever I can get my hands on, and everything will be of value. If I put it in my inventory of 4 slots, it would last me a long time.

But when I got up to it, wasnt the level of the mansion almost destroyed? On the first and second floors, almost all of the outer walls were blown off, so one could feel the outside, and the hallway inside was smashed as huge mutes came crashing in. And then there is soot everywhere, indicating that fire was used.

Still, the 3rd floor looks like its still holding on to its shape. Umm, this?

A door with colorful reliefs opened up to the side, unlike other doors.

He felt a little numb. However, there was no functional abnormality.

Nice. It is holding on. Then a little more

Professor pulled his arms out once more and punched the wall as if hitting someone.

Puak!

Crack!

Ah! this. Not this much.

It has been 8 days since he began to train in the basement. The Professor, who finished todays workout a little earlier, was testing the exact strength of his body.

Crack!

He put his broken bones back into place and mumbled.

If the strength I produce now is out of 100, is it 6 or 7? I think this is the only shock I can withstand.

-Highwaynachoman: How much exactly is that?

Um if I had to compare it, it would be to the body of an elderly person with osteoporosis in their 70s?

The increased durability caused by the infection could be felt clearly. Now, if he walked carefully, he wouldnt have any major problems in his daily life.

It is durable. Next is strength

Well. Can I try this out?

In the past 8 days, Professors body has undergone dramatic changes. At some point, he was 20 cm taller and well over 210 cm, and he was much larger than before. With muscles now attached, the growth of muscle strength started to stagnate at some point, so he was trying to check the level he had gotten to.

[Do you still have the habit of harming yourself? Keke. Even if you try gently, there will be problems. Wouldnt it hurt a lot if you hit with full power? Do you enjoy pain?]

A disgusting scent and an even more disgusting voice.

I think you promised to shut up if I win.

[I have been silent for the last 5 days. I never set a deadline.]

Another chance. The guy who seemed like a dead mouse was now back to talking with Professor.

[Is it really necessary to accumulate power like that? If an enemy comes out, you will know.]

But what if the enemy is stronger than me? If you know my strength, you know when to react or retreat for me, and that too had to be something I needed to encounter in a moment.

[Well, what an expert! After all, what you only know and what you experience are actually different!]

The [Weak Mentality] improved, but this guy was still getting on my nerves.

Ignore him. He doesnt exist. There is nothing he can do; my body is under control.

Ugh!

After clearing his throat, Professor swung his fist against the wall.

Kwaang!

Kuaak!

A shock that shook the entire underground. Immediately after the blow, Professor felt pain and looked at the wall, which had shattered as if a bomb had hit it. And his hand was torn from the shoulder, so he could guess how much of a reaction this was.

Strong?

-Soygaybar: Is this some joke? [Insane!]

Ah, please.

In front of Professor was a man waving his hands in excitement.

Hey parasite. If you live in someone elses body, can you just stay still?

[But it is fun! A guy whose arms fall down every time he hits! There has never been such an unusual existence in my memory! Interesting! The way you see the world, the struggle, the experience you feelthey are all new to me! Ah, I want to move too. Can you lend your body for just one day? Please, I will use it well and return it! You get to use it now, right?]

Disgusting brat.

He didnt give up, seeing how he was acting like they were close friends.

I need to get rid of you somehow Should I think its similar to being possessed? Shall I go to a temple and bring talismans?

Professor raised his arm and looked at it a few times, thinking it would be faster to make a new arm than attach it, so he threw his arm into the bathtub.

Ugh. Fishy!

The bathtub was filled with the fresh blood of mute, just like the first day he came. Two days ago, the rotting smell began to come from the solution, and after throwing it away, he went out at night to kidnap some level 8 mutes who were wandering alone.

The results of the experiment and the way I felt when I got the mute. One thing is certain.

[What is?]

At the parasites question, Professor frowned as he said,

This body has no choice but to be raised as a grappler.

Professor was recalling what happened last night when he found a mute and reflexively broke its neck instead of using the weapon he had prepared.