Chapter 2: Slow, but steady evolution
It was strange being at ho.
In the living room, with the television on, Luan wasn’t paying attention to what was happening around him, but rather, thinking about several things.
His mother still hadn’t returned from work. Because of his sister’s dical treatnt, she had taken on several shifts, doing overti whenever she could.
’I can only rely on the Book of a Thousand Lives now to manage to change sothing effectively...’
Maybe that way, he could even find a way to save his twin sister.
At least, if he managed to reach Lv2, even without being an incredible talent, he should be able to make so money on his own by exploring dungeons.
Looking at the ti on the wall clock, Luan stood up and went to prepare dinner.
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The instant Luan entered the Book of a Thousand Lives, he ’incorporated’ completely into the character, returning to the usual routine.
Besides gathering herbs and training, he used his talent until he exhausted it every day, creating wool.
Wool was sothing that could be useful in many ways, one of them being that he created a pillow much better than the old one he used made of straw.
Months producing wool were enough for him to create so pillows, even having enough to make shorts.
Even clothes that soon attracted the attention of so villagers.
Although he didn’t want to trade at the mont, after all, he didn’t even have enough for himself. Only after he finished making a mattress would he then be able to start trading.
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Ti flew by, soon a year and a half had passed since he began the simulation.
In the anti, he trained every day, improving himself to the maximum, and had an incredible discovery.
As his strength increased through training, at first he didn’t notice, but after 1 year and a half, he realized that he could now create one-third more wool compared to before. It may seem like little, but it gave him hope.
If he continued to get stronger, not only would he be able to kill monsters with his bare hands, but he would also be able to create even more wool.
Whether for selling or even for fighting, it would be a huge advantage.
Speaking of selling... His conditions had improved a little.
He started selling wool pillows.
Thanks to that, he managed to get enough money for his sustenance, even saving a considerable amount without needing to go down the mountain to gather dicinal herbs.
’My lifestyle has changed quite a bit.’ Sitting on the bed made of wool, he reflected: ’My sleep quality has improved, I’m even managing to eat at and fish every day.’
But, of course. That was only a very important part.
With good nutrition, the results of his training increased dramatically.
Even after a year and a half of training, his progress didn’t slow down—it actually increased.
In the beginning, he could barely lift sothing that weighed 50 kilos, whether because of his young age, or his lack of strength and nutrition.
Now, he found himself able to carry 150 kilos in his arms and walk more than 100 ters.
This is just one part of the training.
The main point was his punches.
With his hands gloved in wool, he punched a tree every day.
It reached the point where even with his hands gloved, they bled. The marks from his punches also marked the tree with his blood.
The bark of the tree he punched was no longer present.
Although he didn’t reach the ridiculous level of strength to knock down a tree with his bare hands, compared to when he started, it was incredible progress.
Besides punches, he also wrapped his bare feet in wool and kicked the tree. The brutality of a kick is even greater than a punch, but also because of the excess force, his feet bled, even almost breaking a bone in his left foot...
By the way, one of the borderline insane trainings he did was... filling a basin with ice water and subrging himself in the water, staying as long as possible, pushing himself to the limit.
He read this in one of the books he bought in the village. How useful was it? Well, honestly, besides giving him incredible lung capacity, it also had several other benefits. Muscle recovery, ntal and physical health.
These were the most obvious benefits.
Of course, there were risks too. He got sick a total of 3 tis because of it.
The second ti, he had such a high fever that he thought he was going to die.
Although he didn’t need to take such risks, in the end, if he wanted to get stronger faster, he had to test a bit of everything.
Only by testing it himself would he know whether what he read in the books was real or not.
Of course, he also consulted so people from the village beforehand.
There were so who also took ice baths, but unlike him, they didn’t subrge their heads and hold their breath for several minutes.
Not to ntion that two of the ones he consulted were Lv2. Because they were Lv2, they were superior to him.
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When Luan left the Book of a Thousand Lives, he felt dizzy.
Lying on the bed until he got used to it, he looked toward the alarm clock on the bidet [5:39].
’It’s still early.’ He thought: ’Mommy must still be at ho.’
Getting up, he went to the bathroom, washed his face, and brushed his teeth.
It was still early, but the bakery should already be open. Since there was no bread at ho, he went out to buy so.
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With a winter jacket on, he rubbed his hands and saw people heading to the train station or to bus stops.
At this hour, most people were heading to work.
The bakery was one kiloter away from his house.
Upon arriving, he was greeted by the cashier attendant.
"Good morning." She said: "Feel free."
"Good morning." He replied in return.
He continued walking to the back, being attended by one of the attendants: "Good morning, Sir. What would you like?"
"Eight whole wheat breads and six plain breads." He replied.
"Okay."
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At ho, he placed what he had bought on the dining room table.
In the kitchen, he prepared breakfast for himself and for his mother.
Almost finished preparing breakfast, he hears footsteps on the wooden floor.
Coming out of the hallway, his mother appears.
With her dark brown hair ssy, with her blue eyes half-open, she yawned and said upon noticing him: "Good morning."
"Good morning, mom." He replied: "Wash your hands and face, I made breakfast."
With visible wrinkles when smiling, she nodded: "Huh."
While eating, his mother opened and closed her mouth. She seed to want to say sothing, but hesitated.
He kind of knew what she wanted to say... Or rather, ask.
From the worry stamped on her face, he knew how uncomfortable and worried she beca every ti he went to explore dungeons. Especially with his talent being useless, ending up being subjected to a simple carrier.
She had warned him several tis about the danger he faced, not only because of the monsters in the dungeons, but also because of human ugliness. She constantly worried that if things got out of control, they could use him as bait to escape.
Reaching out, he held her calloused hand with a gentle look: "It’s okay, mommy. This ti, nothing happened to , actually..."
He didn’t hide what happened.
He could see the worry, even anger on his mother’s face, but it ended with a long resigned sigh.
"Son, why don’t you stop going to the dungeons, it’s too dangerous." She spoke with her eyes watery: "Neither I nor your sister want you to risk your life. Although you can earn well doing this, it’s not worth it."
She finished by shaking her head, sobbing a little.
Seeing his mother like this made his heart ache.
He wanted to reassure her, tell her that things would get better, but the truth was that even he didn’t have that level of confidence.
Although he had the Book of a Thousand Lives, so far, nothing had changed.
Only perhaps, when he finished the first simulation, with that, changing sothing in his daily life, would he have more confidence to comfort his mother and hold her hand and tell her that everything would be okay...
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