Chapter 188 Take the first step
After taking the antibiod*ck, Ben sat on his bed and tried to see if he could feel any changes. Yet, even after a few minutes, there was nothing. Like when he took the Dick Dan Pill to grow his little brother, there wasn’t anything in the system about it either. ’How do I know it worked? If it didn’t and I go around raw-dogging every girl, I could get a bunch of STIs and die in my sleep one day...’
He shook his head. "F*ck it." He decided to just assu it worked...
Why? He already said it. "Cause f*ck it. That’s why."
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Was he going to not rawdog now in the na of safety? Co on buddy.
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It was too late for that! He’d already sacrificed riches, fa, and possibly millions of lives so he could be the naked at man!
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After deciding to assu this cockulated risk...Ben had finished going through all his rewards from sleeping with Olivia. He also had a plan in place to use the masculinity multiplier once the current active social status one finished. So with everything prepared, he moved on with his normal schedule. Not having work at Hearth until tomorrow, Ben planned to spend the rest of the day attending classes, going to the gym, and checking fappening updates.
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The next morning, in one of the highest floors of Hearth Tower, there was a spacious rectangular office with floor to ceiling windows on two sides. On the other two sides hung an array of massive screens showing news reports and data. One of those monitors displayed a webpage with an article pulled up. Staring at it was an elegant girl sitting with her legs crossed in a black chair made of top quality leather. She read the enlarged text from the article out loud.
"You can be anything you want to be. You can change the world. You are the future.
Like , I’m sure you’ve heard similar words growing up; maybe it was from a parent, or a teacher, or the TV.
Yet, if you’re truly anything like , you weren’t that old when you realized those were all lies...
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Like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, those words were fantasies costuming a diocre reality; grandiose goals ant to broaden our horizons, motivational posters to make us chase the stars. Sohow, no one ntioned how hard the ground was below, and how strong the pull of gravity was that went against us. Many of us found out face first.
When I started my first sester of university this year, I learned all those things with the cruelest clarity. I saw how big the world was, and at the sa ti, how small I was in it. That contrast...it was crushing...
And I almost gave up.
On the world, on my dreams, and on myself...and then...soone helped . They gave a push.
Not to change the world, or do sothing impossible, but just...to take a step forward.
And so I did...
Well, that first step, it was frightening...but I still made it, and then, I took a second, and a third, and before long, I was sprinting with the wind at my back, towards my goals, towards my dreams, and towards a new I never thought was possible.
Now, I no longer need fairy tales or motivational posters, because I have sothing much stronger—a habit to move forward, one that I built myself, and it all started from that first step.
Yet, I’m aware it would’ve never happened if not for that soone who pushed , so I hope, I can be that person for you.
This article was supposed to be about weightlifting, but I believe weightlifting is only a way for us to push ourselves, to challenge our bodies and minds, to reach limits we couldn’t imagine, and ultimately realize that the one we have to challenge is not the world, but ourselves...
While I don’t know if any of us can change the world, I do know one thing—you can change yourself—and I know it first hand, so let show you how.
It only takes the will to start, to take that first step, using that to build montum so that before you know it, you’ll be running faster than you ever dread of.
I know very well that it isn’t always easy, so I’m not asking you to change the world, or take the future on your shoulders. I’m only asking you to take that first step, to let give you a push, to trust that the gap is much smaller than it seems, and to make the choice to advance...
For , the first step was weightlifting. Maybe it’ll be that for you too, or perhaps sothing else, but always rember—it’s only you who can make the commitnt to step onwards.
While it may be harder for you than others, we all have one thing in common; Regardless of the circumstances, regardless of how far you can go, everyone has the option to move forward. In the end, whether or not you are the future, your personal future will always only be in your hands. So rember the following things, and you can mold it how you see fit:
You don’t find ti. You make it.
You don’t find willpower. You build it.
You don’t find your ideal self. You create it.
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Soti down the line, after you find your stride, you may not discover the world changed, but you’ll discover yourself changed, and believe —that’ll be enough to change YOUR world.
My na is Benjamin Roro, and this is my workout program, and I hope—your first step."
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*Exhale*
The woman stared at the wall monitor for a long ti before speaking... "Who is this writer?"
A female assistant in a suit behind her provided a prompt response. "Miss, he’s a new intern in the PR departnt, 18 years old, freshman undergrad at NYU. He stood in for the Male’s Health feature when the model canceled last minute."
"...Oh, he wrote this at 18? Interesting... Such honesty. Don’t you feel it’s quite refreshing?" She smiled.
"Indeed, miss."
The woman chuckled. "This gives an idea..."
The assistant spread a helpless smile. ’Let’s hope it isn’t like her last idea, when she pushed the later debunked article that Trump’s grandfather was a pimp...and his father in the KKK...’
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The next day at Hearth Tower...
[Tower entrance guardians detected]
Ben was passing through security on his way to work, as he gave a warm greeting to the hulking guards at the entrance. ’Always make friends with the NPCs...’
He was treating people in the tower as AIs now...
To be fair, it was hard not to when the system gave almost everyone around him the extra role...
At least the guards were a tier up from the corporate slaves...
An elevator ride later, Ben walked into the Public Relations offices and found everyone already busy at work. Heading towards Laura’s desk to view her ass-ignnts for him, he soon saw her at the end of the office space.
[Mini-boss of Floor 9(Public Relations): Laura Baldwin]
[Target’s current attraction level: disinclined]
She was standing near a wall, involved in a conversation. As he approached her, Ben also saw who she was speaking with, and hesitated.
[Boss of Floor 9(Public Relations): Paul Baldwin]
[Target’s current relations level: hostile]
Ben frowned. ’Were our relations so bad?’ Now, he was even more certain that Paul was the orchestrator of the plot from last ti.
Yet, when Ben saw the third person near them, he discovered the genuine problem, and froze. ’How can it be her?!?’
There, standing near Paul, was his loving wife--Titjob Tina!
Ben hadn’t seen her since that ti in the fetish club. Although he didn’t know why she was here, her closeness to his boss Paul signified it couldn’t be any good thing! ’Will this corporate office morph into a fetish club?’
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’No! That’s not it!’ Ben focused on the wrong issue...
’Then, will she recognize ?’ Realizing the genuine dilemma, his heart sped up...
Yet, he soon cald down. ’No...I was wearing a Batman mask. She’d only seen the bottom half of my face.’ However, it was difficult to reassure himself of that when she was staring straight at him! Not only that, she was glaring!
Ben stopped breathing. ’What do I do? Should I apologize to her tits?’
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At that mont, Ben overheard as Paul turned to her and called her by her na—"Tina."
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’Hol up...’ Ben blinked a dozen tis...replaying that in his head to make sure he heard it right. ’Did he call her Tina?’
That’s when Paul said it again...and Ben’s jaw dropped. ’Holy sh*t! Titjob Tina’s na is actually Tina!’
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He was silent for a long while before recovering, as his eyes flashed with a novel awareness... ’I get it. It’s like when MCs reincarnate into new bodies, how it’s often into people with the sa na, even if it’s now a different planet, culture, and even language; a setting where finding a person with such a na would be impossible...but it still happens...for reasons...’
Then, Ben slapped himself on the head. ’I understand! Like with those MCs, when I nad her Titjob Tina, the world made her na Tina so I wouldn’t get confused! To make things easier for ! Thanks world! Thanks titties!’
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Ben had a lot to be thankful for...
Yet, he beca less sure of that when Tina locked eyes with him, and approached him with an ominous gait...
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*Author’s Note: New artwork of Tina in the comnts! More on discord - sdiscord.gg/VSKzgzV8J9 (case-sensitive) - If you’re on a PC, you can copy the link from the About page.
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