Seven days had passed since I woke up from my awakening and began my training routine. I had learned many new things, including the mont when a man should retreat in the face of temptation.
Two days were enough for to experience near-death sensations three tis. Each one left deep marks, not just on my body, but on my mind and soul.
The first ti, Lesley pierced with a spear between my ribs. The pain was instant, sharp, and penetrating, as if a fiery saw had been driven into my torso. I felt the cold tip of the tal tearing through my flesh, cutting through muscles and tissues until it reached my internal organs.
The warmth of my blood gushing out was almost comforting, paradoxically, as if it were proof that I was still alive. But soon ca the cold, an icy sensation spreading from the wound, as if death were extending its fingers to pull in. My vision darkened, the sounds grew distant, and the world seed to spin slower and slower.
Until Dália appeared, her soft, warm hands glowing with the light of healing magic. The pain subsided, the warmth returned, and I took a deep breath, as if I had erged from a dark abyss. In that mont, I realized that life was a fragile thread, and I was dancing on it.
The second ti was different. Lesley hit with a sledgehamr to the skull.
Yes, that crazy woman is out of control!
The impact was like thunder inside my head, a burst of white light that erased all my thoughts. I felt my skull give way, as if it were about to collapse under the pressure. The pain was so intense that it almost wasn't pain, but rather an absence of everything, as if my brain had been shut off for an instant.
Dizziness, nausea, and overwhelming confusion took over. My limbs wouldn't respond, and I fell to the ground, unable to move. The darkness ca quickly, but with it ca a strange peace, as if I were floating in a silent void.
Once again, Dália was there, her magic enveloping my head like a warm embrace, rebuilding what had been broken. This ti, she actually looked at with concern in her eyes. When I opened my eyes, I felt imnse gratitude, but also a deep fear that, next ti, she might not arrive in ti.
The third ti was the subtlest, but perhaps the most frightening. Lesley pierced my back with two throwing daggers. The pain was sharp, but not as imdiate as with the spear or the sledgehamr.
I felt the blades entering my skin, cutting like hot knives, but stopping just a few milliters from my heart. It was as if death had paused to stare at , deciding whether it was worth taking at that mont.
I felt every beat of my heart echoing in the blades, as if they were dancing to the rhythm of my life about to extinguish. My breathing grew shallow, and a heavy sensation filled my chest, as if I were being crushed by an invisible force. Dália, once again, ca to my rescue.
Her hands glowed, and the daggers were removed, my flesh regenerating quickly. But the fear that, next ti, the blades might go a little deeper, never left .
Three near-death experiences, each with its own lesson.
But the most important lesson was: I needed rest. I needed a good night's sleep, I needed ti for my innate energy to recover, and I was certain that at the rate things were going, I'd have another wild, mind-blowing night of sex with Dália, followed by a frivolous death the next morning.
So, I slept in the hand-to-hand combat training center.
The result was better than I expected. Training for the first ti with all my energy intact transford my mindset.
My reflexes were sharper, my body didn't suffer from constant spasms, and I didn't feel weakness coursing through .
The only problem was the piercing glare, the pouty face, and the cold treatnt I received from Dália during breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
On the other hand, Lesley was incredibly cheerful. I don't understand won, seriously, they need to be studied.
Many things had changed over the past five days. The first fundantal change was that on the third day, we received another servant in the royal consort candidate's tower.
Her na is Hera, a Djinn of stunning beauty, standing at 1.80 ters tall with brown hair, tanned skin, full breasts, and golden eyes that complented her complexion.
She is our new gardener and alchemist, responsible for keeping the herb resources up to date, as well as those strange potions Lesley gives from ti to ti.
She wasn't the only person to arrive at the complex. On the fourth day, my second teacher arrived at the royal consort's tower. And I really need to narrate the events of that day, as they were, to put it mildly, atypical.
On the fourth day, Dália and I also sat down, talked, and reached an agreent.
** Fourth day of training
Lesley and I were walking toward the magic training center on the second basent level. As soon as we reached the door, Lesley stopped and didn't open it. There was a look of satisfaction and relief on her face.
"Lesley?" I asked.
"Yes, sorry," she replied calmly. "Starting today, I will no longer be responsible for your internal energy training. You have a new teacher waiting for you inside," she added.
"New teacher?" I inquired. "I thought you'd be my only instructor for a while."
"Well, things have changed. As talented as you are in hand-to-hand combat, where you've truly shown genius beyond asure is in energy control," she said thoughtfully.
"I'm a natural warrior. My talents lie in the fundantals of combat, both ard and unard, as you've seen over the past few days. But when it cos to magic and refined internal energy control, you need soone to guide you."
"That's why I haven't interfered with your energy control training. I never gave you any tips, and look at you, in just four days, you've mastered the first energy pillar," she expressed, showing contentnt with my progress.
"I don't know what box you were living in before being condemned to slavery, but this performance can only be described as monstrous. Maybe due to a lack of reference, you don't understand what I'm saying, but with your new teacher, you will," she said, pointing for to enter the magic room.
I walked slowly toward the door. My expectations were sky-high. A new teacher, finally, I'd be shooting lightning from my hands or eyes, who knows. Before entering the room, I heard Lesley's subtle warning.
"Glenn, be respectful. The person inside is not an ordinary individual," her voice carried admiration and reverence.
'Who is my new teacher, that even Lesley, the shadow of the demon queen, shows such admiration?' I wondered.
I stepped quickly into the magic room, and surprisingly, the sight was... cozy.
The room replicated a paradisiacal beach, with the sound of waves and the scent of the sea. Under a coconut tree, sitting in a comfortable wooden chair, was a man with tanned skin, straight black hair neatly combed back as if he'd used gel.
He wore light black clothes, linen pants and a shirt, his bare feet touching the sand, and he was reading a small yellow book in his hands.
But the most shocking detail of all was his muscular build.
'Damn, this is my magic teacher?' I questioned, impressed by his physique.
He was extrely muscular, with a thick, well-grood beard that exuded authority. His body resembled that of a Classic Physique bodybuilder.
He lifted his head, noticing my presence. Our eyes t, and a slight smile ford on his face. Still seated, he looked at with curiosity, his chin resting on his hand.
Before I could introduce myself, his index finger moved slightly, as if calling closer. I felt an intense pulling force, and my body flew toward him at an insane speed.
I couldn't control myself, couldn't repel the energy, and couldn't stop. In less than a second, my body halted in front of him. His firm hands gripped my shoulders, and his eyes analyzed as if performing a full-body MRI.
"Interesting!" he said in a loud, clear voice.
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