Pissed.
That's the only word that could begin to describe Jean's current emotions—and even that felt like an understatement.
His arms felt like lead. His chest burned. His legs trembled like bamboo in a storm.
But somehow, he also felt... good.
Rejuvenated.
Back to full stamina.
*System, what did you do?*
{Healed your body.}
*I can see that!*
*But why didn't I see that listed as a quest reward?*
{That's because it's not.}
Then where the hell did that come from?
{Reach your limit — the system grants a free heal}
Oh.
*Well... that's nice.*
*BUT WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!*
*YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL! A CREEPY IDIOT*
Jean's face turned tomato-red from a mix of shame, exhaustion, and fury.
{Well you didn't ask, so....}
*SO IT'S MY FAULT NOW?!*
Jean looked like he was about to explode.
But fine. Whatever. If reaching my limits earns a free heal, then I'll just keep pushing. Again. And again. Until my body begged for mercy—No pain, no gain.
With the auto-heal kicking in every time he collapsed, Jean kept going—ignoring the mounting fatigue, the trembling of his limbs, and the burning in his muscles.
When the system healed him again, Jean clenched his jaw so hard it cracked. He wasn't making a sound this time.
I will become stronger no matter what.
89.
90.
91...
100.
Jean collapsed to the floor like a ragdoll.
Rachel approached, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Wow… Young Master, you actually did one hundred push-ups. That's incredible!"
Jean grinned, panting. "Heh… what can I say? I'm tougher than I look."
Rachel tilted her head. "So… are you done now?"
Jean stood up slowly, still grinning. "Not yet. Still got some more."
*System, quest status.*
{DING}
{DAILY QUEST}
PUSH-UPS: 100/100
SIT-UPS: 0/100
SQUATS: 0/100
PULL-UPS: 0/100
*Three more to go.* Jean thought—a bit frustrated.
At least the healing system made it possible.
His eyes gleamed with a mad intensity.
*Let get wild.*
Rachel grew increasingly worried. "Don't push yourself too hard…" she murmured, catching the unsettling look in his eyes.
"I'll be alright," Jean said, flashing his family's signature devilish smile. Catching Rachel of guard.
Blushing. "Okay, i-if you say so." She quickly turned, burying her face in her palms.
He lay down on the floor, laced his fingers behind his head, and began the sit-ups.
Rachel sat nearby, watching quietly.
*Okay, J. Let's give it our all.*
1.
2.
3.
...
89.
90.
...
100.
Jean sat up, a goofy grin plastered across his sweat-soaked face.
Heh. If I keep this up… I might get a little bit addicted.
Rachel stared at him, perplexed. *What's going on with him?*
First he looked like he was in agony. Then he moaned. Now he had completed one hundred sit-ups like it was nothing and looked like an idiotically happy fool.
Is he really okay?
She genuinely hoped so.
Their eyes met. Jean's lip twitched.
Turning away pretending nothing happened.
Next-up; Squats.
"I think you should stop, Young Master," Rachel said, her voice gentle and hesitant.
Jean didn't even blink.
She thinks I'm crazy… but that's fine.
To walk the path to greatness, you'll be called crazy a lot.
Jean took his stance, hands on his head, knees bent.
Down.
Up.
1.
2.
3.
...
95.
Haa… haa…
Sweat dripped from his brow. His limbs trembled. But he didn't stop.
Once again, that cool sensation swept through him—System Heal.
Jean clenched his jaw.
Nice try. But I ain't disgracing myself, you sick bastard.
{Awww.}
Jean lips twitched.
*Just ignore it.*
He completed the remaining squats.
All that remained; Running.
*Hey, System.*
{What?}
*How do I do pull-ups?*
Jean looked around, but didn't see anything that could be of use.
{Hold on.}
Jean waited.
{DING}
{DAILY QUEST}
PUSH-UPS: 100/100
SIT-UPS: 100/100
SQUATS: 100/100
PULL-UPS; TERMINATED.
Jean stared at the interface. The end.
Just like that.
No more training.
*Are you sure you're not a quack?* Jean asked suspicious.
{Your the quack.} The system barked.
*Okay that confirms it your a quack— Give me back my system, you highjacker.*
{Seeing that you and pain are lovers. Here.}
{DING}
PLANK; 10MIN(20kg)
Huh.
*Are you crazy.*
*This will kill me, for sure.*
Jean acted like a dog on drugs.
But the system ignored his rants.
Rachel seeing him acting weird again, fidgeted nervously.
*What should i do, if he hurts himself, even a little… I'm done for!*
But she knew talking wouldn't stop him. And forcing him might make things worse.
Then she saw Jean move down— his hands on the floor.
*Hasn't he done that already.* Rachel wondered.
Jean firmly in a plank position. *Alright. Let's go.*
{Applying weight.}
His small body buckled under the weight.
But he was persistent. Refusing to give in.
{1:03}
Haa…haa…haa…
*This is gonna take forever.*
-------------------------------
{9:55}
Almost there.... just hold on a little longer!
{9:58}
{9:59}
{9:60}
{DING}
He collapsed onto the floor, drenched in sweat.
Done. All done.
Now, where's my reward?
{DING}
{DAILY QUEST COMPLETED}
{REWARD; +1 ALL ATTRIBUTES}
Jean smiled, Like he won a 200 million lottery.
{YOU HAVE RECEIVED A 10× MULTIPLIER}
Jean froze.
…Say what now?