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Chapter 4 - Into the Millions

I trained until I looked up and realized, with something between awe and horror, that it had been exactly one million years since I first arrived at the Training Grounds.

Bing!

[ Congratulations! It has been 1,000,000 years since Host began training. Rewards will now be given. ]

[ Gained - Skill: 'Immortality' ]

Wow. A million years already, huh. Somehow that felt shorter than the ten I thought I'd spent on push-ups earlier.

"System, status, please."

[ Name: Lukas Gigonos

Age: 1,000,022

Titles: 'Someone From Another World'

Job: 'Training Lover'

Strength: 102,540,882

Endurance: 97,233,062

Speed: 113,522,691

Mana: ∞

Wisdom: 200,000

Skills: 'Unlimited Potential' 'Unlimited Magic' 'Can't Level Up? I Just Need To Train' 'Unlimited Appraisal' 'Hide It' 'Train Addict' 'Immortality'

'Immortality' - Granted to those who have reached the pinnacle of living beings. The user cannot die under normal circumstances. ]

On top of the numbers, I'd apparently picked up yet another cheat skill. I'm officially overpowered by any Earth standard that used to mean anything. But I'm still not there. Keep training.

Alright — after a single day of rest, I'll push on until I hit a hundred million years. I wonder what the System will throw my way this time.

A year before I hit that mark, I stopped to check my status again.

"System, status, please~"

[ Name: Lukas Gigonos

Age: 100,000,021

Titles: 'Someone From Another World'

Job: 'Training Lover'

Strength: 1,012,560,120

Endurance: 1,000,452,600

Speed: 1,116,542,644

Mana: ∞

Wisdom: 500,000

Skills: 'Unlimited Potential' 'Unlimited Magic' 'Can't Level Up? I Just Need To Train' 'Unlimited Appraisal' 'Hide It' 'Train Addict' 'Immortality'

'Training Addict' - One year of training feels like ten minutes. ]

Alright, just one more year, and I get my well-earned prize.

That single year passed easily enough.

Somewhere in the middle of those hundred million years I'd stopped flinching every time the number on the timer jumped. I'd started talking to myself less like a scared twenty-two-year-old and more like — I don't know, a very tired coach cheering himself through an endless marathon. I laughed more. I thought about home less. It should have bothered me more than it did that Earth, my old apartment, the sound of traffic outside my window — all of it was starting to feel like something I'd read in a book once, rather than something I'd lived. But out here, with nothing but sunlight and sweat and the next rep, there wasn't much room left for grief. Maybe that was the point of this place all along.

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