Hearing the Master's training arrangement, Oschin recalled the footage Cowen had recorded for him and what he himself saw this morning, and he felt his calves trembling.
When he only watched the content Cowen had filmed, Oschin thought the obstacle course was only one kilometer long.
But during morning training, when he ran around the small valley of the training base, Oschin despairingly discovered that he really was too young and too naïve.
The one-kilometer stretch he had seen was only the small flat section built inside the valley. The majority of the course was actually constructed along the small hills surrounding the valley.
It was a true winding mountain track. The entire course had been turned by the teachers into an extremely difficult route combining mountain cross-country terrain with artificial obstacles.
Oschin didn't know exactly how long the mountain section of the course was, but judging from the fact that he couldn't see the entire track from the foot of the hill, the distance within the mountain would not be less than two kilometers.
Adding the one-kilometer mechanism corridor after the track came out of the mountain, one full lap was at least four kilometers. Ten laps would be forty kilometers, and they also had to run with weight.
Most importantly, ten laps was only the base number. If they failed to satisfy the Master in the warm-up battle or committed mistakes on normal days, this number would increase.
Just like today—everyone had to run at least twelve laps, with Tang San doing the most, needing to run sixteen laps.
With his throat dry and his mouth full of bitterness, Oschin felt he shouldn't even fantasize about returning to the dorm with his consciousness still intact.
Somewhat woodenly, he accepted from the Master the belt-type weight-bearing soul tool belonging to him. The display showing "1.5" made Oschin's already bitter expression completely collapse.
At this moment Oschin felt like a camel crushed by the final straw, already in a state of extremity—Not a physical limit, but a psychological limit.
Knowing beforehand just how large the workload was, Oschin truly couldn't keep his mentality stable enough. Simply put, Oschin was about to be overwhelmed by the difficulty he imagined.
The Master clearly noticed Oschin's change in expression and glanced at him with a meaningful look, though no one knew what his intention was.
Perhaps it was to completely break Oschin's internal persistence in order to use it to train his mental resilience;Perhaps he really thought these training tasks were still too simple.
In short, when everyone had already turned around to start running, the Master added a calm sentence:
"Teachers are limited in number. Only after everyone completes their tasks will the meal be opened. Whether you can eat on time depends entirely on your own ability."
This sentence made Oschin's legs go soft; his whole body fell onto Oscar. Caught unprepared, Oscar staggered several steps before stabilizing himself.
Turning back, Oscar saw his younger brother's blank, dull, lifeless eyes.
"What's going on? What happened to you?"Frightened by his brother's appearance, Oscar quickly supported Oschin and asked anxiously.
Hearing his brother's worried voice, Oschin finally adjusted his mentality a little. Looking at the track ahead, he said with a somewhat depressed tone:
"It's nothing. You'll know what's wrong with me after you finish your first lap."
With that, Oschin fastened the weighted belt around his waist and began accelerating toward the track. The others, confused, followed after being driven by Oschin's sudden action.
Oschin knew there was a problem with his mentality. The essence of the issue was that his psychological resistance to pressure was weak. When facing difficulties, he would always think about retreating.
Under the influence of this mentality, Oschin always lacked decisiveness. Once he foresaw that some unpredictable variables might arise from his actions, he would choose to stay put and avoid potential trouble.
This mentality wasn't without advantages, but it wouldn't create a pioneer who could point his sword at the peak of the world—At best, it could only produce a ruler who maintained what already existed.
Yet the contradiction was: as someone who possessed the All-Knowing Library, such a perfect auxiliary tool, Oschin was unwilling to leave no legend of his own on the continent.He wanted to change his mindset.
During his twenty-plus years of his previous life, Oschin had always been ordinary and average. Honest, rule-abiding, cautious—such an ordinary mentality had long become a habit etched into his bones.
Quietly organizing things around him in perfect order, giving suggestions but never becoming a leader, like a flawless but inconspicuous screw—indispensable yet unnoticed.That was Oschin's current role in the team.
This very role revealed that Oschin lacked the strong mental fortitude of a true strong person—one who dared to challenge difficulty and would not be defeated by hardship.
At present, because of Cowen, Oschin learned the difficulty of the training task in advance, and this difficulty put enormous pressure on him.
Perhaps even Oschin himself hadn't realized: deep down, he didn't believe he could complete such a tough task.That was why, after hearing the Master list all those harsh conditions, he experienced a momentary mental crash.
This mental crash lasted only an instant, and with Oscar's slight reminder, Oschin could react and return to normal.
But even a momentary instant was enough—It was the first time he had exposed his weakness so nakedly. That display of frailty made Oschin feel as though a ball of fire was burning fiercely in his chest.
This indescribable discomfort made Oschin—rarely ever—lead everyone in a charge toward the starting point of the track.
Only when he reached the first obstacle of the course did Oschin suppress his chaotic thoughts.
He began seriously considering how he should complete this training task that was destined to be completed.
The obstacles Oschin faced were two consecutive low walls. The first was slightly lower, about two meters high. The one behind it was about two and a half meters high.
The front wall wasn't much of a problem, but the higher wall behind, with no distance available to build up speed, could only be climbed using pure jumping and arm strength, consuming a huge amount of energy.
So Oschin wanted to try whether he could avoid landing between the two walls—Directly jumping from the top of one wall to the other, saving some strength.
Run-up, step, leap up, hands pushing—despite the 1.5-times-gravity weight, the physically strong Oschin still easily climbed onto the top of the first low wall.
The space atop the wall was limited, but Oschin found that he could still plant the balls of his feet firmly.
Since the balls of his feet could hold steady, launching a sufficiently powerful jump wasn't difficult.
The distance between the two walls was roughly three meters. Without using soul power, Oschin's standing long jump was three meters and ten.
Considering he was now carrying weights and could not exert full force or perfect form, simply jumping across was still somewhat dangerous.
With his usual mindset, Oschin would almost certainly give up trying under these circumstances.
But today, with his thoughts still in chaos, Oschin didn't hesitate. The moment he stepped on the walltop, he simply followed his body's feeling—smooth arm swing, leg push, abdominal contraction—and leapt forward.
Whether because of soul power nourishment or persistent training, Oschin had already grown to one meter eighty in height, with an even more exaggerated two-meter arm span.
Even with a three-meter horizontal gap and a fifty-centimeter vertical drop between the walls, Oschin still successfully grabbed the top of the second wall.
After that, things were easy. With his hands providing upward force, his feet pushing hard against the rough wall surface, and the timely contraction of his abdominal muscles, Oschin rather easily flipped onto the top of the second wall.
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