Surviving In My Novel 114 Let's Do This

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"Jack, I am at my limit already!" Tyrone knelt on the floor, exhausted. After a sparring session that lasted for roughly half a day, Jack and Tyrone had finally finished and tired each other out to the point of ma.s.sive fatigue.

Expending all of their energy had made them feel dizzy and partially sick. While this may be normal, it still meant to them that they did not have enough stamina. They could only survive for 12 hours, nothing more.

"Jack, I think I will turn in for the night. Catch you tomorrow if my body lets me get out of bed." Tyrone tiringly spoke. His shoulder became slouched as he tried to move, with his legs spazzing as he walked off.

"I don't think my arms have enough energy to even hold a toothbrush…"

Jack sat down on the ground, leaning on the wall of the training hall. It was midnight and all he could do was sleep. With a blanket and a cus.h.i.+oned mat, he laid his body down and slept well into the noon of the next day.

After a week of being without their master, the kids had grown somewhat familiar with independent learning. Forging their own routines and training methods, they slowly became more like free thinking adults rather than primary school aged children. Each and every one of them slowly began to grow both mentally and physically. Everything had changed.

Jack and Tyrone had essentially become the best of friends through sparring. The YuLuShu brothers had long surpa.s.sed almost everyone, with Jack quickly catching up, followed by the Haven kids. Simon had trained in the forest for the last week, learning to cut trees with his lawnmower and treat mountains as overgrown weeds. 

James had reached a point of enlightenment, becoming a fearsome swordsman in the night. Unlike his peers however, he only trained at night. Through this, he only made it to the 80th layer of the Darkness Sword.

Sienna had long since surpa.s.sed James with her superior training speed and time management, surprising no one in reaching the 150th layer of her technique.

Mich.e.l.le was much the same as Sienna, managing to accomplish just as much as her sister.

Mark was one of the most strict in his training, spending 20 hours training every single day. This was only achievable because of his own research into sleep efficiency techniques, being the first of Simon's students to create a sleeping technique that increased the value of a single hour of sleep by a multiplier of 3. As such, Mark, through his almost suicidal training regime, managed to achieve the 260th layer of the Punishment Belt technique.

Even so, there was still a wild card that was left unaccounted for. Mu.

Mu has trained his sword technique every single day and night, sparring with every single disciple that he could, quickly achieving a level of versatility that no one else could. With his training method, he managed to make up for his supposed lack of talent with pure ingenuity. Every single move he made could be used against a mult.i.tude of combatants. His every stroke was instilled with wisdom. Mu had finally reached the 250th layer.

In hindsight, everyone pushed themselves extraordinarily hard. In only a week, they had improved by so much that they would hardly be recognised by others if they were to appear before them.

However, no matter how hard one might train, there is always a man that trains with not just his heart, but his soul.

After successfully breaking through to the 4th rank of Magician, Shu had made vast progression in his technique. Without a limit to layers, Shu practiced and practiced. It did not matter whether he was asleep and dreaming or if he was awake and training. He continued to persist in his technique. Every single second was honing his senses. Before he knew it, he had already become a monster.

"1000th layer… what is next? Is there anything else to master? I have learnt this technique past the boundaries that are known to exist. What else can I do? What else can I do but ask for master's help? I need to see master and obtain the next set of instructions for my training."

That day, Shu left with his brothers. Through a strange portal located in a cave just 10km south of the palace, they began their journey to find Simon and obtain instructions to further their learning.

That was the first batch of disciples to declare themselves ready, and leave. Everyone else were worried about their strength, determined to train until they could be sure that Simon would be proud.

Of course Dahlia and Malece stayed in the Mansion with the detachment of Blood Guardians, only willing to go when everyone was ready. With Dahlia quickly approaching the 7th rank of visionary, Malece sped up her pace. At last, she had achieved the 2nd rank that is above the realm of Devil Magic.

Light, Lenn and Coliart had all managed to break through to the peak of magic, quickly approaching the stage above.

With this speed, the entirety of the group would be able to leave within the next two weeks.

Perhaps they would see Simon sooner rather than later.

"Mom! I broke through to the 8th rank of visionary! Praise me!" Dahlia hugged Malece warmly and waited for her impending praise.

"Very good, Dahlia. Dad would be very proud. How about you make him more proud by breaking through to the first rank of Devil Magic by the end of the month?" Malece stroked Dahlia's hair. Softly and gently, Malece treated her daughter with her most genuine affections. Her daughter was just too precious, even if she had grown up so quickly, she would always be Malece's baby.

"Yey! When can we finally see dad? I want to show him how strong I've become! He will praise me so much! I want to be cool like dad… if I could be strong and look cool like him, nothing would stand in my way." Dahlia smiled. She truly did wish to be like Simon. As the most powerful person she had very seen, Dahlia naturally wanted to take after him in that aspect and not make him embarra.s.sed.

"Don't worry, just train hard and dad will love you regardless of the result. You're his little ray of suns.h.i.+ne." Malece poked Dahlia's nose and warmly smiled.

"Even if I am weak?"

"Even if you're weak. Your dad will always love you and protect you. He only wishes that you will become strong so you can become great too."

"Dad is so cool! When I grow up, I'm going to be as good as dad!"

The night came and went. Another day came and training began as usual. Yu Lu and Shu's departure had put pressure on the remaining disciples, pus.h.i.+ng them to train extra hard.

After the end of another week, the group felt like they were more or less ready to leave on their next great adventure. For however long that may take, they would be willing to go. If it meant learning new things and becoming stronger to make their master proud, the experience would be more than worth it.

This event would be the prelude to a war that blazed through the cultivation world. In many places throughout that higher realm, they would tell of the tale so heaven defying that thunder refused to strike. The group may not know it now, but they will witness it in the future.

A group of war G.o.ds that descended from the heavens to cleanse the world of evil. They declared war on the enemies of their master and destroyed anything that desired to do evil. More or less, the legend would end with a trail of blood. The ma.s.ses and the immortals could only wors.h.i.+p, watching as the war G.o.ds disappeared from the realm as suddenly as they appeared. Similar to their master.

The legend of Simon and his disciples would be recorded down in many different civilisations, eventually pa.s.sing into the realm of ancient myths and lore, immortalised for all to see. In a time where there were warring immortals, this group descended.

However, for now, the disciples, Blood Guardians, and Simon's family were on the other side of the portal. They had not yet crossed into that realm of myths and legends. They were merely above average… for now.

"Jack, you ready?" Tyrone jumped in the same spot, ready to move.

"As always, Ty." Jack fist b.u.mped Tyrone and also started warming up.

"Simz, you going to come with us?" Mich.e.l.le, Sienna and Sam were huddled in a tight group. Simon did not bother answering and quickly made his way to the group. Something about strength in numbers appealed to him.

"Hey, Mu. You, me and James should form a group." Mark walked up to Mu and went in for a bro hug.

"Yep, I'm up for it."

"Let's do this."