Chapter 28
Byrne's voice echoed through the training room, explaining the many benefits that came with the position of Vice President of the Swordsmanship Association.
"The Vice President is entitled to receive five credits for each academic year," he said, "and fifty gold coins from the association each month..."
Luciel listened intently, but upon hearing the mention of fifty gold coins, he couldn't help but exhale softly.
Fifty gold coins a month?
Luciel had spent three long years working tirelessly to save a mere thirty gold coins. To him, the idea of receiving that much in just a single month was nothing short of astonishing.
"Aside from this," Byrne continued, "the Vice President also enjoys the benefit of having free access to all the training rooms of the association."
"Training rooms?" Luciel blinked in confusion.
Byrne smiled knowingly and nodded. "Yes, similar to the magic puppet challenge room. But unlike the first challenge, subsequent uses of the puppet require a fee..."
Luciel nodded in understanding. He could already imagine how expensive it would be to maintain the magic puppet's magical power. If anyone could use it freely whenever they wanted, the Swordsmanship Association would likely go bankrupt.
"However, as the Vice President, you can also access specialized rooms, such as obstacle rooms, gravity rooms, and others. Each room is equipped with its own unique training tools and challenges. These rooms are generally reserved for members of the association..."
Luciel's curiosity piqued as Byrne led him through the halls. He quickly came upon one of the rooms that Byrne had mentioned—the obstacle room.
The scene before him was nothing short of breathtaking.
Inside the room, a young man was practicing with incredible intensity. His feet were tied to several large iron sandbags, which rattled with every movement. The entire room trembled as the sandbags moved as if they were alive, creating an unpredictable and chaotic environment.
Luciel's gaze turned to the walls, where he noticed a faint cyan glow—a subtle, but unmistakable sign of a magic circle.
Byrne spoke again, explaining, "The walls are inscribed with wind magic arrays. Once activated, they create a strong gust of wind, pushing the sandbags around. This makes it much harder for the person inside to move, forcing them to adapt quickly and improve their reflexes and speed."
Luciel's eyes widened. It was a brilliant method to increase one's agility and reaction time in an unpredictable environment.
Byrne nodded in appreciation as he observed the young man inside. "Barry's strength has improved once again."
The young man deftly dodged the incoming sandbags, demonstrating his extraordinary skill. Luciel couldn't help but be impressed. The youth's strength was clearly beyond his own, perhaps even surpassing Maris in terms of agility and reflexes.
"Impressive," Luciel murmured to himself.
Byrne smiled and gestured for Luciel to follow him. "You can come and try it anytime you wish."
They moved on, entering another room, and here, Luciel saw a completely different scene. Four or five individuals were standing still, their bodies rigid and tensed, sweat dripping from their faces and backs as they endured the pressure of some unseen force.
Luciel glanced at the floor and saw a strange, earth-yellow glow emanating from beneath their feet.
"This," Byrne said, "is the gravity room."
Luciel's interest was piqued.
Byrne continued, "Underneath the floor of the gravity room is an earth magic array that generates a gravitational field. Once you step in, you're forced to endure three times your own weight. It's an excellent way to strengthen your body and enhance your physical endurance."
Luciel's eyes sparkled with excitement. The concept of the gravity room was genius. It wasn't just about building strength in the muscles; it was about conditioning the entire body, even the internal organs, to withstand extreme pressure.
Byrne noticed Luciel's eager expression and chuckled. "If you're interested, feel free to give it a try."
Luciel wasted no time. He placed his long sword aside and slowly stepped into the gravity chamber.
The moment his feet crossed the threshold, a heavy, invisible force seemed to settle over him. It was as if the very air around him had thickened, pulling at his body, making it harder to move or breathe.
Luciel paused for a moment, his thoughts racing. Analyze the best way to practice under triple gravity.
His internal voice activated his chip, and within seconds, a holographic display of light-blue lines appeared in his vision, highlighting areas of his body that needed adjustment. His breathing slowed, and he began to align his muscles and posture according to the chip's guidance.
It wasn't long before Luciel felt the invisible pressure begin to ease. His body adapted, and the gravity no longer felt quite as suffocating.
Byrne, observing from the outside, casually asked, "Maris, how long did you last when you first entered the triple gravity room?"
Maris, who had been watching Luciel intently, replied without hesitation, "I couldn't last more than three minutes. About three minutes. I remember feeling like I was drowning under the pressure."
Byrne raised an eyebrow and turned to Maris. "What do you think? How long do you think Luciel will last?"
Maris considered the question for a moment, then shrugged. "With his current strength, I'd say at least five minutes, maybe eight."
Byrne chuckled softly. "I'll bet Luciel lasts for at least ten minutes."
Maris raised an eyebrow. "Really? Even with the triple gravity?"
Byrne smiled knowingly and gave Luciel a glance. "Pay attention to his breathing and posture."
Maris looked closer and noticed the subtle details—Luciel's stance was steady, his body still trembling ever so slightly in certain areas, but there was an air of calmness to his movements. His breathing was slow and measured, with long, controlled inhales and exhales.
Maris's eyes widened in realization.
"Yes," Byrne confirmed, "Luciel has already adapted to the triple gravity. I'd wager he could last at least twenty minutes, even with his current level."
Maris was speechless. The speed at which Luciel had adjusted to the gravity was nothing short of extraordinary.
"I remember," Byrne continued, "when I first started practicing in this room, it took me several attempts just to last for five minutes. Some people need dozens of tries before they can even begin to get used to it."
"And yet, Luciel…" Maris muttered, still in disbelief, "he's adjusting so quickly. How can someone be so powerful?"
Byrne sighed deeply. "Do you now understand why I made a third-year student the Vice President of the Swordsmanship Association? It's not just about his swordsmanship. His talent goes beyond that. Luciel Lanster is a rare gem—each time you get to know him better, you uncover more astonishing qualities."
The weight of Byrne's words hung in the air, leaving Maris speechless and deeply impressed by Luciel's unmatched potential.
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