"Yeah more useless shit." Lucas muttered with a deep sigh as he slid his phone into his pocket. He had hoped that he would find some results for learning how to control all the muscles in your body. But what came up was mostly Chinese bullshit.
Lucas flipped his wrist and glanced at the watch strapped over his hand, seeing that it was seven in the night. He decided to first head to the gym.
'Actually, the canteen is better. I've trained a lot, I'm tired. It's best to give my body some fuel to expend.'
Lucas took his keys and swiftly left the dorm, locking it behind him.
"..."
Lucas gorged himself on food. He ordered a variety of dishes, ranging from a myriad of cultures. Italian, Spanish, Indian and more.
He decided that it was best to give his body some nourishment. During the past four years, he had been counting every single penny and ate the cheapest of foods. Sometimes resorting to the leftovers of others.
While this had kept his expenditure in check, it also gave him a weak foundation.
Lucas decided that this was the second part of the last stretch on his road to ascension, if he kept acting like a miser. All his efforts would be worth nothing.
And for 50 U, he got a meal that filled his stomach to the brim. Lucas squirmed in his seat with mild uneasiness, his hand quickly dropped down and unbuttoned his pants, which made him feel a lot better.
"Jesus Christ, Gorlock, slow down." Bellie muttered with slight astonishment. His eyes perked up, as he 'glanced' at the scene before him.
It was the first time he had ever seen Lucas spend more than 2 U on food. The same guy had refused to buy new underwear for 2 entire years and wore his old underwear which was riddled with holes in an effort to save money.
"Shut the fuck up." Lucas answered, his tone laced with irritation. He kicked off his shoes and stretched his body on the bench, his legs covering up the seat.
"You aren't going to train?" Bellie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nah, it's not good to train right after you've eaten. I'm going to wait for a while." Lucas answered, indifferent. As he began to doom scroll for two entire hours on his phone, occasionally letting out a chuckle or two.
"Welp, guess it's time to train now." Lucas announced, rubbing his protruding belly which had slightly decreased in size.
".."
Lucas walked over to the luxurious gravity room, his eyes glanced over the exhausted Kevin who limped out of the room.
His eyes seemed weary, "Word of advice, don't overestimate your capabilities and set the gravity to a high level. It's quite difficult."
He mentioned slowly as he made his way to the exit.
Lucas turned and glimpsed at his departing figure, his head tilted to the side in confusion, 'What was that?'
He pondered for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.
Lucas entered the gravity room, his eyes capturing the clean white room. It was quite plain, painted white with no contrasting colours and also had no equipment. It seemed that this room was only used for exercising under high gravity and not training with their weapons.
Lucas quickly found the pad for the control, which was placed opposite to the door. His hand scratched his chin as he pondered on what g to select.
"Choose 6g." Bellie whispered quietly, as Lucas shook his head. "Nah, that's too much. I'll probably pass out within moments." He muttered.
Bellie sighed softly, "I knew you wouldn't choose 6g, want to know why? It's because you, are, a, pussy!" He said with a laugh as Lucas scoffed.
"Sorry bro, I'm not trying to get into a dick measuring contest with literally no one. I'm choosing 2g." Lucas said as his hand brushed over the cold metallic keypad.
"You're no fun." Bellie said in exasperation.
Lucas quickly tapped the keypad once.
The room slowly vibrated as Lucas confirmed his setting. The room's quiet thump every moment made Lucas's heart pace.
The air grew heavier, almost immediately. It was subtle at first, like a small pressure applied on his shoulders. But within seconds, his knees bent involuntarily.
"Shit." Lucas grunted, his teeth grit as he forced himself upright. His knees creaked with a screech, his entire body felt like someone had been strapped onto him.
"This is 2g?" Lucas muttered in awe, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "It feels like I'm carrying another person on top of me."
"It would have been hilarious if you tried 6g." Bellie said with a snort.
Lucas ignored him and took a slow step forward. His calves shuddered as he forced himself to continue, each step he took made his joints creak and grind.
"Good." Lucas said with a smile, "This is exactly what I need." He reassured himself as he continued forward.
Almost immediately, Lucas fell forward. His eyes were blank and void, thankfully, just before he crashed into the ground he caught himself with his arms, which took the brunt of the force.
His vision blurred, dark spots appearing in his sight. His body felt numb and petrified, it felt as if someone had drugged him.
"Wh—what t—t—the fuck." Lucas's speech slurred as his vision rolled. His body was filled with stinging pain all over, as if sharp needles had been pierced into every corner of his body.
Lucas clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding so hard it hurt. His arms trembled under the weight pinning him down.
"Is my body so weak that I struggle against even the minimum gravity? Fuck, maybe I am not as strong as I imagined I was." He growled, forcing one knee to push against the floor.
"I am literally not passing out over 2g, that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I am not going to start cringing at 2 in the night when I remember this moment!" Lucas said with a snarl.
He felt like he was lifting a mountain. His muscles screamed, his veins bulged, and sweat poured off his face like rain.
Bellie's voice was sharp now. "Lucas, shut it down. You're about to blackout."
Lucas barked out a laugh, his voice low, "You won't get stronger if you don't push yourself. Isn't that what they say?!"
"That's not—"
"Shut it!" Lucas roared, slamming his palm into the floor for leverage. His shoulder nearly dislocated from the effort, but slowly, painfully, he forced himself upright. His body shook violently, his face pale, but at last, he stood.
He swayed in place, his blood struggling to reach his brain.
"Two more minutes," he told himself, staring at the white wall. "Two more minutes and then I'll stop."
Each second felt like an eternity. He shuffled forward one step, then another. His legs were on fire, his lungs burning, his stomach threatening to turn inside out.
"Wait a minute!" Lucas suddenly had an epiphany, almost jumping in place. "Am I going to get testicular torsion by enduring this?!"
He paused, the weight of his voice sinking into himself. "Oh hell nah! I ain't trying to sacrifice my balls to prove myself. I still haven't even lost it yet!"
In an instant, with new found vigour, Lucas rushed at the metallic keypad, stopping it in an instant before rushing out.
"I should probably get checked just for safety!" He said with concern as he made his way to the infirmary.