Merry Christmas Eve, everybody. I'm not religious, so I use that as a general term. But anyways, I've been trying to improve my writing skills as fast as I can, I hope there's a difference than when I first started. Moving along, here's the chapter. If we get 50 Powerstones by tomorrow at 12 a.m. (Central Time Zone), I'll upload a bonus 2,500+ word chapter with a fight scene! Stay safe, and don't skimp on your mom's presents! At the very least thank her!
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It's the perfect time to train my resistance to pain! Is exactly what I thought. In reality, it is a lot harder to break past that mental barrier.
You see cool action movies like X-Men, where Wolverine doesn't even flinch as his body gets mangled, and you think about how 'macho' and 'tough' he is.
But in reality, it isn't that simple. For reference, James Howlett, Logan, or Wolverine, whichever you prefer to call him, was born on October 12th, 1832.
At least... the movie version of him was.
That means he's had nearly 200 years to nullify the part of his brain that associates fear with injury, fear with death, and fear with pain.
In addition, he's not only had nearly 200 years to train, but he has also had nearly 200 years to learn to not react when pain is inflicted on him.
Whereas me?
I've had about 86 hours with these abilities, and I'm only just now starting.
Well, if any of you can call what I'm doing 'training' that is.
Why do I ask, you wonder?
Oh, that's because I'm standing on the roof of an eight-story building in the dead of night, just about ready to jump wearing nothing but the good old birthday suit.
After Daniel passed out, I carried him home. Then I came a few blocks north to this building.
It's not exactly the tallest, but it was enough that even though I know I'm immortal, it still scares the utter shit out of me.
And let's be real, it be crazier if jumping off of an eight-story building butt-ass naked with the intent of a fatal landing didn't terrify me.
News flash, in most places, that's called suicide! Not Japan, though. They call that Entrance Exam Month.
And that's exactly why I'm doing this. I have a goal. Tonight, I will jump off of this building until I get bored.
You're probably like, Huh? Bored? What the hell does that even mean?
And let me tell you… it means exactly that.
Here's my reasoning. If instead of primal fear, I feel boredom, what do you think that means?
It means that I don't fear it! I'm bored of it! That's when I'll know I've beaten a portion of my fear of death.
[3rd Person Point of View]
The cool night air was exceptionally alluring at this time, and the lack of wind only made it more so. Under the nearly full moon, a mother and daughter were walking their dog, enjoying the beautiful night.
It would have seemed like the perfect, picturesque moment if not for the words that left the little girl's mouth next.
"Mommy?" she asked, her big, wide, innocent eyes trained on an unusual sight before her.
The mom, whistling, asked, "What is it, Clara?"
The little girl, Clara, pointed to a nearby building and said, "Why is that white-haired Oppa about to jump off of the building? There's not even a swimming pool below him!"
The mom's brain didn't process that until a split second later, when she whipped her head towards the direction Clara was pointing.
"Oh, my God!" she finally gasped, her eyes widening.
"Clara, cover your ears!" the mom screamed frantically, pulling Clara closer to her and covering the girl's eyes.
The white-haired boy jumped, laughing and shouting, "Kuuuummmbaaaaayaaaahhh!" before hitting the ground right in front of the mother-daughter duo.
There was a disgusting splat, crunch, and snap-crack—the sound of his body hitting the pavement from eight stories up.
The blood splatters over them, and the mom faints on the spot. The girl however looks at a scene so bizarre, her brain can't fully comprehend its magnitude.
The white-haired boy sits up, looking at his already repaired body with a broad smile. "Well... that hurt. Let's go for the 43rd jump."
Clara looks at the boy in wonder. "Oppa, what are you doing?"
Lance turns in surprise at the little girl who just watched this entire spectacle.
He smiles, patting the girl's head. "Nothing, little sis. I'm just shooting a scene for a movie. Never ever do this! If you see someone do it, call 119!"
Clara nods. "Okay, White-hair Oppa. When you're done, can I see your movie?"
Lance chuckles. "Maybe when you're older. It's got smoking and gang violence. Bad stuff!"
The name? Lance thinks, walking off to avoid a similar situation to this again. Rise of the 5th Crew: The Seoul Saints.
Starring Lance Lee, Daniel Park, and many, many unfortunate villain cameos...