I Cultivate 10,000 Times Faster-Chapter 155: [153] Exercising Before The Big Spin!

The next morning, Levi woke before dawn. His internal clock, honed by six months of survival in the Hellfrozen Abyss, pulled him from sleep at exactly 5 AM. He had grown to wake up early as sleeping too much would definitely get you killed in the abyss.

It was definitely how he killed a Level 5 FiendWarrior easily.

Luna was still curled up beside him, but the golden wyvern wa more comfortable in his Beast Spatial Ring during the night.

Levi sat up, rolling his shoulders and neck. He felt restless. Six months of constant movement, vigilance, intense combat had changed him. So Lying still for eight hours felt kind of wrong to him.

He stood and walked quietly toward his apartment's private training room, one of the perks of Elite Class housing.

It wasn't much compared to the academy's main training facilities, but it was private. And right now, privacy was exactly what Levi needed.

He changed into simple training clothes, loose pants and a sleeveless shirt, and stood in the center of the empty room. Then he dropped to the floor and began his daily set of exercises.

Push-ups.

One. Two. Three. His form was perfect, body rigid as a plank, arms extending and contracting. Ten. Twenty. Fifty. The burn didn't start at first until he reached 100.

One hundred. Two hundred. His breathing remained steady. In through the nose, out through the mouth, maintaining the rhythm that kept oxygen flowing to his muscles.

Five hundred. The burn intensified, spreading through his chest and triceps. Sweat began forming on his forehead, dripping onto the training room floor.

One thousand. His arms trembled slightly now. But Levi's expression remained flat, emotionless. It was as though the pain was nothing to him as he continued his push ups.

Two thousand. Three thousand. The trembling increased. His form wavered slightly, requiring conscious effort to maintain proper form.

Five thousand. Halfway. His upper body felt like it was on fire, as his muscles started to fire up. But Levi kept going, it was only when th pain truly starts, that's when the gain truly starts.

Seven thousand. Eight thousand. His vision started to blur slightly from the exertion, sweat now pouring off his body, forming a pool on the ground. Not even the air conditioning in the room could dry his sweat up fast.

Nine thousand. Nine thousand five hundred. Nine thousand nine hundred.

Ten thousand.

Levi held the final push-up position for three full seconds, arms fully extended, before lowering himself to the floor. He lay there for exactly thirty seconds, as he let massive amounts of oxygen into his body. Giving him self time to catch his breath but not enough to let his muscles cool completely, then suddenly he rolled with his face to the ground.

And then he started his sit-ups.

One. Two. Three. His core engaged, pulling his torso up toward his knees with explosive force. Ten. Twenty. Fifty.

The routine was brutal by any normal standard. Ten thousand reps of each exercise would hospitalize an ordinary person. Even for a Peak Genetic Soldier, it was pushing the absolute limits of what the human body could endure without breaking.

But levi learnt something during his time in this world. As long as one can endure th pain and surpass the limit, the body would adapt even further and adapt even more!

Pain was just the body's warning system, and warnings could be acknowledged and then ignored!

One thousand. Two thousand. His abdominal muscles burned as though he was in fire. It was even worse compared to his push ups!

Five thousand. Halfway again. His stomach

felt like molten iron, each contraction sending waves of agony through his midsection.

Seven thousand. Eight thousand. His form began to deteriorate slightly, his movements becoming less explosive but he didn't stop.

Nine thousand. Nine thousand five hundred. Nine thousand nine hundred.

Ten thousand.

Levi collapsed back onto the floor like dominoes as his chest heaved up and down rapidly as though he had just nut inside some cute girl.

Sweat had completely soaked through his shirt, creating a small puddle beneath him. He allowed himself one minute of rest this time, then managed to force himself to his feet.

And then he started with squats.

The lower body exercises were somehow worse than the upper body ones.

One. Two. Three. Levi descended until his thighs were almost

parallel to the ground, then exploded upward. Ten. Twenty. Fifty.

One thousand.

Five thousand. His legs trembled with each repetition, threatening to give out entirely. But Levi's face remained expressionless, it was as though he was just a spectator watching his body, as though he had turned officiating receptor.

Seven thousand. Eight thousand.

Nine thousand. Nine thousand five hundred. His legs felt like they were made of rubber and fire at the exact same time!

Nine thousand nine hundred.

Ten thousand.

Levi's legs gave out and he fell as though his spine had been sliced off.

He knelt there for several minutes, breathing hard as sweat dripped

from every part of his body.

After about 10 minutes, his regeneration had kicked in.

He forced himself to stand and walked over to the corner of the training room where a high-end running machine sat.

Levi stepped onto the machine and activated it. The display lit up, showing distance, speed, time, and various other metrics.

He set the distance to one thousand kilometers and hit start.

The machine hummed, and the belt beginning to move beneath his feet. Levi started running, his pace was steady and normal as he ran at a slide pace.

Ten kilometers. Twenty. His legs that were alredy exhausted from ten thousand squats started to burn up. But Levi ignored the signals his body was sending, focusing instead on maintaining rhythm. Left foot, right foot, breathe, repeat.

Fifty kilometers. One hundred. Sweat poured off his body in rivers, soaking his clothe completely and creating a small puddle on the machine's belt.

Two hundred kilometers. Three hundred. His vision began to blur at this moment but his legs just kept moving as he juggled.

Five hundred kilometers. As he reached halfway, his pace had already slowed down. It was normal, given the accumulated fatigue, but he was still moving forward. Still grinding through each step.

Seven hundred kilometers. Eight hundred. This time, his entire body started to hurt.

Nine hundred kilometers. Nine hundred fifty. His legs were moving on pure autopilot now, his conscious mind barely involved in the process.

Nine hundred ninety. Nine hundred ninety-five. Nine hundred ninety-nine.

One thousand kilometers.

The machine beeped, indicating completion. Levi's legs continued moving for several more steps before his brain registered that he could stop. He hit the emergency stop button and the belt decelerated rapidly.

The moment it stopped completely, Levi's legs gave out entirely. He collapsed onto the now-stationary belt, his body refusing to respond to any commands to stand. His chest heaved like a bellows, his heart hammering so hard he could hear it in his ears.

He lay there for several long minutes, completely spent, before a familiar sensation washed over him, the tingling feeling that accompanied system notifications.

A translucent blue screen materialized in front of his face, visible only to him:

[Daily Training Complete!]

[Calculating rewards…]

[+45 Strength]

[+42 Physique]

[+50 Agility]

Levi stared at the numbers, his exhausted mind processing them slowly. Then he frowned.

"It's getting even lesser," he muttered, his voice rough from being tired.

When he'd first increased his training routine to these absurd levels, ten thousand push-ups, sit-ups, and squats, plus a thousand-kilometer run, he'd been seeing constant rewards of one hundred or more stat points per attribute. The system had been generous, recognizing the extreme difficulty of the training and rewarding him accordingly.

But now? Barely half of what he used to receive.

Levi understood the principle behind it. The system rewarded growth, challenge, pushing beyond limits. But the human body adapted. What was once extremely difficult became merely difficult. What once pushed his limits eventually became his new baseline.

Diminishing returns were inevitable.

Which meant he'd need to increase the difficulty again soon. Add weight. Increase distance. Find some way to make the training harder, more challenging, more likely to actually push his development forward.

But that was a problem for another day.

Right now, he needed to shower before he passed out from dehydration.

Levi forced himself to stand, his legs wobbling but holding, and stumbled toward the apartment's bathroom. He peeled off his completely soaked training clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the water to cold.

The icy spray hit his overheated body like a slap, shocking his system back to full alertness. He stood under the freezing water for several minutes, letting it wash away the sweat and cool his core temperature back to normal levels.

Finally, he switched to warm water and actually cleaned himself properly, using soap that smelled like sandalwood and something else he couldn't quite scent.