Strongest Demigod System-Chapter 47: Final Four

Azrael's Mortal Ranking was almost at C Rank, while the other students were just getting their mortal bodies to the D Rank. What sort of bullshit laziness was this?

Scar watched as the students transitioned from push-ups to lunges, and the gravity in the room suddenly increased by one G. One of the boys who had been struggling more than the others gasped from the sudden weight increase, and he couldn't stay on his feet anymore as he collapsed to the ground. Scar clicked his tongue in irritation.

"Every group must finish their exercises! Anyone in a group that doesn't finish is going to stay back after class and go through everything again until they get it all! Is that understood, killers!?"

"Yes, Mr. Scar!"

Scar went and grabbed a seat from the other side of the hallway, put it in the middle of the hallway, and plopped himself down to read a novel. The students were all screaming and shouting in exertion around him, and Scar just allowed their cries of pain to serve as the backdrop to his relaxation.

The exercises continued for the next three hours. As time passed, they got more and more difficult, forcing the students to use more energy if they wanted to get through it all. One of the children of Poseidon had gotten a massive cramp during her exercise and almost drowned, but Scar was able to remove her from the training before she drowned to her death. The other students thought that this would give them some form of break since Scar might need to take the girl to the hospital, but Scar just called on one of the seniors in the school and told her to take the girl to the infirmary while the others continued their training.

Those three hours were hell for the students, and it was no different for Azrael.

Azrael felt like he was going to collapse at any moment now. The gravity in the room had increased to four G's, and the weight on his back was now at 200 kilos. Azrael felt like he was Atlas holding up the entire world. What the hell is this room!?

If Azrael knew that a room like this existed in the school, then he would've asked for permission to use it before today!

But Azrael had no idea that the school had a gravity room, so this was the first time he was ever going to use it!

Azrael's hands were shaking as he held himself up in a plank. They had been doing the plank for the past forty-five minutes, and Azrael could feel his core burning with a vengeance! His body was telling him to stop and fall down, but Azrael refused to do that!

There was still one other person in the room who hadn't fallen, and there was no way Azrael was going to be the loser.

Even though Azrael didn't like any of the students in the school, he still had his pride that prevented him from ever bowing his head to anyone. And losing here to the other child of Ares would be the last thing Azrael would do!

Azrael was going to win against all the odds!

[Forty-seven Minutes.]

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"FORTY-SEVEN MINUTES!"

Azrael and the last remaining boy shouted along with the Simulation AI as time continued to pass. The other students had all either passed out or given up and begged Scar to send them to the infirmary as well, but Scar just told everyone who wasn't on the verge of dying that they were done for the day. Whoever gave up after the three-hour mark was allowed to take a small break, while those who were still energetic continued to work out.

It sounded unfair, but that was exactly what Scar was looking to do. Those who truly wanted to be strong would be able to stick things through till the very end, while those who didn't want to be strong would see the others resting outside, and they would give up just as quickly!

Among the demigods, only five people were still actively training. One of them was Jane Ashton, who was still being pumped full of electricity. The voltage had gone all the way up to three thousand volts now, and she had been taking that amount for the past thirty minutes.

Henry was still trying his best to drag the resistance band towards the other side of the room. With how much weight was holding him back, it felt like Henry was pulling a mansion along with him as he forced himself forward.

Gerald Gaye was the only child of Artemis left in the archery range. He was being bombarded with so much wind and vibrations that it was impossible for him to stand still, but he was still trying his best to get the last bullseye that would give him the win.

"Gah!"

Finally, one of the students dropped to the ground, and Scar turned to look at the child of Ares who had been in the training room with Azrael. The look of pure disappointment on Scar's face would have been enough to make a weaker child cry!

'I'm going to have to increase the training of the children of Ares if this is their level. They are all weaker than a demigod with no God aspect. I can't let this stand.'

Scar had this thought as he glared at the other students who had been in the strength-based room with Azrael. They all turned away from Scar's disappointed face in embarrassment, and Scar clicked his tongue before telling the last child of Ares to get out of his sight and go get a drink of water.

The child trekked away defeated, and Scar turned back to look at Azrael and the other students who were still going at it.

So, these were the elite of the class.

Henry, the child of Helios.

Gerald, the child of Artemis.

Jane, the child of Zeus.

Azrael, the child of Thanatos.

These four not only had the most stamina among all the students, but they also had the highest mental fortitude that allowed them to keep going even when the promise of rest was right within touching distance.

Scar didn't know it, but a small grin had started to appear on his face as he tapped his novel on his thigh calmly. If there were four of them, then he could work with this.

The training exercise continued for a few more minutes with Scar checking the time to make sure that they weren't going overboard. Gerald started to curse after a few minutes of the constant vibrations keeping him away from his goal, and Henry looked like he was close to death's door with how intensely he was breathing while trying to struggle forward against the resistance band.

Azrael had transitioned from planks to pull-ups, and each time he pulled his chin above the bar, Scar could see his entire body shaking and vibrating!

Jane Ashton still looked like she could go for another hour if she needed to. She was struggling, and her teeth were clenched hard, but there were no signs of fatigue other than this, and she was bracing close to three thousand five hundred volts of electricity. A lot more than Scar thought she would be able to withstand.

Finally, after the clock struck two in the afternoon, Scar clapped.

"End Test."

[Command Accepted.]