She called grandma to report her day (though naturally with plenty of lies) and then also chatted with her cousins for a bit, with them mentioning the gadgets she gave them a lot.

They also updated her with their progress, not just with their ’martial prowess’ but also with the part-time jobs she assigned them to.

For example, Hans showed off the external drive he had filled, one with academic resources and the other with entertainment resources. There was still a lot more to download, but his progress was fast enough.

Linlin’s progress was even more impressive. She was now down to 30 Chapters, which was nearly 40,000 words uploaded. The typing speed of the current generation was really intense.

After getting cleaned up and prepping for bed, she went to her space and updated her accounts and current progress. She printed them out with the printer and PC from her space and posted them on the whiteboard.

She also updated her wish lists, staring at the ’place to stay’.

She set up a little office in front of the whiteboard, so there was a desk and a comfortable swivel chair with breathable mesh backing. Unexpectedly, while she was staring at her progress, her eyelids felt heavy.

In the span of two days, she realized she had gone through intense activity one after the other. She traveled all the way from her hometown to a far away City. She then went to a border town, rode a motorcycle, and then walked through mountains and forests for half a day. She wasn’t even able to use the inn booking, she slept in her space directly.

The next day, forest travel resumed. She even assassinated a few men, looted their base, found a family of snakes, and then sparred with police (with fists and words).

In the same afternoon, she went back to Freisa Town without much rest, went shopping for a few hours, found a dying cat, and got her treated. She didn’t even realize she was tired until now.

She completely forgot to get out of the space and sleep on the comfortable bed, ending up falling asleep with her head on her desk instead.

...

Inside a high-tech physical recovery room, a handsome young man was carrying his own weight, pushing himself to stand up while holding on to a railing.

His chiseled jaws were clenched the whole time, the veins on his neck and arms popping.

He was the only patient there, but there were a number of people, doctors, and even Micheal, his de-facto (possibly unwilling) assistant.

However, when he saw this young man work so hard like this, another layer of (possibly reluctant) praise passed over his head.

They were all understandably looking at Kael with concern, while some of the doctors were interested and awed.

It had only been a week or so since he woke up. People in the same situation would be struggling to sit up at this point, let alone stand up.

But, for some reason, this young man’s eyes were fiery with determination: I will stand up today.

The metal rails were cold beneath his palms. He continuously shifted his weight, each movement a struggle. He valiantly fought against the way his legs rebelled against him.

His muscles fired out of order and they had been doing so since the session started a few hours ago. Hours later, he had barely even moved a couple of centimeters.

He was already drenched in sweat at this time and gasping for air. However, he refused any assistance offered. Any pitiful look would be met with a deep, eerie stare, and no one dared to say a word without being asked anymore.

They looked at him with complicated eyes. The young man was showing the sharp kind of coldness that could even kill, and it mystified a lot of people. Yet, despite the fear in their gut, many remained there, though with varying reasons.

There were a few relatives here and there, appearing and acting like family. Kael ignored each and every one of them, knowing that they were there because of his inheritance. They had no idea he had spent most of it by now.

The greatest number were the doctors, who were all there to observe, study, and experiment a bit. They were thankful the lad allowed them to get a bit of blood every day.

If they dared ask for more, including doing unnecessary tests, however, they would always feel so cold as if they were going to die soon.

Michael, on the other hand, had no idea why he was there. He certainly wasn’t required, and his reports could be done by phone now, especially since Kael could now lift his hand and control his fingers.

Kael ignored them, his attention fixed on the task at hand. He would not stop until he reached a meter at least.

"He just woke up, no need to push yourself so much," a random aunt mumbled at the side, sounding concerned.

"The doctor said this much is fine," another random relative said with a sigh, as if he had watched Kael grow up. In reality, they had met two or three times when his parents were still alive.

"The doctors said his healing and recovery over the past few days is nothing short of miraculous," he said. "They said that pushing himself a bit wouldn’t be too bad; it will also allow us to gauge his limits."

It was here that Kael paused and turned his head to look at them. The relatives flinched, their backs unconsciously straightening up.

Did their words of concern finally touch his heart?

Kael’s stare and his voice remained cold, however. "So noisy."

...

With Michael there as his legal representative, they finally managed to escort the relatives out. Reno doubled as a guard. Seeing as Kael didn’t want to see a single blood relative, Michael simply gave an instruction to forbid everyone from approaching.

Kael felt that the air was cleansed, and his progress increased a bit more. A few hours later, under the witness of many doctors (some of whom had already rotated out, since everyone had their own jobs/tasks), Kael finally managed to walk—without holding on to a railing—a full two meters!

To say they were shocked was an understatement.

When the day started, the doctors were in disbelief that the young man wanted to attempt standing. It was too much. It was already a miracle to wake up and sit up within the same day, considering he had been bedridden half of his life.

To stand was trying to punch the moon, but unexpectedly, the young man really did it!

Only then did Kael signal that he was accepting of his progress, and the doctors assigned to him arrived with his wheelchair, with the male nurses ready to help him get cleaned up.

When he disappeared, his progress would remain a topic of discussion in the hospital as well as among the doctors specializing in cases like his, for days after that.

In contrast, Kael was frowning. While he was taken back to bed, no one knew that while he accepted his progress, he was not satisfied with it.

How much could he prepare for what was to come when he couldn’t even run?

His jaw clenched, and his hands gripped the fabric of his clothes, feeling heavy.

Not enough!