《Trying to survive in the Scp universe with only determination. DROPPED.》Story 2 Chapter 1.5 Training Montage.
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Boredom, That was the first feeling I felt after waking up. Sigh, last month sure was stressful.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the same room as always. I was bored. Really bored. I'd already read all of the books I had. What should I do? Maybe nap?
That's when I had an idea. Maybe I should try being Productive? I admit I was a lazy piece of shit, but I wasn't going to lay on the bed waiting for the next collection of books to come while contemplating life. No, I was going to do something productive, unlike my fellow millennials. However, I had one problem. What productive thing should I even do? Sigh, that's when I had an idea. Maybe I should exercise.
Maybe I should do 100 Pushups 100, Situps 100 squats, and 10km running every single day?
Monthly Progress Report:
Wow, my body has been showing progress. What was once a weak and skinny body is now rocking a 1 pack. I became a little faster. There's no progress on my durability.
Monthly Power Progress Report:
The times training my power has been very few and far between. Thus very little progress, but there is some promising progress. I was able to make tools out of words. I've also found out that my ability acts like code only more simple. Instead of putting in a bunch of commands and numbers all, I have to do is add commands mentally, and thus I was able to make simple systems like these. I was also able to shoot a torrent of words if I concentrate enough strength and energy.
Ranking System:
Ant:
Weak:
Middle:
Strong:
Hill to overcome:
Unbeatable:
Special commands: The words can only be found above the target. The user can only see it. This system can adapt and evolve when special conditions are met.
Okay, now the system is finally completed, it should be usable.
Ranking System launching.
Wow, this works pretty well.
Then I looked up seeing my rank. Weak Rank.
It might take time until I find answers.
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