Established Pinnacle: The Enigma

'Another day to work.'

Leon thought as he woke up and stretched slightly. It was 3 a.m in the morning, and he barely slept five hours.

Of course, at his level of Power, sleep was not that much of a necessity, but he still did so nonetheless. It was still good for their mental health after all.

Especially with how intense he made training to be. So, his little shoulders deserved the rest.

'Yet another day of torture.'

He smiled as he washed his body, taking less than five minutes to get himself ready, and making himself look as handsome as always, and as intimidating.

And it was not because he was a Deity, that it took so fast, but simply because a warrior had no time to lose. In fact, even the five hour sleep was heavily debated for, for an entire month.

He walked out, and as expected, everyone was standing neatly before him. None seemed like they just woke up, as they neat and proper.

Ready for war.

Otherwise, they would—

Woosh~

Keng~!!

An instantaneous occurrence. A silent, and swift bullet flew through the air at a speed which was beyond the comprehension of even Deities.

And the person who responded, was a new Lesser Deity, that raised his arm, which had Meta bracers, and blocked the incoming attack.

"Now let us begin the training." Leon, and likewise the other warriors, ignored everything, including the victim himself, who went back into line and took a standard military posture.

This was normal.

If one was not always on their toes, they would die without knowing how they even died in a War. Thus, reaction speed was one of the fundamental points focused on here.

That, and also Instincts.

Worst part, the bullet was one whole Realm faster than the target. Thus, for the poor Lesser Deities, they were forced to respond to Greater Deity-level fast bullets.

If one is not careful, they would get struck. And even if they do not die, the bullet would still deal damage. Able to even affect Deities. And worst of all, they would feel weak and lethargic.

Which will make their daily training worse.

Which will then inhibit their training progress. Thus bringing more painful punishments to come throughout the regime.

Thus, one single bullet could end the career of any one of them. They were forced to he on their toes at every second, making them paranoid and constantly paranoid.

Which was why the sleep was a bit necessary.

"Did any of you take the elixir? If not, you will really die of mental stress." Leon, like always, checked on them before his shift began.

After it began, he knew nobody, he cared for nobody, he was just a literal demon. Not even a hint of concern from him would be felt whatsoever.

Thus this moment, was the one they all cherished the most. As well as during lunchtime, and the short breaks they have.

"...."

Nobody spoke, and just nodded in response. Leon also nodded back, as he blew the whistle around his neck, signaling the beginning of the training regime.

One thing to add, those attires they wear, are quite the heavy load. Each made to adjust to the weight the wearer can be.

If one could bare 200 tons of weight, they would be 210 tons. And once they adjusted to that weight, the attire would also adjust itself to be heavier than that.

Thus a terrifying process of attaining more strength stats, and speed stats. This training regime mostly focused on those two, as well as durability.

How? One would ask.

'Well...'

Leon watched as the first victim appeared.

One of the strong women, bold enough to join them, suddenly slipped and fell down, as this whole area was unpredictable. Ever changing so that they were forced to adapt to new environments.

She fell, and unfortunately for her, the slope was steep, and completely uneven.

'Oh boy...'

He always had a soft spot for women, as he grew up under the care of Athena, and her sisters. Three Goddesses, who taught him the excellence of feminity.

Yet, as they were so great and magnificent despite being women, he always expected the same from most of the brave females that dared to join them. Nothing but greatness.

He was also hard on them. Yet he still cared.

"...."

He watched as she slipped down the slope, being batted around like a baseball bat with the strong sturdy trees that were around the unsteady slope.

The slope was around a few hundred meters up, thus it was hundreds of meters of brutal treatment. Yet that was not all, the slope was steep and uneven.

More pain to her as she continously slid down, the weight of her attire dragging her down even faster. 'No no no nooooo!!!' She screamed internally, not expecting such a small mistake would be so grave.

And there were bushes, some sharp, some thorny, some poisonous. The whole experience would be traumatic to her, probably for days to come.

To make matters worse, the attire was heavier, yet felt as thin as inner curtain cloths. It was as if she was sliding down completely naked, with no form of protection.

She was not the only one, 40% of these guys were affected. And Leon watched on expressionless, without a hint of pity.

'It's completely sad cause they can't even use Divine power to fly, or protect their bodies. Not even Mana. They are completely Mortal.' He thought, as he continued to watch.

Indeed, they were completely Mortal, yet they would never die, no matter how painful the pain they felt was. It always stop at the point of being unbearable.

He watched as the same lady that first fell, tried to grab onto the uneven slope, which had a small gouge, to prop herself up.

Unfortunately, just as she succeeded, another victim who fell, slid towards her way, unconscious, his leg, covered in metal and heavy boots being the first thing she saw.

'Holy Wisdom above...'

She thought as the boot smashed directly onto her delicate face, forcing her to let go of the small gouge she held on, as the momentum was just too vast.

They thus continued falling together, one unconscious, and the other drifting between being conscious and unconscious.

Meanwhile, another fellow who was on his legs almost had the same accident. But in a panick, he jumped up and let the falling victim to pass by below him.

Sadly, the ground was unsteady, and the moment he landed, he twisted his ankle, as the unbearable pain forced him to his knees, causing him to slid down. 'Fuuu–aaaaarrrgghhh..!!'

Before he could even scream out his pain some more, his head smashed onto the root of a tree, and before he could even fully register that pain, he tackled a small thorny bush, then...

The torture continued.

'....'

Even he, as the highest Commander, was suffering just from him watching his subordinates suffer. He was also being trained to always be sturdy.

Time went by, and after an hour, everyone was finally at the bottom, up and on their feet, no matter how sturdy they were, and painful their bodies were.

Unfortunately...

Woosh~  Woosh~

Woosh~  Woosh~

Woosh~  Woosh~

Some unfortunate lads and lasses were shot, and had to suffer more pain as they fell down onto their knees, holding in theie screams. The more they scream, the more the bullet would react, and the more pain they felt. This was a test of Will.

"Moving on." Leon said, as before they could even succeed from baring the pain they felt, multiple beasts from the forest standing before them, rushed out.

They seemed bloodthirsty and hungry, as they rushed over at extreme speeds.

No matter who, they were forced onto their knees, and.... ran. They ran, bolting like the wind as they thought in realization.

Fuck being a warrior.

Fuck the pain.

Fuck everything else.

If they were facing death, they would fight. They would die like warriors. But these guys who seemed hungry, were not hungry at all.

If anything, they were sadistic and twisted!!

They would play with you, even if you were corpse. Let alone when you were alive and still breathing. The amount of things they could do to you... were unimaginable.

Everyone threw away their pride and ran.

This was a test of Importance.

One had to throw away their pride, and admit that sometimes life was more important. Especially if they would be dying for nothing, otherwise.

So... they ran.

Ran like never before.

"...."

Leon felt disrespected and disappointed, yet at the same time, strange. These were his warriors. People not afraid of death. People who were Deities. People who live for War.

Yet... they were afraid of a bunch of pets?

'Seriously?' Leon thought to himself. He thought what this training ground was for. What his purpose he was.

Oh, Yes...

He was here to train young people, or rather, young Deities into Spartans. Forge them into weapons for their ladies who stood Supreme Above them.

Yet... was he doing that?

Was he? Because as things seem...

'....'

...He was still miles from achieving that.