My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

On the training ground, Crown felt that his legs were getting heavier and heavier, and his breathing was getting faster and faster.

His eyes suddenly turned black, his chest seemed to be filled with fire, and his throat was like a pot of boiling water, with smoke constantly coming out. The whole body was soaked with sweat, the sand clothes rubbed against the skin, and burning pain continued to come from the wrists, legs, and back.

No more, I can't run at all. Let's stop practicing today. A voice of giving up kept sounding in Kroun's heart.

"Run. Once your body reaches its limit, every second you hold on is progress."

"Don't you want to become a transcendent? Now the opportunity is in front of you, hold on!"

"Let me tell you the truth, the world is becoming more and more spiritually active, and there will be more and more supernatural incidents. You don't want danger to come, so you can only close your eyes and pray."

"Come out with all your energy and will."

Nick was holding a cowhide whip, like a ruthless machine. Every time Crown slowed down a little, he would throw the whip at him.

His eyes were cold, but there was a heat in the deepest part of his eyes.

The young man in front of him gave him another surprise.

Carrying heavy sand clothes all over my body, I have run more than 70 laps.

Although he shouted for 100 laps, that refers to the minimum limit for physical strength to reach the extraordinary standard.

Ordinary people without three to five years of training are simply unable to meet this requirement.

During this first training session, Crown ran 74 laps without falling down.

He feels that such a talented person is not exploited and polished properly, which is a pity for himself!

Crown understood that his physical strength was actually exhausted, and he was now running solely with a will as strong as steel.

His legs were numb, and the flow of blood gave him a feeling of heat.

"Crack", Krahn received another whip. This time, he could no longer accelerate again.

The exhaustion of the body has reached its limit. Unless one regains his strength, he will not be able to run for a few more minutes at most.

However, how can you regain your strength while running!

Hey, the visualization method only requires visualizing the will of God, and there is really no requirement for posture. If I can perform the visualization method while running, wouldn't it be able to solve the physical problem?

A wild idea appeared in Crown's mind, and he immediately started trying it.

In the past, I always closed my eyes when visualizing.

He now needs to overcome this habit and visualize with his eyes open.

The focus in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his body was extremely tired, which made it easier to do this.

The bright moon began to appear in front of my eyes, but as the body ran, like stones thrown into the water, the reflected moon was also fragmented.

Curbing his thoughts, Kroun continued to meditate. Let the bright moon move with its own motion, keeping the two relatively still.

Once, twice he kept trying.

Nick has counted 80 laps. People in the training ground are no longer running, but walking slowly in running motions.

His whip is no longer waving, because at this time it has no effect on stimulating the opponent's potential.

The priest understood that the opponent was almost out of fuel and was still running, supported entirely by his admirable will.

He watched quietly, wanting to see where the other party's limit would be and how much of a surprise it could bring him.

Crown had forgotten that he was still running, and his body just moved forward mechanically.

He forgot about fatigue and time.

The bright moon shines silently around the body, into the center of the eyebrows, through the Niwan to the Tanzhong point, then in the heart like a red sun shining through the internal organs, and finally the red sun falls into the Dantian, radiating the whole body, and then radiating outward through the pores.

In Nick's eyes, it was as if the long-drought vegetation was ushering in the rain. Krone's body was rejuvenated, and his speed slowly increased. Although he did not return to his original speed, all of this seemed incredible.

One lap, two laps and the man runs again.

Croun's state was interrupted by a strong sense of hunger, and he felt like a drum was beating in his belly.

At this time, he only felt the front of his chest pressed against his back, a dull pain in his stomach, and a panic in his heart.

Lawn stopped in front of the priest and stared at him: "I'm hungry!"

The priest laughed and said, "I just gave instructions to the cook, and you can start eating now."

In the first training session, he ran a full 92 laps. Such a servant has excellent endurance and only needs to improve his strength to meet the standards for promotion.

He is confident that in one year, no, maybe half a year of training, he can be promoted to the extraordinary level.

. . . .

The church's small restaurant.

Kroun ate in small bites, one could even say he was chewing slowly, but he ate very quickly and a lot.

Nick looked at the piles of dishes on the table, feeling secretly happy.

The more energy you consume, the greater your appetite will be. In a sense, the strongest person on the road of knighthood is the one who can eat the most.

"Father, the herbs are ready."

The slim nun came over, holding a large enamel bowl in one hand and a clay pot in the other.

Nick nodded slightly, smiled at the nun and said: "Thank you Avina, put it on the table."

The nun put the things on the table and turned to leave.

Crown tilted his head, looking at the nun's swaying back, and couldn't help but feel a little disturbed.

The nun gradually walked away, and Nick said "Hmm" and cursed with a smile: "Don't look at it! When you become extraordinary, you will find that you have more choices."

The priest stood up and patted his shoulder: "Come on, young man, I'm optimistic about you. The medicinal decoction should be taken internally and the ointment can be used externally. I will copy the prescription to you in the evening. The church does not have many herbal medicines in reserve. You will have to prepare it yourself in the future."

With his hands behind his back, Nick left: "Don't eat too much! You have two hours of rest at noon. You need to learn swordsmanship in the afternoon. Meet at the training ground before two o'clock."

. . . .

Kroun was very full after eating, but at this time he could no longer drink the soup.

Picking up the medicine bowl, he took the medicine jar back to his assigned residence.

Open the door and see everything.

The furnishings inside are simple, with a table, a chair, and a narrow wooden bed.

There is an oil lamp and a kettle on the table.

The furniture is all raw wood, not even painted with varnish.

Opening the medicine jar, Crown saw it was filled with black and red ointment. He smelled it and immediately analyzed several herbs in it. ,

There are gorse and blood-activating grass. This ointment should have some of the effects of tiger bone ointment, promoting blood circulation and relieving pain, and enhancing muscle tolerance.

After applying ointment to his sore muscles, Kroun sat on the bed. He did not sit cross-legged, but just sat up straight. He closed his eyes and formed golden light seals with his hands, and began to meditate.

Although he has learned to open his eyes and visualize while in motion, he feels that the efficiency of that kind of visualization is much worse than in a normal state.

The reason why he ate so much was for a purpose. The visualization of the golden light mantra required consuming a lot of calories, which just helped with digestion.