My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

When Crown came to the church in high spirits, he was told that the priest was not there.

"Mr. Moya, the priest told you that he needs to go to the quarry to deal with some things, and he doesn't know when he will be back. He asked you to practice according to the self-supervision of your training subjects yesterday."

Aviana's voice was soft and clear, and Kroun felt a little distraught.

"Thank you, Aviana. I understand."

After politely thanking the nun, he couldn't help but despise himself: 'Listen to a beautiful woman's voice turning like this, she's so worthless! ’

The nun smiled, showing the dimples on her cheeks: "I'm going to the church to guide the worshipers. Goodbye."

Watching the nun's graceful and round back fading away, Crown shook his head fiercely and took a deep breath.

He patted a certain part of his body and said with a smile: "What a hot-blooded young man."

After a brief warm-up exercise, he put on his sandsuit and started running.

During this run, when he felt that his physical strength was half exhausted, he started visualizing the Golden Light Mantra simultaneously.

He didn't care how many laps he ran. When he felt that the hunger in his body was about to swallow up his mind, he turned around and rushed towards the restaurant.

At this time, his spiritual sense told him that it was past 12 o'clock.

This time, he felt better than yesterday. His physical strength was distributed more reasonably and he almost maintained an even speed throughout the whole process.

If he were not hungry, he would have no problem running another seven or eight laps.

. . . .

At dusk, the haze is gorgeous.

Crown wielded the sword calmly and powerfully, with a measured pace.

His gaze was like an eagle, as sharp as lightning. In the training ground, the only sounds were the sound of swords piercing the air and his breathing.

"Papa pa pa"

There was a burst of applause from behind.

"Although you have repeatedly overestimated you, your speed of progress always amazes me."

Nick strode into the training ground, his voice unable to contain his joy.

Crown stood upright and ended his practice.

He turned around to face the owner of the church, only to find a trace of sadness on the pastor's face:

"Father, you seem to have encountered some trouble."

"There have been supernatural incidents in the quarry, but I suspect there are human factors behind it."

"Man-made? Father, are you referring to the involvement of evil spirits controlled and detained by spiritual masters?"

"Not bad, you actually know about the Spirit Controller. I thought you knew very little about the mysterious side."

Crown smiled: "I have some friendship with the demon hunter from this town."

Nick nodded slightly and sighed: "It's not a spirit master. There are some special mystical professions that can control monsters. I suspect that an animal trainer is involved. I will write a letter to the church tonight for help. This incident is a bit tricky. Maybe it’s a sacrifice to the evil god.”

When Crown was about to ask the animal trainer and the evil priest in detail, the priest had already walked away from him: "Come on, young man, things are happening faster than we expected."

Shaking his head, he gave up asking what exactly they had expected. If you are weak, knowing too much will only cause trouble.

The next day, when Crane came for training, the priest had left early just like yesterday.

He trained step by step at his own pace.

When he left in the evening, the priest had not returned.

. . . .

Mao hour is almost over and the sun finally rises.

Crown grasped the tail of time, formed the Great Sun Seal on his hands and performed several cycles of visualization.

When his body felt hot, he stopped visualizing.

[Golden Light Spell: 2012/50000; Level 1]

[Basic Sword Skill: 896/1000; Level 1]

The golden light in his eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a smile.

Basic swordsmanship proficiency increased faster than he expected. Today, he can reach the second level of swordsmanship.

After several days of physical and sword training, the muscle contours on his arms became more obvious.

Smiling narcissistically at himself in the mirror, Kroun walked out of the door happily.

"Father, I thought I wouldn't see you today." When he rushed to the church, he was surprised to find Nick already standing in the middle of the training ground waiting for his arrival, looking in a good mood.

"The investigation revealed that it was done by cultists from the tributaries. Their lair is empty. I think this group of people has moved."

After all, it is a good thing to stay away from trouble. Crown flattered him: "The priest must have intimidated those cultists!"

Nick bared his teeth. He had never met a cultist before, so how could he be intimidated?

"Let's not talk about this. Now you just need to train with all your strength and strive to reach the standard for promotion to extraordinary as soon as possible. I want to test whether you have been lazy in the past two days. Put on the sand clothes and start running."

"Okay, Father, you're going to be surprised," Crown said calmly.

He first moved all the joints, then put on the sand suit and walked and jumped. When he was fully accustomed to the extra weight, he officially started running.

One lap. Two laps

One hundred laps, and just four or five days of training, his physical strength reached the minimum standard for promotion to a Crusader warrior.

Nick's heart was filled with surprise and pride.

He was surprised that the other party's progress was much faster than ordinary people, and he was proud that this future Crusader warrior was trained by him.

In the church of the Lord of Flame, he is equivalent to the other party's guide.

Crown was still running, and Nick was silently cheering for him in his heart: "Come on! Let me see where your limit is now!"

The sun was shining brightly today, and Crown tried to visualize while running.

Not surprisingly, visualization could not restore his physical strength and energy, and his body temperature even increased abnormally and rapidly, scaring him to stop the visualization quickly.

Without the means to replenish his physical strength, he would soon be unable to hold on.

When he ran to the priest again, he could no longer hold on. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground.

Nick squatted next to him and said gently: "Wearing a 15 kilogram sand jacket and leggings, you run 108 times for one hour. Your physical strength has reached the minimum standard for promotion to extraordinary. From now on, physical training will be carried out in the morning. The requirement is that you can be faster. Rest for a quarter of an hour and then we move on to strength training."

After listening to the priest's words, Crown struggled to get up and came to the shadows, leaning against the wall to meditate on the golden light spell.

"It's time to rest." Nick's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he immediately came to the training ground and stood still.

The priest picked up the dumbbells placed next to the weapon rack: "Train like me."

He first held the dumbbells with his arms raised naturally, at shoulder level.

The priest showed him a muscle-building method similar to that in his previous life, and then threw it to Crown.

The rest of the morning was spent doing strength training.

In the afternoon, the two engaged in sword fighting, with Crown attacking and the priest defending.

The attacker tried his best, but still failed to break through the opponent's defensive circle.

Crown took a step forward, raised his weapon and stabbed Nick.

The priest took a step back and lightly blocked the incoming attack with his sword. With a flick of his wrist, he was about to knock the opponent's sword away. He did this action several times, but he missed.

While the opponent was holding his sword, Crown moved the weapon down along the spine of the opponent's sword with great joy, cutting the enemy's hand.

By the time the priest noticed something was wrong and wanted to change his move, the tip of Crown's sword had already reached his hand.

Subconsciously, he let go of the handle, and the weapon clattered to the ground.

My weapon was knocked off? Nick looked a little dull.

Their sparring had only started for less than two hours, and the young man's progress was almost visible to the naked eye.

Crown was also overjoyed because he felt the joy of upgrading his skills.

[Basic Swordsmanship: 4/2000; Level 2] (You are no longer just a standard swordsman, hard training allows you to use various combinations of basic moves.)