(Golden light pours across the horizon — a warm yet fierce glow that seems to whisper "begin again." The training ground hums with faint divine energy.)
HIDORI
"Okay then, we'll train you for one week. Not too hard, okay?"
Mike
"Why not too hard? I can do it!"
HIDORI
"And can you tell me what happens after one week?"
Mike
"Huh?"
Fruxiya (smiling softly)
"What he means is… if we train you too hard, how can you even enter the Craptle Tower?"
Mike
"Ohh… hmm, okay."
(Mike clenches his fists. The faint wind swirls around his face, brushing his hair like the promise of a coming storm.)
Mike
"So, sir… what do I need to train?"
HIDORI
"This training is a bit different. I'll give you only one exercise at a time. You must hit the number I set. Once you achieve it, I'll add a new one — but you'll still have to keep doing all the old ones every single day. Understand?"
(A low rumble echoes — "BMMMMM…" — like the world itself acknowledging the weight of that promise.)
Mike
"Hmm… ugh… a little, but I'll try it, Sensei!"
HIDORI (raising an eyebrow)
"Sensei? What is that? Are you insulting me?"
Mike (panicking)
"N-no! It's—"
Fruxiya (laughing)
"Hidori, it's a Japanese word. It means teacher. It's respect."
HIDORI (grunting)
"Oh… fine."
Mike
"So… what's the first exercise?"
HIDORI
"Push-ups. Reach one thousand."
Mike
"I-I'll try it, Sensei."
HIDORI
"Good. Start."
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The Training Begins
("WHOOOSH…" The breeze rises as the sun spills across the divine plains of Ostriel. Every blade of grass glitters like crystal as the test begins.)
At Ostriel, when the pure morning wind brushed through the open fields,
Mike hit his first hundred — his arms trembling, his breath rough but steady.
At Krythos, the golden bloom of the sun, his sweat formed a shining pool beneath him, his muscles twitching under the heat.
He passed two hundred.
At Solvane, when radiant calm filled the morning sky, his shoulders screamed with pain, his pulse beating louder than thunder in his ears.
At Feythra, as the world moved in endless motion, his arms buckled.
He gritted his teeth — "RRRRGH!!" — pushing through to three hundred… then four…
By Orivon, the heart of the day, his vision blurred, every breath a war.
Finally, his arms gave way — he collapsed at five hundred and fifty-two.
(The light faded. A heavy silence followed. Darkness swallowed him whole.)
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Awakening
(Soft harp notes drift through the air. The room glows with gentle silver light.)
Mike's eyelids flutter open.
"Mmm… wh-where… am I?"
Fruxiya
"Don't worry," she says softly. "You're in my room. I healed you — but you still need more time to recover."
Mike (weakly)
"O-okay…"
(Fruxiya smiles, her fingers brushing his damp hair aside — her touch gentle, glowing faintly with divine warmth.)
Fruxiya
"Reaching over five hundred in six hours… for a mere human, that's incredible."
Mike (frowning)
"But I only reached half… ☹️"
Fruxiya (patting his head gently)
"Oww, don't push yourself too hard. It's okay."
Mike (blushing, turning away)
"H-hey! I'm not a kid!"
Fruxiya (laughing lightly)
"For me, you are."
(Mike groans, face red, then notices a strange clock — glowing rings spinning slowly on the wall.)
Mike
"Uh… what is this? How do I even read it?"
(Fruxiya giggles, her voice like wind chimes.)
Fruxiya
"It's a chart of Divine Time—for normal people like you."
(She hands him a floating parchment that unfolds into glowing text.)
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Divine Time Chart
1️⃣ Lumora – first light, dawn spark
2️⃣ Erythiel – gentle warmth, pink skies
3️⃣ Veyora – rising strength, awakening world
4️⃣ Ostriel – pure morning wind
5️⃣ Krythos – golden bloom of the sun
6️⃣ Solvane – radiant calm, morning peak
7️⃣ Azuren – sky's brightest hue
8️⃣ Feythra – endless motion, busy flow
9️⃣ Orivon – heart of the day
🔟 Myrriel – serene hour of balance
11️⃣ Xavora – clarity and judgment
12️⃣ Thalorien – blazing zenith, holy noon
13️⃣ Quivara – soft decline of light
14️⃣ Zytheris – amber glow, lingering warmth
15️⃣ Aurevyn – golden dusk, reflection hour
16️⃣ Velistra – shadows stretch across the land
17️⃣ Calyth – crimson veil, fading brilliance
18️⃣ Onysera – twilight's edge, silence begins
19️⃣ Eranthis – first stars awaken
20️⃣ Luthyra – deep calm, spirits whisper
21️⃣ Seravon – sacred veil, angels' watch
22️⃣ Yndoria – silver dreams, moon's glow
23️⃣ Chryselis – realm of hidden truths
24️⃣ Ophiryel – midnight's crown, cycle reset
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Mike
"So right now… it's Myrriel?"
Fruxiya
"Correct. You still have fourteen hours before the day resets. Rest a bit.
When Thalorien comes, meet me at the Pure Suspadiam."
Mike
"Got it."
(He slowly closes his eyes again — divine warmth humming in his chest.)
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Evening Training
("CRAAACK!" The sound of a staff hitting the marble echoes through the Suspadiam as the twin suns blaze overhead.)
At Thalorien, the holy noon, Mike drags himself into the massive arena glowing with pure white energy.
Fruxiya
"Good, you're on time."
Mike (panting)
"Y-yeah. Can we start again?"
Fruxiya
"Of course. But remember — if you hit one thousand today with rest, tomorrow you'll do it again… without rest."
Mike (grinning tiredly)
"Understood… Ni-chan!"
(Fruxiya freezes — a glowing vein twitches on her forehead.)
Fruxiya
"Hey! What do you mean Ni-chan?! My age is eight hundred billion years!"
Mike (jaw drops)
"W-WHAT?! Then how are you Flux's little sister?!"
Fruxiya (hands on hips)
"Because Flux's real age is nine-thousand nine-hundred ninety-nine trillion years!"
Mike
"WHAT!? That gap is insane! 😱"
Fruxiya (smirking)
"Why so surprised? Even your real age is three hundred."
Mike (flailing his hands)
"Oi! That's a lie! I'm seventeen!"
Fruxiya (giggles)
"Only in this timeline. Remember? Miss Ixia restarted your time."
Mike (sighs, scratching head)
"Ahh… right. Still… trillions? Seriously?"
Fruxiya
"Yep. Now, enough chit-chat. Start!"
("FWOOM!!" Energy erupts around him as his body drops down again — one push-up, two, three… the count begins anew.)
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Completion
By Velistra, when shadows stretched across the land, Mike's body trembled violently — his breath shallow, his vision a blur.
Nine hundred and ninety-five…
Nine hundred and ninety-six…
"Nnghh… nine hundred ninety-nine…"
Mike
"One… thousand!!"
("BOOOOOM!" A wave of energy bursts from the ground, sending sparks into the crimson sky.)
He collapses, exhausted but smiling faintly.
That night, under Eranthis, as the first stars awakened,
Mike drifts into sleep — his heart glowing with determination, his body ready to rise again at dawn.
(Whispering wind passes — "Tomorrow… begins again.")
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