The Place Where Everything Begins

One month later...

*whoosh* *fwoosh*

*Swish!!*

*Bang!!*

*Thud!!*

*whoosh*

*BOOOMM!!*

The sounds of a long object being wielded vigorously and powerfully into the still air reverberating out creating chaotic and turbulent wind within the 200 square meters training room.

Following after that, the sounds of the said long object after being wielded forcefully almost creating a supersonic wave hit thunderously head on another solid object.

The actions kept on repeating in several patterns for more than 30 minutes until the sweating young man who had been brandishing, swinging, and flourishing a two meters 'long object' that he imagined it as a 'spear'. Until he felt that he was too tired to continue doing the various moves of spear skills. Thus, he decided to take a break for now.

*Huff* *Huff*

*Hahhh...*

'It sure is tiring to do these compacted training programs each day.' Jeremy exhaled tiringly and thought to himself.

In his past life, he used to practice some spear skills and spear maneuvering techniques in his free time. And his expertise in spear was quite decent for him to use a spear to fight in close combat with a Champion of the warrior pathway in equal footing.

Actually, he would lose most of the time if the fight was prolonged.

He was a mage after all.

In the end, his body and endurance were not strong enough to fight with those close ranged combatants for long.

Still, he could reap some victories from them if the opponents were distracted or they showed him or let out even the slightest bit of opening, Jeremy would strike at those weaknesses and took the win of that round to himself.

As for fighting with a Warlord whose rank was one whole realm above a Champion?

It could only be said that 'one shot, half dead'.

Jeremy couldn't even afford to physically fend off a single attack from a Warlord if they came too close to him and had an opportunity to strike him successfully.

That was of course if Jeremy didn't use any of his mana or spell to create some barriers and defending measures against the said Warlord.

Usually, a Warlord couldn't even come close to him, he could obliterate them completely leaving nothing behind from several kilometers away.

Taking a quick look at the notifications on his phone. He directly ignored all of the notifications sent from his friends and relatives.

After seeing the time was almost 9:30 p.m. in the evening, it was time for him to take a shower, and then went to do a routine meditation for 4 hours before going to sleep.

The now naked Jeremy within the bathroom looked nothing like him of the past one month ago.

Right now, his body and demeanor could only be implied and described as that of a professional Olympics athlete.

He looked very well built in every part of his body with fined muscles together with no excess fat, and those fined abs that would drown in the eyes of most MILF and young women out there.

After a quick shower, he dressed up into his sleeping uniform while taking a look at himself in the mirror.

He saw a man whom wasn't a male model but he should have been one if the opportunity presented itself to him.

The lush, mother lode-gold hair with a tinge of brown color that he groomed so carefully until it had a rippling quality.

A sign of his rude health being showed clearly from the reflected mirror in his front.

The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength.

He should possess a latent, leonine power and he stood there with purpose and authority. His only blemish was that his facial expression was lacking of any emotions.

Meanwhile, exuding a mild mysterious and meek unfathomable aura from his body.

In day time, people had always remarked that his best feature was his entrancing, wayfarer-blue eyes. Sloe shaped eyes, they could shine as bright as the evening stars, at the same time they resembled a light filled with joy radiating the deep enjoyment of life.

At other times, they could resemble two liquid-blue pools of flashing iciness that could attract and drown any onlookers.

In conjunction with classy and tasteful of character. The room always filled with his deep and clear voice whenever he talked.

His ravishing styled clothes were a source of charming and alluring to most ladies, not least because they emanated an unearthly enticing fragrance of expensive perfume.

'As handsome as always.' Jeremy thought to himself narcissistically.

After dressing completely in sleeping clothes and finished admiring himself. He went into meditating position he was most familiar with and started doing the daily meditation.

As a result of body toning and training, weapon wielding, and doing the highest stage of meditation complemented by special breathing techniques daily. He was now stronger than any Average Joe on the street several times.

He could even beat a group of 10 tough thugs onto the ground senselessly without having to exert his full power.

First of all, after sleeping for 4 hours, he woke up at 6 a.m. sharp everyday in the morning to do different kinds of exercise trainings for 1 hours. Then he would take a shower and eat breakfast right after.

Next, he would do the planning for his future actions in conformity with the sequences of future events. He defined on the parts that what things he could do and couldn't do, he didn't want to make a huge butterfly effect just yet if he still could rip off the benefits from his future knowledge.

After that, he would eat the 2nd meal at noon before driving himself to the gym to experience a hell training program there from the 2 trainers. Then he would take a short break before driving home to eat the 3rd meal of the day.

Following after that, he would surf the internet to read some news and updates of the world. And if the time was enough, he would play some games, watch some movies, and read some novels.

At the evening, after the time hit 5 p.m. straight, he would do the last exercise training programs according to the instructions of his trainers. Then he would eat the last meal at 7 p.m. and took a short break right after that.

Late at night, he would be training his spear skills in the now-clear-of-everything garage that he had only put some heavy wooden dummies inside. And when the time hit 10 p.m. he would take a quit for the day to take a shower and do the routine meditation for 4 hours before going to sleep.

He had been doing those things ever since his consciousness had returned into the past one month ago.

He now, was confident that he could contend with Usain Bolt in equal speed if not a tad bit faster. He also was more believing that he could punch heavier than a heavyweight world champion.

Additionally, he could also control his mind, emotions, and body into his liking flawlessly.

He was now even exuding a 'do not mess with me' aura all the time to scare some ordinary folks.

As for the reason, it was because he really didn't want some random people to waste his time.

All of those results were originated and formed mostly by doing meditation, and a small part of them was from him doing various kinds of body training in those one month time.

Those upgrades were parts of the countless perks of being the greatest genius in magic of all time.

The perks of going pass human limits even when he was in a mana-less world...