Using his knee as a surface, Alex pushed his upper body to its fullest.
Though his mussels were recently vitalized to their original regard, his total energy input was excessively low.
And as such his body felt sluggish and his mind was groggy.
Turning his torso several degrees, Alex was met with the view of the device that had been the cause of his past thirteen hours of suffering.
Viewing the metallic cubi Alex's emotions churned, and his head throbbed with rage.
While fuming over such a thing was childish and foolish, he couldn't help but feel pissed.
The machine only followed the set of instructions imputed by Alexander, in itself it did nothing wrong.
The machine was only an extremely sophisticated AI that detected user vitality and slowly reintroduced the 'User's desired energy' in which they wanted to train.
The machine holds no desires of its own, the pain inflicted on Alex was not done with the incentive to proffer sadistic amusement.
Alex was at fault for his pain, he chose this masochistic form of training, which most of the population would steer clear of.
Clenching his hands Alex quivered in the process, human rationally when perverted with emotion, would almost always null rational, turning to our primitive emotions.
For example, when an adolescent views an attractive woman, their lustful desires compel them into believing they love the given person when in truth they can hardly provide care due to their own life and problems.
The degree to which his hands balled increased in potency,
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
a crimson substance pooled within his hands trickling onto the floor
A subtle yet loud dripping noise echoed upon impact with the flawlessly smooth floor.
Casting the metallic cube a last fleeting glance, Alex forcibly collected his emotions.
Considerably it did help that Alexander resided in Alex's body. Which was still that of a hormone-filled teen.
Emotions were always changing, and his human emotions wanted to vent.
Giving the cubi a good jab or two would do wonders for Alex's current mind.
But what would that do other than gifting himself a fracture on his fist?
"..."
"I'm still getting used to this training," Alexander said with a sigh.
"I should leave before I do something I regret," he finished with a scowl.
With a bitter smile turned his head laying his gaze upon the exit's touchpad with longing eyes.
"Evelyn scheduled this training to take place every other day…"
With a callused tone, Alexander spoke.
"Fuck,"
****
Mubiling curses for several minutes Alexander had swiftly exited the estate's training floor.
This floor had caused Alex nothing but pain and as such he opted to nickname it with a name akin to it, 'the Masochist playground', a name which had come up on the stop due to excessive spite.
Clang!
The basement door opened with a careless swing, as the passage was made Alex was revealed to a dim shine of the sun's rays from the main floor's shaded windows.
Ignoring the long accustomed scene of modern advancement, Alex without any stopping immediately made his way to the house's main door to get outside.
He needed some fresh air to blow off some steam and cool his troubled mind.
As he exited through the house Alex was met with a breeze of crisp air which smoothly wafted through his nasal passage and into his lungs giving him an invigorated feeling of ecstasy.
Leaning on the slim silver railing that lined the patio, Alex viewed the complex array of buildings.
As the days passed he had grown accustomed to such a marvel of a view.
Yet, he just wanted to relish in this moment absorbing the view.
Thousand of miles away from Alex watched Evelyn, who gazed at Charlotte alike from the Institute of the Stars.
'It seems he coping fine with his new training,' She thought with a relieved tone.
'To think my boy changed so much… how kids grow.' Evelyn pondered as she leaned back into the finely crafted seat, fixing her gate so she supported one of dominance and unwavering confidence.
Evelyn was currently in a joint war committee hearing to determine the outcome of the current war with the Sun Stone empire.
Herself and the rest of the war cabinet, sprinkled with several lower-ranking senior military officers Came as a collective to discuss strategies and future outcomes.
The meeting room was finely furnished, with a large slick table of white which embroiled, within its center a manifested scaled 3d model rendered perfectly in accord with the proper colors and all displaying the numerous battlefields against the Sun Stone Empire.
Seated around the table were thirty or so similarly powerful individuals.
Each person gave off auras of a potent intangible force.
This was done intentionally by each person to assert dominance.
However, the lower ranking officers were only in the mid-Master realm and as such the primal terror they felt from feeling such unfathomably powerful auras was causing a large amount of fear.
Click!
The war cabinet committee's entrance door opened which entered a seemingly normal person.
His emitted presence was utterly weak, but though this was true, the conference hall immediately plunged into t deathly silence.
Their collecting overbearing spirit presences thwarted from one another receding into their souls.
The simple young man donned an equally simple set of garments, a canvas of a shirt plastered with, ;), covering his striking crimson hair was a finally tall black top hat coupled with a golden glass covering one of his eyes. His shoes were a simple white with the tongue torn off.
Giving the room a glance with his golden golden eyes which patterned unorthodox shaped pupils, of a sword and a clock.
Casting his soft gaze upon each individual the man soon found his eyes drifting to the table center.
"Well," he said with a childish tone laced with wisdom "let's prologue this junction, shall we?" The man crimson haired man mused with a smile
This was the Polemian Empire's current Emperor, Nerva Polemian.
An individual who's reached the rank of a mid-monarch