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The training for sensory enhancement continued. The initial attempts had been fraught with difficulties, yet amidst the ongoing struggle, Good never offered a word of encouragement or advice.
This was not because Good was heartless; rather, he had no choice but to act this way. In truth, he was not as unapproachable as he seemed. However, in his current state, he found himself unable to let friendship or love penetrate his heart.
The purpose of training was to progress, and obstacles existed to be overcome. Yet if the length of this hurdle was akin to a vast chasm, Good would not easily relinquish the burdens he carried—burdens that were remnants of his past sins. He felt he must atone for that one reckless act with the ugly reality of his later life.
For three days, Good had not descended from the rock. It seemed that aside from eating, they were entirely self-sufficient, giving no impression of being there to train. Good gazed into the open space beside him, lost in thought. At times, a fierce glint would flash in his eyes, while at other moments, an overwhelming sense of despair and loneliness would seep through.
Meanwhile, Freyr had no idea how many times he had failed. Since receiving a kind reminder from Good, he began to examine the issues stemming from his own approach. From minor improvements to broader strategies, he finally saw a glimmer of breakthrough potential. Although he had overcome the first layer of obstacles, the sheer number of challenges could be overwhelming. Perhaps only those truly gifted would find no hindrance; for others, the weight of these barriers deeply stifled any chance of progress.
Good understood that Freyr's talent was certainly not the strongest. Thus, any thoughts Freyr had about breaking through within seven attempts were either a joke or merely a pretext; in truth, he did not wish to engage in battle but simply sought someone to accompany him through this brief period.
Meal times were short—only a few minutes—before they resumed their focus on the surrounding environment. Good improved his concentration and sensitivity by addressing his initial shortcomings. The primary breakthrough lay in training against sudden headwinds; however, a new threshold loomed ahead—a greater challenge concerning self-perception and understanding the mysteries of the universe.
This required him to gradually recognize opportunities during this sensory training. Nevertheless, any changes he hoped to bring about would yield significant results from this session alone. To grasp the profound mysteries of the universe would necessitate reaching new heights in sensory awareness.
If one were to quantify his mental focus and concentration at this moment, it would be rated at 5 for Ultimate, while his understanding of the universe's mysteries hovered around 10. As his sensory abilities strengthened, they began to resonate with the profound mysteries of the universe, creating clear reflections within his mind.
Breaking down this threshold revealed two main components: first was the reinforcement of self-awareness; crossing this critical boundary was essential for continued improvement. Focusing intently on one task could weaken both spirit and concentration. Particularly during this weakening process, qualitative changes could spark new possibilities for advancement—this was where human potential revealed its remarkable intricacies. Addressing this aspect could awaken latent ultimate abilities within him.
To nurture that ultimate ability required not only heightened sensitivity but also a significant stimulus—one whose nature remained unknown. However, as Freyr's senses grew sharper, he distinctly perceived a vague shadow enveloping Good. It vanished when Freyr felt too fatigued.
"Indeed, my focus is still insufficient; I need to invest more concentration," he mused. Even after practicing from dawn until dusk without feeling tired—at least not physically—he realized that it wasn't bodily fatigue since he hardly moved from his spot. Instead, it was mental exhaustion that left him parched and restless. Yet under such conditions, a brief rest would replenish his energy reserves continuously; this newfound progress fueled his relentless pursuit of improvement.
Good remained cold and distant, staring blankly into space. At night, he closed his eyes to rest, likely still lost in thought, even skipping over conversations and reflections.
Freyr noticed that Good had been secretly observing him. If there were any significant misunderstandings, Good would immediately share his thoughts. More often than not, he would throw the problem back at Freyr, encouraging him to find a solution on his own.
This meant that Freyr had to rely on himself for both practice and reflection. He felt that rather than being his own teacher and providing him with methods for improvement, he could just as easily practice on his own without needing to come all the way here to train in secret.
Progress achieved through forced means was not sustainable; it would undoubtedly limit his potential for growth.
Good had a broad perspective. He understood that relying solely on his own ideas could not dictate the future of the children; it was better for them to find their own solutions and learn from their mistakes. As long as they were generally heading in the right direction, he was willing to act as a supervisor during their training, as long as they didn’t expect him to be their sole mentor.
Good opened his eyes and turned to Freyr, who was struggling through yet another failed attempt. "Your focus is starting to wane; this isn't your fault. It's a side effect of your exhaustion. Your willpower is becoming scattered, so what you need now is rest. Let's continue tomorrow morning."
Indeed, while hard work could lead to breakthroughs, sacrificing sufficient sleep for progress could also be seen as a form of regression. Elite individuals often denied themselves rest and subjected themselves to excessive training, believing that only in peak condition could they continue to reach new heights. However, results were never infinite; there were limits.
Freyr's training methods were still rooted in the grueling practices of the military, which contrasted sharply with the rigorous ultimate training he had undergone as a leading athlete. This approach might have been beneficial during a specific period, but once that phase passed, improper training methods could even have adverse effects on his body. This regimen was no longer helping him advance.
Continuing to increase the intensity of his training would only place excessive strain on his joints and bones; such practices were entirely meaningless.
Freyr nodded in agreement.
"Yeah."
"You fool, it's not that you lack ability; it's your mindset that's too self-deprecating. What you need is to instill more confidence in yourself. Just wait and see; tomorrow you'll break through your barriers!" Good squinted slightly, a hint of determination in his eyes.
It was strange over there; Freyr was surprisingly obedient. He turned his head and fell asleep within seconds, even managing to snore in such a desolate place, which showed just how much strain his body had endured from sleeplessness.
Meanwhile, Good became alert. He extended his right hand, drawing an ancient long knife from its sheath. It resembled a black wolf's claw slashing through the night sky, exuding a murderous intent that overshadowed all others. At the same time, he cleaved the emerging insects from the ground in half.
Good had always been attentive to his surroundings, maintaining a state of awareness even while sleeping. This was a manifestation of his semi-consciousness. It wasn't until the blade tasted blood that he gradually became fully awake. For a moment, he watched as another young spider crawled out from below.
Seizing the opportunity, he charged forward with his knife. The blade swept through the air, severing the spider's legs one by one. The knife moved like flowing water, cutting effortlessly as if wielded by a surgeon. He knew precisely where the targets were weakest; with just a light stroke, before the spider could fully react, its legs were severed. A foul, greenish liquid oozed from the wound, and then he thrust the long knife into the spider's mouth. With one jab, the viscous green fluid splattered everywhere—the spider was dead.
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