Chapter 3 - New life in God of War

If it weren't for his increased discipline after training, he would have simply jumped into bed and slept just as he was.
 He bitterly tore his eyes away from the bed and walked to the bathroom.
 And once again, he was stunned by so much luxury.
 The problem was that there were so many buttons, valves, faucets, shampoos, and petals that he had no idea what to do.
 After standing still for a few seconds, he remembered that someone could help him.
 "Chamber, prepare the best bath this bathroom can offer," he ordered.
 Soon, things began to float, faucets turned on, and buttons were pressed.
 Watching that, he finally snapped out of his daze and felt embarrassed.
 After all, with his current level of understanding, he could deduce things far more complex than preparing a bath. It was somewhat shameful that he had panicked over something so simple.
 It happened due to the shock he received—he had never seen so much luxury in his life, not even on the internet, let alone in real life.
 Soon, the bath was ready, and he entered the tub.
 "Ahh," he couldn't resist moaning at the delightful bath with its perfect temperature. Fortunately, no one was there to witness such an embarrassing sight.
 Two hours quickly passed, and a wrinkled frog emerged from the bathtub.
 "Damn, I think I overdid it, but it was so good. I don't want to leave… so warm, so comfortable…" he complained but got out of the tub anyway.
 Grabbing a towel and drying himself off, he walked naked to his bed.
 In truth, he didn't have a habit of sleeping naked, but he decided that this way, he would fully enjoy the comfort this room had to offer. Besides, if he had any wet dreams, all it would take was a command to the chamber, and all evidence would disappear.
 "Well, time to sleep!" he said and lay down on the bed.
 "Oooouuuww… damn, why is it so comfortable??... zZZzz"
 As soon as he finished groaning and speaking, he was already asleep—whether due to the bed's comfort or his mental exhaustion.

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"Uhmmm, judging by the comfort I'm feeling, it wasn't a dream," a sleepy, raspy voice came from beneath the covers.
 Soon, a young man with an extremely strong yet lean body emerged from the blankets.
 "Well, a five-star breakfast and footwork training are on the schedule," he said.
 He quickly ate and returned to the training field.
 "Well, I think I'll just kick and punch while jumping around, haha," he said, laughing.
 And so, he began doing exactly that.

Nineteen hours had passed when he finished training, with most of the time spent deducing.
 In truth, he hadn't spent so long solely on footwork. Instead, during his training, his comprehension reached the human limit, allowing him to deduce the 10th punch, the 10th kick, and the ultimate human footwork.
 His body also reached the limit of a human since, during that time, he trained with gym equipment and devices provided by the chamber to enhance his flexibility—after all, flexibility was important.
 Well, it wasn't too difficult to train to the limit of a human body since one push-up was equivalent to 100,000 push-ups, one stretch to 100,000 stretches, and so on.

Soon, he collapsed to the ground, exhausted, holding his forehead.
 "Damn, what a headache. Fortunately, my endurance is also being trained," he said, getting up to eat something. He wasn't even sweating, so he preferred eating before taking a bath.

After devouring a grand feast—mentally noting his favorite dishes and the ones he disliked—he bathed, lay in bed, and slept even deeper than the previous night.

"Yawn Ready for another day of training? Because I am!..."
 "..."
 "Haaa I need some wives to spice up this chamber," said the young man who had just gotten up and dressed while daydreaming about some wives.

"Well, now that I know the basics, it's time for more complicated training… weapons. Well, I'll learn only one weapon and begin my plan to surpass human capabilities," he said before heading to eat and then to the training field.

"Well, I considered starting with a spear because I feared freezing up when facing an enemy up close. But since my mentality has also been trained, I think I'll start with a sword," he said to himself.

"Chamber, give me a sword!" he commanded into the empty air.

A simple iron sword appeared before him on a weapon stand.
 He picked up the sword and swung it once.
 Then again.
 And again.

On the sixth swing, he had to stop and deduce. Eight hours later, he completed his tenth sword swing.

"I thought it would be much faster, but the deeper you go into swordsmanship, the more complex it becomes. Although I made good progress, I realized my previous techniques weren't complete. Even though I can throw a punch at the human limit, my hook punch is only at about the 9th punch. No matter how much I've trained my punch and know how to throw it, I pushed it alongside other fist techniques but never mastered them. Even slightly more distant techniques, like palm strikes, are around the 7th punch," he reflected upon himself when he performed a sweeping technique instead of a cutting one and noticed the disparities.

"Well, I'll fix that another time; otherwise, I'll waste too much time with my current comprehension. Let's start my plans," he said after some thought.

He went to eat and rest for a bit.
 Soon, he was back in the training field.

"Training chamber, I want to challenge Ronald Wesley when he was 11 years old," the young man said, blushing with embarrassment at his own words.

"Damn, I have to start small. If I choose him when he already learned to Apparate and has combat experience, it will be too difficult. Though it shouldn't be too hard either," he consoled himself.

[Target - Ronald Weasley]
 [Age - 11 years]
 [Target Found]
 [Proceed?]

The young man didn't hesitate and confirmed.
 Suddenly, he was transported to the corridors of an old castle.
 And standing before him was a small red-haired boy with freckles on his face.

When the young man saw him, his eyes shrank.

'Damn, I forgot I have to kill the target, and my first kill will be a child. Damn, I'm going to need a long time to recover mentally from this,' the young man thought bitterly.

He knew the Weasley boy before him wasn't real, especially when he saw the cold, emotionless eyes filled only with hostility in the child.

The child didn’t wait for him to think too much—he raised his wand and started twirling it while chanting.

The young man didn’t think much either. When he saw that, he immediately jumped to the side to dodge.

But then he froze. Because he heard the boy's spell.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow," the redhead recited his spell with a face as if he were about to cast an Avada Kedavra.

"OK, I was wrong; it won't be so bad to kill you," he said with a vein popping on his forehead after being called a stupid, fat rat.

He knew that was the only spell Weasley knew at that age, but it still wasn’t nice to be called that.

Even though he said that, he still felt terrible. In the end, he gritted his teeth and drove his sword into the child’s chest.

He quickly let go of the sword, fell to his knees, turned pale, and shut his eyes tightly.

"Damn, damn, damn... I feel like a damn… psychopath," he gritted his teeth as he spoke with difficulty.

After a few minutes, he stood up and steadied his gaze. His mentality was far stronger than this.

It was just that he had never imagined himself doing something like this. It was far too cruel.

Fortunately, it was easier knowing that boy was fake.

[Congratulations on your victory!]
 [What would you like to receive?]
 [Stabilized Infant Magic Core]
 [Weasley Bloodline]
 [Infant-level English Proficiency]
 [Fake Rat-Color-Changing Spell]
 [...]...

A small list appeared with everything young Weasley had learned.

"I want the magic core!" the young man said.

[Core integrated, and the dormant power within the body has been awakened.]
 [Temporal Domain awakened.]

When he saw that, his eyes widened.