Chapter 326: Because I Was Afraid of Being Too Weak, I Put All My Points Into Strength

It rained heavily from early morning; autumn is always rainy.

According to Terra Heart’s calculations, the main reason this rain has fallen more frequently than in past years is the massive atmospheric turbulence caused by Little Ai’s Ice Storm General.

“Push harder! Push harder!”

Loud shouts from men echoed from outside the window.

The elf girl with pointed ears lay on a soft, comfortable bed that would never criticize anyone, listening to the patter of rain and the noisy chants as she half-slept, murmuring a greeting to them.

“Good morning, everyone… hmm, still a bit sleepy.”

“Ah~”

The elderly elf, dazed from sleep, sighed as she sat up lazily, stretched, blinked sleepily, struggled on the bed, then collapsed back down, pulling the blanket back over herself.

In weather like this, being able to sleep was such a blessing—Fllilien wore a blissful expression.

Thud!

A fierce figure appeared behind the violently flung door, reaching out a large hand toward the curled-up elf on the bed.

“How can you sleep at your age?”

This lazy elf would never wake early to train—but Jia Ji, who never respected the old or cared for the young, wouldn’t indulge her.

The magic-wielding old fool was grabbed by the ankle and dragged upside down out of the room, then forced to automatically complete her morning routine.

“Hmm… how exactly should I train?”

Still in a daze, Fllilien half-opened her eyes and asked softly; her old mage’s robe had been replaced with a sporty tank top that exposed her pale, soft arms.

Naturally, there were no spellbooks or direct magical instruction here for Fllilien to learn from—before her stood a row of Southern Dipper fist technique masters, forming a human wall.

“‘Vulture,’ ‘Waterfowl,’ ‘Cranes,’ ‘White Heron,’ ‘Phoenix,’ ‘Eagle,’ ‘Swallow,’ ‘Gull,’ ‘Hawk,’ ‘Cardinal,’ ‘Owl,’ ‘Crow,’ ‘White Vulture’…”

Each of them possessed unique techniques; each fist style had its own brilliance. As Jia Ji introduced them, he shot a sharp glare at Fllilien, who looked like a useless elf, snapping her slightly awake.

“See their bodies, forged through countless trials? See their gleaming muscles? From now on, you train with them!”

Jia Ji tossed her the lightest dumbbell. Fllilien, temporarily staying with the Southern Dipper, nodded reluctantly.

At first, Fllilien didn’t understand—how could strengthening her body make her magic stronger? Were they even related? If she had the potential of a warrior, why wouldn’t she have trained in both magic and martial arts?

Fllilien had been stunned by Rao’s displayed stats that day—but only stunned. She didn’t truly value strength itself; she only decided to stay a little longer because free meals and unlimited hamburger meat were available.

But when Jia Ji told her that their “magic,” when mastered, could let them go three months without food or drink, her foolish eyes suddenly cleared.

She had suffered this before—trapped in an enemy’s barrier, if not for the monk in her party using the goddess’s power to buff them, she’d have become a skeleton elf.

If she could master this, she could eat just once every three months? That’d be so convenient!

*This filled her with determination*

“Push harder! Push harder!”

Soon, Fllilien, harboring a secret motive, joined the others in training.

“How do you rapidly increase muscle strength?”

Jia Ji asked the golden-haired girl who floated around him like a ghost, poking here and there.

“Hmm… eat better?”

The child bit her finger, her eyes full of uncertainty.

“Maybe drugs could enhance it,” said the resident Amoeba, holding ten syringes between his hands—recently certified as a professional physician, he planned to build his own career.

Given the masters’ powerful metabolism and drug resistance, failing to administer the super-beast medicine before and after meals was pure waste.

“Wrong! It’s belief!”

Jia Ji slapped his solid pectorals, acknowledging their logic but calling it too rational: “Believe wholeheartedly in your muscles! They’ll respond to you!”

Magic turns the impossible into the possible—

【Xia Na: This feels familiar… isn’t this the Free Art?】

【Da Meng Shen: That’s it!】

Take Xia Na’s constant Free Art, “Phoenix Roar Sky,” for example—it was originally just a technique with a completely different system, yet through research and development, new methods could be created.

Most magic is made up anyway; why not let Fllilien use her astonishing intellect to analyze and invent a magic called 【Iron Fist】?

Once, only demons could fly—but humans stole and refined it. Humanity’s greatest strength is copying and pirating—and even improving upon it.

In some worlds, even Ultraman must channel energy for a full cycle before unleashing the Tiga Break or firing his beam—so why can’t magic be used to launch a devastating Iron Fist?

Imagination is amazing, isn’t it?

After a full day of relentless, nonstop training, Fllilien herself was amazed she’d endured it—and had unknowingly become addicted. Her body felt as if she’d been dragged from water, when suddenly she sensed something different.

While training her muscles, she felt an energy in the air slowly seeping into her body, gradually reshaping it—her strength had noticeably improved, and its source was…

“Muscle pressure—so intense!”

Strange—after so long without physical training, she could finally feel the pressure from muscles again. The strongest pressure came from the man named Rao.

All the fluctuations originated from him, spreading outward; the closer she got, the higher the concentration of this special power, and the greater the pressure she had to endure.

She squeezed her arm—externally, nothing seemed changed, but her tendons and sinews were tougher than before, her muscle density, breathing, heartbeat—all stronger. When she exerted force, she could unleash greater power.

But… she was a mage. Why was she suddenly adding strength? Would she now have to cast a light spell and then swing her staff in close combat?!

(End of Chapter)