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At night, the bruised I received from Ranista became worse. The affected area heated up red, and then the blood vessels swelled up enough to puff me up.
What’s wrong with me?
My body was turning red and chubby like a tomato. Even when I tried to get up, my body would stiffened as if something was pressed on me and couldn’t let me move.
Ranista, you jerk!
I recalled that Ranista was from Murim. They possessed techniques that can cause a person to explode and die a few hours later.
As soon as I thought I was dying, I shouted urgently. I have to let the ferocious Ranista know what he did.
However, no voice could come out from my mouth. No matter how hard I tried, only moans came out.
My heart skipped a beat.
Did Ranista do this knowingly?
He used a trick so that my voice wouldn’t come out!
My mind became more chaotic as the wound swelled up more.
I’ve never suffered such a bizarre and terrible happening in my past life.
My swollen skin began to spit out red and black essence.
The smell was more disgusting than some rotten tomatoes.
Even if I shouted with all my might, my voice wouldn’t come out as ai wanted.
The wound in my lower abdomen soon swelled more than my head.
Mu body is getting stiff. I felt sick and tired. Will I die like rotten tomatoes? What a terrible end.
The red and black liquid pouring out looked painful to anyone, but strangely, I wasn’t feeling anything.
I couldn’t feel the pain at all. If it was terribly painful, I would have lost my mind. This may be the consideration of the Ranista. Is he telling me to at least die painlessly, if I die?
A subtle light now leaked from the wound that had been pouring smelly liquid for a long time.
Did I already die? Was this the light of heaven?
I stared blankly at the subtle light. Many thoughts crossed on my mind, and I was even recalling the memories of my past life.
Crap, there are only three people who influenced me the most in my past and present lives.
“His past parents raised him wrong. I’m sure something went wrong home education.”
At this time I cursed at Ranista’s unknown parents from his past life.
After some time, my lower abdomen felt better. However, it didn’t last long.
For the first time in history, the most terrible pain I felt in of my both past and present life was the pain from my abdomen.
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The warm sun tickled my eyes. When I came to my senses, I slowly opened my eyes.
I didn’t die, fortunately.
My voice is coming out, too. My body moved, too.
I bowed my head carefully and looked down at my abdomen.
It was as if what happened night was just a nightmare, the wound had disappeared neatly. But it was not a nightmare at all. With the smell of the dark red discharge that stained mu bedcloths, it proved that what happened last night was reality.
I touched the liquid with my finger. It was slippery like oil and steeper than sugar syrup.
Ugh, this disgusting odor is so terrible.
How could something terrible like this come out of my body?
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The bell rang three times. It means that the morning had begun. Before Michelle arrived at the medical center, I hurriedly change the wet bedcloth and blankets.
If I did this, it will be easier to explain it as the youngest son of Duke Reinberg drew a map with urine at the age of 14.
I quickly left the medical center to avoid troublesome things. I could ask Girlie to take care of the blanket.
“What did he do?”
Running down the hallway didn’t let me feel tired at all. Not like yesterday, where just 5 minutes of run let me me feel somewhat tired.
I feel refreshed, too.
I even felt uncomfortable to run because my pants were slightly tighter.
It was clear that Ranista did something to my body, a strange physical condition.
The heavy blanket felt light like a handkerchief. It is clear that the strange situation I experienced last nigh affected me, but the reason was unknown.
I climb the high stairs four times from the medical center to my room, but I wasn’t out of breath at all.
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original translations from krnvl.xyz
Since the day I became a rotten tomato, I have been training at the training ground every morning.
Ranista did not yet come back from the city of Bemonia near Quilz Castle.
At the age of 14, he is already working for the family. It was fortunate that he often left home.
“Young master, are you okay?”
“If you’re having a hard time, please let me know.”
To the knights, I was the fragile youngest young master.
Compared to my monster-like first brother, they felt the need to protect me.
Still, training was a fitness exercise. I stood side by side with the knights and ran around the outskirts of Quilz Castle together with the knights.
Knights patrolled Quilz Castle every morning for security and physical training, and the distance they ran is over 40km.
From the training ground, the knights usually passed through Quilz Castle and the red forest. They had to run for decades without a break to the guard post. I admire them for doing this every day.
Even when I was in the villa on the southern island, I steadily trained my basic physical strength.
It’s not comparable to the knights receiving combat training, but I have my own confidence in physical strength.
It is break time when knights receive reports from the squad monitoring the Ain people at the guard post. After that, I looked around the streets of the common people, around the outskirts, and then returned to Quilz Castle.
It’s like running a marathon every morning. Basically, people here are very strong unlike the Earthlings. I heard that this much physical training is basic even among apprentice knights.
Three hours had passed when I returned to the training grounds.
The knights were exhausted, too. After lunch, I will go back to training in the afternoon.
“See, no need to worry about me. That much of run is easy.”
They were embarrassed and stopped pretending to be worried about me, but they were forced to follow me. The youngest young master wants to run, but he can’t be left out alone.
I ran nonstop this time. While running, I also ran with all my might.
When I came back after another round, the knights were exhausted. When I told them to rest, they lied flat and gasps. Their breathing was also organized by inhaling deeply and exhaling.
I didn’t sweat well, and my legs didn’t hurt. If this was before, dven if I continue to train my physical strength, I am no match for the physical strength of the knights. If I were to ran for an hour, I would have been exhausted and fallen.
“What did you do to my body?”
I am not yet tired.
After one night I became stronger.
I remembered what Ranista said. Is this what be meant by engraving it on my body?
He’s not some kind of physical therapist, but he punched me few times and fixed myself.
I shrugged while looking at the sweaty knights.
Maybe being hit was not bad after all.