Chapter 58: Ch:58 Training Starts

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The next morning ( Early )

Daniel woke up feeling faintly dissatisfied, his mind wandering back to yesterday’s bland meal—Cooking was clearly not his cup of tea.

“Hwaah… man, I feel so hungry right now,” he said, eyes half-lidded.

He got out of bed and snatched a banana from the table—the one he’d bought yesterday.

*nom-nom*

Then he went outside, wearing a brown tunic, green pants, and leather boots.

A satchel hung from his shoulder as he swung the door shut, locking it behind him.

He descended the stairs and spotted Esmeralda by the gate, her broom sweeping steady strokes across the stone ground, curvy love handles swaying with each deliberate motion.

She turned her head and froze, staring at him as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“Oh, good morning young man,” she said softly.

“Good morning lady Esmeralda.” Daniel replied warmly as he descended the stairs.

’Am I really dreaming or did this young man wake up so… early? But why?’ she thought, eyes flickering toward him.

As he walked past, curiosity brushed over her mind.

“Young man, where are you going this early?” she asked with a puzzled look.

Daniel turned with a smile. “I’m going for training.”

“Training?” Esmeralda asked, tilting her head.

“Yes, training.”

Slowly their conversation settled into something ordinary. Esmeralda’s eyes widened when she learned Daniel was a shaman, but he simply smiled and brushed it off—saying he was still learning.

“Okay, Lady Esma… I’ll head off now,” he said politely, turning away.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the town center and saw only five people there—chatting with one another.

Daniel slipped among them, eavesdropping with calm interest. One by one, more shamans arrived until they numbered ten.

“Good morning, my students!” Marco shouted.

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“Today, is our second day,” he said, his voice firm and unyielding. “Which means, it’s time to get serious.

You will run ten rounds without stopping. Every minute, the one who falls to last place will be punished. Understood?”

“Yes, Master!” they shouted in unison.

The shamans walked to the corner and started stretching—preparing their bodies.

“In three…”

Many felt energized, driven by sheer determination to complete the first lap.

“Two!”

But one thing remained unclear to them—what kind of punishment he was talking about.

“One!”

*Thump-Thump-Thump*.

All the shamans ran as if their lives depended on it. Some tried to surge ahead early to claim the lead, while others kept their pace steady and deliberate.

Marco stood at the center, watching them run as he held a sand hourglass.

Exactly one minute later—

“Aaaaaaa!”

Vraden screamed in pain and shot past everyone.

Everybody was shocked, eyes widened. Vraden was on the last a minute ago and now he has the lead.

’What is going on?’ Daniel murmured, then turned his gaze toward Marco.

He felt no suspicion, as Marco stood at the center, eyes sharp and watchful like a hawk.

Yet, one after another, people screamed for some reason, and Daniel couldn’t figure out why. Every minute, the one who screamed surged ahead—some clawing at their arms, others sprinting like mad.

After completing two laps at a decent pace, Daniel’s breathing grew heavy, and he began to slow down.

Five laps later, he was completely drained, his breathing ragged. This time, he was in last place—but when he glanced at Marco, he saw him raising his finger like a gun.

“Wait… is he—”

The moment he flicked his finger upright, Daniel felt a strike of lightning hit both his arms, searing through his muscles and making every nerve scream with pain.

“Aaaaa!!” he bolted in pain, staggering as the lightning burned through him.

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In the end, they staggered toward the center, rubbing their arms. Everyone had been electrocuted at least ten times—some even twenty.

When one of them finally asked why Marco had done it, he remained silent—as if he had no intention of ever answering.

“Now, everyone calm down and sit in a circle,” he commanded in a steady tone.

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Marco gave them a moment to recover, eyes flicking to the entrance as if expecting someone.

Soon, the rattle of a horse-drawn wagon stirred the quiet of the field as it rolled to a stop. Daniel assumed their breakfast had arrived—but then, as a figure in a black robe climbed down, a woman followed closely behind.

“My students! Please welcome Lady Belinda,” Marco shouted.

Everyone straightened and greeted her with a nod.

She wore a hooded green robe beneath a brown surcoat that scarcely concealed her ample breasts.

Golden threads embroidered the edges of its sleeves, catching the light with subtle elegance.

A leather satchel slung over her shoulder, while a belt cinched tight at her waist, highlighting her hourglass figure—making it irresistibly attractive and flawless.

Daniel quickly shoved his left hand into his pocket, fighting the insistent tent in his pants before everyone noticed.

“Good morning, young shamans,” she said, her voice smooth and soothing.

Meanwhile, Marco hauled a stone pillar from the wagon and planted it firm. The black-robed figure carried an orb to it.

“Status,” he whispered under his breath.

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Name: Belinda Blair

Age: 33

HP: 1900/1900

Mana: 500/500

Essence: 100%

Quality: Outstanding

Description: A hardworking, enthusiastic woman with a perverse bent, who has a genuine passion for aiding others no matter what.

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’Damn it, she’s literally a fucking slut under a mask,’ he muttered, clenching to control himself.

*Clap-Clap*

“Students come sit here in circle.” Marco announced.

Everyone moved toward the stone pillar and sat down. On top of it rested an orb, hidden beneath a black cloth.

“My students, listen carefully,” he said firmly. “Now we are going to start our meditation. You all are sitting within it’s radius. Remember… whoever gets distracted will get electrocuted. Understood?”

“Yes, master!” Everyone shouted.

“Good,” said Marco.

He lifted the cloth to reveal the orb—and immediately, a jolt of electricity shot at Daniel.

*Zap!*

’Agh!’ he muttered under his breath. ’Fuck, is that why he bring that slut to make me suffer?’

*Zap!*

“Agh!”

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