Arthur stood at the edge of the forest, his eyes scanning the trees for the perfect one to test his idea. He clutched a meter-long claw shaped like a scimitar, its makeshift handle wrapped in vines. 

The weapon was a testament to his resourcefulness, he forged it from the remains of the creatures he had bested. 

Today, he sought a tree capable of bearing immense weight, a task that required both durability and flexibility.

“This has to work,” Arthur muttered to himself, his voice a mix of determination and frustration.

“If I’m going to keep getting stronger, I need to make the right tools.”

He began his search by testing the trunks of various trees, each measuring between 15 and 30 centimeters in diameter. 

With powerful swings of his scimitar-like claw, he hacked at the bases of the trees. The sound of splintering wood echoed through the forest, mingling with the distant calls of strange creatures.

Some trees snapped too easily, their cores brittle and weak. Others bent under pressure but didn’t break.

“Not this one…”

Finally, he found a species with trunks that resisted his strikes, their fibers dense and springy. 

“These would do the job.”

He nodded in approval and felled several of them, dragging their massive lengths back to his cave.

…

Once the tree trunks were secured, Arthur turned his attention to finding suitable weights. He remembered seeing scattered boulders of varying sizes and set out to locate them. 

The area was a few kilometers away, and he jogged at a steady pace, his enhanced stamina making the journey effortless. When he arrived, he examined the stones closely. They ranged from a few tons to massive ones weighing up to 50 tons.

Arthur crouched beside a particularly large boulder, running his hand over its rough surface.

“These ones are too big to carry,” he muttered. “But I’ll take these when I am able to.”

Using his strength, he lifted stones weighing around 5 tons and dragged others back to his cave using several trips. Each step was a test of his endurance, the ground groaning under the weight of the stones. 

By the time he gathered every boulder, his muscles burned, but his determination remained unshaken.

…

Arthur wasted no time in crafting his makeshift barbell. He sharpened the ends of one of the tree trunks to form tapered tips, the process taking longer than expected due to the wood’s metallic toughness. 

T-Rex claw proved invaluable, slicing through the dense material with effort but effectiveness.

Next, he drilled holes into the centers of the smaller boulders, using the claw as both a chisel and a hammer. The task required precision and patience, each strike sending vibrations through his arms. 

When the holes were complete, he slid the boulders onto the ends of the trunk, securing them tightly. The final product was rudimentary but functional: a barbell weighing approximately 6 tons.

Arthur positioned a boulder as an elevated platform to account for his 5’9″ height, then climbed onto it. Gripping the barbell tightly, he took a deep breath and began to lift. The strain was immediate, his muscles trembling under the immense weight.

“Come on,” he growled through gritted teeth. “You can do this.”

With a roar of effort, he hoisted the barbell into the air. The weight threatened to overpower him, but he held firm. 

Slowly, he lowered it and repeated the motion. After ten repetitions, he felt a noticeable difference. His body adapted rapidly, and the once-daunting weight now felt manageable.

After that he enthusiastically continued, after 15 minutes of continuous exercise he felt he could easily pick up the barbell without much strain. He cleaned his sweat and felt it won’t increase his strength much more, so he added more weight to the barbell.

…

Arthur continued his exercise routine, adding more weight as he grew stronger. He attached additional boulders, bringing the total to 8 tons. The strain returned, but so did his determination. 

He pushed his body to its limits, pausing only to prepare food and eat. By sunset, his muscles ached, but his strength had noticeably increased.

With a loud thud that made the ground shake he threw the barbell on the ground, Arthur kept panting ,after the exercise although he took rest in between to prepare food and eat he was still quite exhausted. 

But he was happy with his increased strength. He felt now he could easily pick up 30 tonnes of weight without much strain in his muscles. 

He also felt his stamina increase as he rested. He was so indulged in his exercise that he forgot he also had to check the wyvern’s habit but he thought he would do it tomorrow

“If I keep this up, how much will I be able to increase my strength in a week, a month or even a year,” he said, a grin spreading across his face, imagination running wild in his mind.

To cool off, Arthur made his way to the nearby pond. The water’s chill was invigorating, washing away the day’s grime and exhaustion. 

He filled a few containers with water before returning to the cave to prepare a hearty meal. Using the spices he had gathered earlier, he roasted a slab of T-Rex meat and cooked a bone soup rich with flavor. 

The satisfying meal rejuvenated him, and he drifted into a deep sleep.

…

The next morning, Arthur woke with renewed vigor. He decided to test his speed, sprinting across a flat stretch of forest. By his estimation, he covered 100 meters in just 3 to 4 seconds.

‘Not bad,’ he thought. ‘But I can be faster than this.’

After his speed test, Arthur returned to the area with the larger boulders. This time, he focused on the heaviest ones, including a massive 40-50 ton stone with a diameter of approximately 3 meters.

He carried those he could and he managed to drag those he couldn’t to his cave, each step an arduous feat. The stone’s density amazed him, its weight surpassing that of granite from Earth.

The boulders should have been bigger if it was on earth, the stones should be more denser than granite of earths, which might be the reason for its smaller size with the same weight.

…

With his collection of boulders complete, Arthur turned his attention to the wyvern. He had observed the creature from a distance before, but now he wanted to study its habits in detail. 

He found a vantage point over 100 meters away, his enhanced eyesight allowing him to watch and observe the wyvern easily without being detected.

Arthur crouched low in the underbrush, his enhanced senses attuned to the faintest movements around him. The vantage point he had chosen offered a clear view of the wyvern’s territory, a vast, rocky plateau dotted with sparse vegetation and bordered by steep cliffs.

From this distance, the creature’s sheer size was daunting. Its body was covered in dark, armored scales that shimmered faintly under the setting sun, each one a natural shield.

The wyvern was a fearsome predator, its leathery wings spanning over 20 meters from one end to another. 

The wyvern stood on its perch, wings partially unfurled as it scanned the skies. Its head swiveled with predatory precision, the sharp horns crowning its skull casting long shadows. Arthur noted the intelligence in its eyes, a glint that spoke of cunning and danger.

“Not just brute strength,” Arthur murmured under his breath. “This thing is cunning too, just like the T-rex.”

Arthur watched as the wyvern spread its massive wings, their span stretching over 20 meters. With a powerful leap, it launched into the air, the downdraft from its wings bending the nearby foliage. 

The beast ascended quickly, becoming a dark silhouette against the sky before diving toward the forest.

Its target was a grazing beast, oblivious to the impending attack. The wyvern struck with terrifying speed, its talons sinking into the creature’s back. The prey’s cry was brief, cut short as the wyvern soared upward, carrying its meal back to the plateau.

Arthur observed every movement, noting the efficiency of the hunt. ‘It’s fast, too fast for a head-on attack,’ he thought, narrowing his eyes. ‘I’ll need to cripple its mobility first.’

‘I’ll need to strike at night,’ he thought, formulating a strategy. ‘Poison will be key, but I’ll have to aim for its weak points’

He planned to use his T-Rex claw weapon, its edge smeared with a potent paralytic poison derived from the plants he had found. 

The hardest wood he could find served as the weapon’s handle, ensuring it could withstand the wyvern’s tough hide.

The wyvern landed with a heavy thud, the ground trembling under its weight. Arthur watched as it began to tear into its kill, using its hooked talons to rip apart the flesh with ease. Its jaws crushed bones effortlessly, the sound echoing across the plateau.

When the wyvern finished eating, it stretched its wings lazily and settled into a resting position. Its head tucked slightly, and its chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic motion.

He spent hours watching, noting every detail, the way its wings folded when it rested, the vulnerable joints where scales overlapped, and the intervals between its hunts. 

Arthur even noticed how the creature shifted its weight when preparing to take off, exposing its underbelly momentarily.

“The underside of the wings and the eyes,” he whispered. “Those are the weak points.”

The sun dipped below the horizon, and the wyvern remained motionless, its breathing slow and steady. Arthur’s enhanced eyesight allowed him to track even the faintest movements in the twilight. The beast was powerful, but it wasn’t invincible.

As he slipped away into the night, Arthur’s mind was alive with strategy. The wyvern was a formidable foe, but he was confident that with the right preparation, even this apex predator could fall.

…

It was nearly dawn when he returned to his cave, he then continued his exercise with the barbell. 

He tested his barbell one last time, increasing the weight to 25 tons on each side. The strain proves too much for the tree trunk, which snapped under the pressure.

“I need something more durable to handle the boulder’s weight,” he muttered, inspecting the broken pieces, to continue exercising and increasing his strength he would have to find other material to act as the bar. 

Even his two meters tall elevated platform had developed fine cracks from the repeated use and heavy weight it endured for two days.

By the end of the day, Arthur estimated his lifting strength had reached nearly 50 tons. Though it wasn’t enough to satisfy him, he decided it would have to do for now.

…

He would be striking the wyvern at midnight. After resting a bit he prepared everything from smearing poison onto his weapon to checking if everything was ready. 

After a brief rest, he sprinted toward its nest, covering roughly 10 kilometers in just 5 minutes despite the obstacles in his path. His enhanced reflexes allowed him to navigate the terrain with ease, his focus unshaken.

As he neared the wyvern’s resting place, Arthur slowed his pace, his heart pounding with anticipation. The moment of reckoning was at hand.

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