The Great Demon System

Chapter 313: Training Room

The time was 6:00 AM, well before any class started and Moby was already wide awake. It was not like he actually slept the night, but it was now that he finally decided to start his day with a smile.

Moby hopped out of bed as quietly as he could and immediately headed over towards the kitchen to eat his breakfast, he did not want to wake Regrit up who was still fast as sleep, snoring like a wild animal, his face turned the other way.

Today was different from his usual routine, before he did his daily quest, the training room was empty and waiting for him.

With a smile, he walked into the darkroom and turned on the lights just so it would not seem weird. There, just like before, he saw various machinery one would normally see at the gym but these seemed somehow different, especially a certain machine in the corner that he decided to save until later.

He looked around him and made his mind up on the first machine, the one for bicep curling. And, only as he sat down on the rather comfortable seat he noticed what the difference was from what he was used to. They were gravity crystal powered… The weight of the exercise was free to choose by the person exercising.

He could not help but think of Ray when looking at such a mechanism…

He shook his head and decided to test it out.

At the bottom of the machine, there was a calculator-like screen where inputs for weights were possible, including any measurements the user desired from metric and imperial.

First, he set the weight at 6 tons, approximately that of a normal elephant and managed to do it with no problem at all. He expected it to way far more to the point that he felt like he almost broke the machine from pulling his biceps up too hard. It felt almost like pulling up air...

\'That\'s what I get for not touching weights in over a year…\' Moby mumbled to himself.

He sighed slightly, looking down and changing the weight on the machine, punching in the number for 200, around the weight of a blue whale and a commercial airplane from the ancient days before abilities were a thing.

He took a deep breath and held on tightly, pulling up the arm of the machine with less force than before.

\'Not bad…\' He smiled, pulling it up a few more times. This time, he actually felt it, however, it was only slightly, and he knew he could do far more.

He bent down once again and changed the gravity for the last time. And, after a few minutes of pondering, he punched in the numbers for 1200 tons, around that of a moderately sized cargo ship and far more than a blue whale.

And, even before he did any movement, simply by grasping on the handles of the machine, he already felt like this one was going to be far different than the rest.

Like before, he took a deep breath and steadied his hand. Using no enhancements from magic, or any of his skills or abilities he pulled his arms back up using his raw strength alone.

*Ieeghhhya!* He grunted, feeling the pressure between his two arms and on his biceps. It was more than he expected it would be. He was visibly sweating, his arms bulging up from only one attempt.

\'Ooooonnnneee…\'

\'Twoooooo…..\'

\'Thrrreeeeeee…\'

…

...

\'TTTEEENNNN!!!\'

\'Ten… Ten seems to be my limit…\'

He instinctively fell back on the back of his seat staring blankly and lazily at the ceiling with his sweaty hands hovering slightly over his beating heart.

\'A-avilia… I almost forgot to ask… But… Does this even help me in anyway?\' He struggled to even speak, his arms felt like they had their own heartbeat throbbing up and down.

\'Well… Kinda? It\'s not very effective and the stats you would gain would be minimal. Even humans would benefit more through this than you. Training physically for demons is not as important as training mentally and training magic and skills. The only benefits you would gain is through the daily quest, anything more than that is extremely slow and probably not worth your time.\'

\'So… You\'re telling me if I trained here it would be a waste of time?\'

\'Yeah, pretty much…\' She inwardly nodded to him.

\'Wait… I also have another question… Why is the daily quest so specific? Do I have to do exactly what is said in it? Is it some sort of secret demon ritual?\'

That was when he heard a slight chuckle to his question.

\'Nah! It was just some random training exercise I used from this one funny anime series I saw you watching once before we both properly met! And, I found out it was the perfect exercise to give to you as a quest! If you want, I can complete your daily quest now. You did more than enough exercise lifting there than necessary.\'

\'Oh… I see… HAHHAHAHA!\' Moby could not help but laugh; of course, it was like this, it was Avilia after all. \'Don\'t worry about it, the daily quest has become some sort of ritual for me! Let me finish it now!\'

\'I see… It\'s all up to you in the end,\' She inwardly smiled at him.

Slowly, Moby stood from his seat and stretched his stiff arms that were not as bad as they were at first. Demon regeneration was truly a marvel.

With the small space provided, he completed his daily quest and assigned his stats appropriately all in intelligence.

He looked down towards his school watch as he stretched and noticed the time.

[6:35 am]

The time was far from school starting and there seemed to be nothing of use for him in this room. Like Avilia told him, all of these machines were useless to him and his demon body.

\'Oh well…\' He sighed slightly. There seemed to be no use in this room after all and giving Regrit full access was the way to go. But, he had to word it carefully to make it seem like he owed him a favour.

That was when one thing caught his eyes and he remembered.

Indeed, he nearly forgot about that weird machine in the corner. He smiled, walking towards it. It was like a capsule of some sort, blue, green, and purple circuits flowing through tubes all around it.

And, there was a note on the machine board beside it that bore all the controls and instructions that Moby read it with a smirk.

[ VR Combat Machine ]

\'Heh… Maybe there is use for this room after all…\'