Chapter 11: The Two-Day Plan

Chapter 11: The Two-Day Plan

After the bath, he put on his new clothes. The fabric felt pleasant against his skin, and he felt refreshed. He opened the door and entered his room.

The room wasn’t very large. In fact, it was quite small. Just one bed and a single nightstand to place things on. And that was it. Not even a chair. But there was a large glass window through which sunlight poured in. The room was bright and seemed spacious at first glance, though it was clearly cramped.

If someone tried to put a second bed in here, there’d be no space left at all, he thought. Oh well. At least it’s cheap.

He sat down on the bed. The mattress was quite firm, but that didn’t bother him.

This is nothing. I’ve slept on worse, he smirked to himself.

Back at work, when he had to pull two shifts in a row — twenty-four hours nonstop — he’d sometimes lie down on the concrete floor. He’d slip a piece of cardboard under his back and catch thirty minutes of sleep if he was lucky. As long as the supervisor didn’t see him. Compared to that, even this stiff bed felt like luxury.

He lay down on his back and exhaled deeply.

It was only noon. But despite that, he felt tired. Not physically — mentally. A new place. Unfamiliar people. Constant tension. It all weighed on him.

I don’t even like talking to people… but yesterday… yesterday was different. Those girls… with people like them, maybe I wouldn’t mind talking every day.

He sat up on the bed and looked out the window. He opened it and squinted, examining the sky and the position of the sun.

Judging by the shadows — it really was noon. Almost exactly.

Weird… It’s already noon? he frowned. But it feels like only five or six hours have passed at most.

He thought back.

But yesterday… I waited for the night to fall for more than forty-eight hours. Nearly two full days, and there was no sunset. That day lasted unnaturally long. And now it’s the opposite — just a few hours, and already it’s noon. What changed?

He frowned deeper.

Right. Yesterday, I spent most of my time inside the training room.

His heartbeat quickened slightly.

What if… time flows differently in the training room? Faster?

If that’s true, then this skill is a total cheat. A real cheat ability. But how much faster is it? How can I test it?

He took a breath and stood up.

"Alright. Time to check. Let’s do this."

He activated his skill. It was effortless: in the next moment, he disappeared from his room at the inn and found himself inside the familiar training room.

The place looked the same as before — like a small fitness gym. Clean and simple: smooth floor, plain walls, several windows letting in bright light. There was no door — just one blank wall, where the interface usually appeared.

And right on cue, the blue system message floated into view before his eyes:

Training Room — Level 19, Progress: 0%.

He immediately remembered: I couldn’t get in when the rabbits were chasing me. Why didn’t it work back then? What went wrong?

He clenched his fists.

Later. I’ll figure that out later.

He took a deep breath.

"No point wasting time."

He started training. Punches, jumps, strengthening his body, focusing his movements, trying different combinations. It was repetitive — but it worked.

After about four and a half hours, he felt worn out. Not sore, but clearly less focused.

He looked at the interface.

Training Room — Level 19, Progress: 81%.

Not bad, he thought. I’ll rest a bit and then continue.

He closed his eyes and deactivated the skill.

Reality shifted again. He returned to his room at the inn.

He walked to the window and looked outside, checking the position of the sun and the shadows.

Almost nothing changed. The sun had moved slightly… but not by much. A few minutes, at most.

He exhaled slowly.

It’s true. Time in here and time in the training room flow very differently. In there, hours passed. But out here — just minutes.

He sat back down on the bed and thought.

How can I use this properly? I could train for hours, and only a few moments would pass out here...

He gave a crooked smile.

But training all the time isn’t an option. That would burn me out completely. I don’t want to go back to how things were at work — just sleep and labor. No thanks.

He lay back and closed his eyes.

But I will train every day. Morning and evening. Maybe more, as long as I’m weak. I need to get stronger as fast as possible. That’s the best way to stay safe. The stronger I get, the less pressure I’ll feel later.

Right now, I’m investing my time. I don’t want to — but I will. Because even this… is better than the life I had before.

He clenched his fists.

"I will become stronger. No matter what."

"So… what should I do now?" he muttered to himself, staring out the window.

The question was simple, but no answer came. His financial problems loomed over him like a heavy stone.

I mean, I could sell health potions. But… if I keep selling only those, without bringing in a single magic stone, that’s going to look suspicious.

In this world, everyone expected potions to be sold by adventurers. And adventurers usually got them in dungeons or during monster hunts. That was the norm. If someone kept turning in potions without ever delivering materials from monsters, it would raise questions. In the best case — rumors. In the worst…

What choice do I even have? he gritted his teeth. It’s not like I can just walk into a dungeon and start hunting. Yesterday’s rabbits nearly tore me apart. And according to the girls, they were weaklings.

He knew he was weak right now. Physically — no question. Magically — almost helpless. Sure, he had skills. But even the best skills needed time to grow. And time was something he didn’t have much of.

Alright… at least for the next two days, I’m covered. I’ve already paid for the inn. Meals are included — breakfast and dinner. So I don’t need to worry about the basics for now.

He slowly inhaled and exhaled.

I’ll spend these two days training. And practicing alchemy. I’ll create as many health potions as I possibly can. Every drop of mana — put to use.

He already knew how it worked. His mana would regenerate over time. And while he rested between training sessions, he could create potions. Then train again. Then make more. He would alternate constantly — not wasting a single hour.

After that — I’ll sell them all. Every single one. I’ll get as much money as I can.

With that money, he would buy everything he needed. A good tent. Warm clothing. Food for the road — dried meat, bread, nuts, water. Everything necessary for survival.

Then I’ll leave. Get out of this village. As far away from people as possible.

His chest tightened. The thought made him uneasy.

I don’t want anyone to find out. If someone learns that I can create potions… without equipment, without ingredients, without cauldrons — just with a skill and mana… they might lock me up. Cage me. Force me to make potions day after day. For the rest of my life. Like some alchemical slave.

He didn’t even want to imagine a fate like that.

No. Not happening. I have to be careful. Extremely careful.

He clenched his fists and stood up.

"The plan is set. It’s clear now."

Today and tomorrow, he would live on a strict schedule. Training. Alchemy. Food. Rest. Then repeat. Not a single hour wasted.

If I can grow even a little stronger in these two days… then I’ll have a chance in the forest. Sure, it might be dangerous. But I’ll be alone. Free. And no one will be able to use me.

He opened his interface.

"Alright then… time to return to the training room."

He looked at his mana — a bit over a thousand. That would be enough. He activated his Alchemy skill. A moment later, a potion appeared in the air in front of him. He quickly reached out and caught it.

“Well, that’s one,” he muttered.

But he understood: no matter how many potions he created, some of them would have to be used by himself. It was impossible to train nonstop for too long. The potion completely removed fatigue and allowed him to keep going longer — which meant more experience gained.

The rest he planned to sell at the Adventurers’ Guild.

Probably best to limit it to three potions a day. Yesterday I drank five… maybe six. That’s why I blacked out. They help — but pushing it is dangerous.

The fourth potion… I’ll keep that in case I get injured.

He stored the potion away and activated the training room.

His goal was clear. Level 19 had to be completed. He began to train.

Punches, jumps, dodges, control over his breathing and speed. Everything felt sharper, more focused, more deliberate. He knew how to move now, when to stop, how to stay in rhythm.

After just over thirty minutes, the system reacted:

Training Room — Level 19 Complete.
Gained: 900,000 Experience Points.

“Yes… finally,” he exhaled.

He’d only started yesterday and had already received a message like this eighteen times. But it still felt fresh — almost like the first. He wasn’t stuck anymore. He was growing. Changing.

He immediately opened his interface and spent all his experience points. The system confirmed: two levels gained. Then he used the free attribute points to increase Intellect and Magic Power, expanding his total mana pool. Right now, mana was everything — survival, strength, freedom. It all depended on that blue bar.

He didn’t leave the training room right away. Instead, he stood still and opened his status window.

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Status Window:

Name: Alisar
Level: 31
Rank: 2

HP: 3170 + 240
MP: 3720 + 360

Strength: 123 + 8
Defense: 96 + 8
Speed: 98 + 8
Intellect: 132 + 12
Magic Power: 115 + 12
Magic Defense: 125 + 12

Free Attribute Points: 0

Skills: —

Special Skills:
— Training Room (Level 20)
— Alchemy (Rank 1)

Experience Points Remaining: 390,000

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He couldn’t take his eyes off it.

The numbers were growing. Slowly, step by step. But it brought a quiet, almost strange sense of satisfaction. He was becoming stronger. Truly stronger.