One month later…

*Whoosh* *Fwoosh*

*Swish!!*

*Bang!!*

*Thud!!*

*Whoosh*

*Boom!!*

The sounds of an extended object being wielded vigorously and powerfully into the still air reverberating out, creating chaotic and turbulent wind within the 200 square meters training room.

Following that, the said long object, after being wielded forcefully, until almost creating a supersonic wave, hit thunderously head on another tangible, solid thing.

The actions kept on repeating in several patterns for more than 30 minutes until the sweating young man who had been brandishing, swinging, and flourishing a two meters ‘long object’ that he imagined as a ‘spear’. Until he felt that he was too tired to continue making the various moves of spear skills. Thus, he decided to take a break for now.

*Huff* *Huff*

*Hahhh…*

‘It sure is tiring to do these compacted training programs each day.’ Jeremy exhaled tiringly and thought to himself.

In his past life, he practiced some spear skills and spear maneuvering techniques in his free time. And his expertise in spear was quite decent for him to use a spear to fight in close combat with a Champion of the warrior pathway in equal footing.

Actually, he would lose most of the time if the fight was prolonged.

He was a mage, after all.

In the end, his body and endurance were not strong enough to fight with those close-ranged combatants for long.

Still, he could reap some victories from them if the opponents were distracted or showed him or let out even the slightest bit of opening; Jeremy would strike at those weaknesses and took the win of that round to himself.

As for fighting with a Warlord whose rank was one whole realm above a Champion?

It could only be said that ‘one shot, half dead’.

Jeremy couldn’t even afford to physically fend off a single attack from a Warlord if they came too close to him and had an opportunity to strike him successfully.

That was, of course, if Jeremy didn’t use any of his mana or spell to create some barriers and defensive measures against the said Warlord.

Usually, a Warlord couldn’t even come close to him; Jeremy could obliterate them completely, leaving nothing behind from several kilometers away.

Taking a quick look at the notifications on his phone. He directly ignored all of the messages sent from his friends and relatives.

After seeing the time was almost 9:30 p.m. in the evening, it was time for him to shower and then do a regular meditation for 4 hours before sleep.

The now naked Jeremy within the bathroom looked nothing like him of the past one month ago.

Right now, his body and demeanor could only be implied and described as that of a professional Olympics athlete.

He looked very well-built in every part of his body with fined muscles together with no excess fat and also had those fined abs that would drown in the eyes of most MILF and young women out there.

After a quick shower, he dressed up into his sleeping uniform while looking at himself in the mirror.

He saw a man who wasn’t a male model, but he should have been one if the opportunity presented itself to him.

The lush, mother lode-gold hair with a tinge of brown color that he groomed so carefully until it had a rippling quality.

A sign of his rude health being showed clearly from the reflected mirror in his front.

The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength.

He should possess a latent, leonine power, and he stood there with purpose and authority. His only blemish was that his facial expression was lacking any emotions.

Meanwhile, exuding a mild mysterious and meek unfathomable aura from his body.

In the daytime, people had always remarked that his best feature was his magnetic, wayfarer-blue eyes. Sloe-shaped eyes that could shine as bright as the evening stars; simultaneously, they resembled a light-filled with joy radiating the deep enjoyment of life.

At other times, they could also resemble two liquid-blue pools of flashing iciness that could attract and drown any onlookers.

In conjunction with classy and tasteful character, the room was always filled with his deep and clear voice whenever he talked.

His beautiful styled clothes were a source of charming and alluring to most ladies, not least because they emanated an unearthly enticing fragrance of the expensive perfume.

‘As handsome as always.’ Jeremy thought to himself narcissistically.

After dressing completely in sleeping clothes and finished admiring himself, he went into a meditating position he was most familiar with and started his daily meditation.

As a result of body toning and training, weapon-wielding, and doing the highest stage of meditation complemented by special breathing techniques daily, Jeremy was now stronger than any Average Joe on the street several times.

He could even beat a group of 10 tough-looking thugs onto the ground senselessly without having to exert his full power.

As for his daily routines for the past month…

First of all, after sleeping for 4 hours, he woke up at 6 a.m. sharp every day in the morning to do different kinds of exercise training for an hour. Then he would take a shower and eat breakfast right after.

Next, he would plan for his future actions in conformity with the sequences of future events, such as defining on the parts what things he could do and couldn’t do. Jeremy didn’t want to cause a colossal butterfly effect just yet, for he still could rip off the benefits from his future knowledge.

After that, he would eat the 2nd meal at noon before driving himself to the gym to experience a hell training program from the 2 trainers. Then he would take a short break before going home to eat the 3rd meal of the day.

Following that, he would surf the internet to read some news and updates of the world. And if the time was enough, he would play some games, watch some movies, and read some novels.

In the evening, after the time hit 5 p.m. straight, he would do the last exercise training programs according to the instructions of his trainers. Then he would eat the last meal at 7 p.m. and took a short break right after that.

Late at night, he would be training his spear skills in the now-clear-of-everything garage that he had only put some heavy wooden dummies inside. And when the time hit 10 p.m., he would take a quit for the day to take a shower and do the regular meditation for 4 hours before going to sleep.

He had been doing those things ever since his consciousness had returned into the past one month ago.

He was now confident that he could contend with Usain Bolt in equal speed, if not a tad faster. He also was more believing that he could punch heavier than a heavyweight world champion.

Additionally, he could also control his mind, emotions, and body to his liking flawlessly.

He was now even exuding a ‘do not mess with me’ aura all the time to scare some ordinary folks.

As for a reason behind that, it was simple, he just didn’t want any other random people to waste his time.

All of those results originated and formed mainly through practicing meditation, and a small part of them was from him doing various kinds of body training in those one month’s time.

Those upgrades were parts of the countless perks of being the greatest mage of all time.

It was just one of the many perks that allowed him to go past human limits even when he was in a mana-less world…