A month later, in due time, Zen diligently adhered to the monotonous regimen of practice, with woodcutting becoming his daily ritual. Every day was a struggle against level 5 monstrous bunnies, returning to the campsite drenched in blood.
Despite his strong mentality, he felt demotivated every time he practiced, tirelessly pushing his limits daily but always yielding the same results, with room for improvement remaining.
Indeed, giving up was an option, but it was not one for him. If he wanted to survive and attain a better life, he had to acclimate himself to nature. In short, he had to become formidable, overcoming all his limitations.
"Huff, huff, sometimes I ponder if I am slowly succumbing to pools of pain and suffering. While I could easily enjoy the comforts of royalty, deep down, I know I fear those wretched protagonists. They are monsters, building their own empires while tearing down others' shells. That's why I must soon become strong.
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