章 43: The Mistakes of Executives (1)
A week has passed since the first day of training for the cultists.
The first three days were especially torturous, as the cult had been lacking the funds to feed everyone. But from the fourth day on, the cultists found themselves no longer searching for food between training sessions, alongside two new training partners.
The two Namgung warriors had returned with their families, and the million Nyangs to buy the next golden dragon weapon. The joke was on them however, as there never was going to be another golden dragon weapon. The last of Jinlong's horns were used to make this blade according to the eccentric blacksmith.
I didn't really know how far the regular cultists had come yet, but I did know one thing for sure. These executives suck ass!
The only two who were worth the time of day training was Bae Suk and Baek Il, with Mun Hee at a close third. The other executives were too busy complaining about how cruel the training was to focus on the training.
Bae Suk and Baek Il however, were competing against each other every day. Going so far as to stay an extra hour after every training session just to compete against each other.
This was greatly affecting Bae Suk's body size, as by the end of the week his belly, which used to flab over his waist like a deflated balloon, had shrunk.
It may have been the week with minimal amounts of food, it may have been the excessive training he was doing. I don't know exactly which did this to him, but it was a good sign.
It wasn't just his body that was changing, his personality was starting to morph too, he had become more extroverted and even going so far as to organize the other executives for the training sessions.
He was turning out to be more helpful than Baek Il, who was fighting to reclaim his position as the Vice-leader. Oh, I didn't tell you? Whoever was the strongest after six months would become the next Vice-leader.
So not only would the two halves of the cult fight against each other to see who had trained their side better. But the executives would spar against each other to determine the new Vice-leader, which would be held in front of the entire cult.
This would be the best way to get the public opinion in favor of whoever wins the position of Vice-leader. That's some pretty good motivation if I do say so myself.
Yet they still aren't trying hard during the training, I wonder why?
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'FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!'
One of the other ten executives, known as Jin Mal-Chin, was screaming internally. Before the devil known as Ryu Il took over the cult, he lived a good life, only having to worry about his portion of the paperwork needed to keep the cult going.
But then that devil Ryu Il showed up and took the cult by storm, forcing those who were able to relax like himself to partake in grueling training that made him prefer death.
Everyday was now filled with excruciating pain because of the training, the mornings were hundred lap runs around the headquarters, lunch time was upper body and back training, evenings were now core and balance training. The only free time they had during the day was either time used for eating, or time used for sleeping.
The non executives of the cult had it easy, they had time to perform their cult duties between the training sessions. However, the demon of a leader had taken all responsibilities for the paperwork of the cult, leaving the executives to do nothing but train.
Even now he was being trained, as the group of executives was training with a new exercise that Ryu Il had taught them.
'FUCK! Why does everything that bastard make us do so painful! I just want to return to my easy life of relaxation!'
But what was worse to him was that three people in the group were making it harder for everyone, since they were giving every rep their all without hesitation.
'But those three are making it worse! Going too fast and making the rest of us look like we're not trying!'
It was almost as if those three were having fun with this hellish training, bow could they be having fun with something so painful! Especially that Bae Suk, how could the fattest person in the cult be working harder than the rest of the group?
'God damn that giant bastard, he doesn't do anything but watch us train, cultivate our internal energy, eat food that we could be using to keep ourselves full and do the paperwork that keeps the cult running. He doesn't deserve to be in charge of us if he doesn't train with us.'
In a sudden burst of courage Jin Mal-Chin dropped the stone in his hands behind him and walked up to Ryu Il, who was sitting under a tree focusing on restoring his qi.
Jin Mal-Chin rears back his leg and kicked Ryu Il in the leg, neither his leg nor Ryu Il's body moved from the shock. However, a few seconds later Ryu Il's eyes opened and stared deep into Jin Mal-Chin's eyes.
"Why did you stop training?"
"If you're going to lead us properly, you should at least join us in training, no?"
Jin Mal-Chin's plan was going good so far, one more push would show Ryu Il how painful the training he was forcing the executives to go through really was.
'Come on you bastard, come train with us and find out how bad it's been.'
"Bae Suk, how many Skull Crushers are you up to?"
Bae Suk stopped performing Skull Crushers and looked over to Ryu Il before responding. "I'm up to four hundred now."
"That's a good handicap, I'll catch up to you in a few minutes."
Ryu Il stood up and grabbed the rock Jin Mal-Chin had dropped a moment prior.
However, what came next shocked everyone in the group. As Ryu Il began furiously performing Skull Crushers at a pace even faster than Bae Suk's.
'What have I done?'
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