Chapter 19 Discovery
"One more, let's go! Burn this bicep!" Magnus yelled, slapping Damian's back to give him more strength.
It was hard because Damian did not work out regularly and could not boost his physique like Magnus.
"You know what? Let me use these freaking Erotic Coins now!" thought Damian as he opened his system tab.
Five Erotic Coins were his prize after the moment he and Vanessa had inside the bathroom, and he was not planning on buying a new ability yet, so why not make his body stronger?
"Two points into Strength, two into Agility, and one to Endurance. It should be a good distribution, right?"
<Name: Damian Romero>
[Erotic Coins: 0]
[Attributes:]
<Strength: 3>
<Agility: 3>
<Endurance: 2>
<Ability Power: 1>
Damian's body drastically changed, and the once difficult bicep curl was no longer. One point or two may sound minor, but it was a lot to Damian's common attributes!
He curled like a professional bodybuilder, impressing Magnus, who was pleased by the sudden change.
"Let's go, champ. That was what I was talking about! Beast mode, Damian, beast mode!"
The two were screaming inside the gym and weren't alone there.
"These guys are taking their training seriously. I should do the same," one of the students in the gym thought.
The training continued with more exercises, and by the end of it, Damian's arms were sore, but he was happy with the results. Why? Well, a message popped up in front of him while he trained.
<Body Training Progress 15%>
<Reach 100% for Free Attributes>
Damian could train his body to an extent, which would be awesome with the addition of the points he could buy with his Erotic Coins. That could create a snowball effect, making his power skyrocket!
"You wanna bite something?" Magnus asked after they left the gym, and of course, Damian being as tired as he was, said yes.
"The meal after the workout is important, and we should prepare our own," said Magnus, dragging Damian to his apartment in the same dorm as Damian's, so going there was not a big deal.
"Rice, chicken, and vegetables. This is the secret for a body like mine!"
Magnus was responsible for making their food, and Damian took the chance to watch everything. Not because he was trying to learn something, but because he did not see Magnus as the cooking type, but against all odds, the food he did was spectacular.
"This is delicious. What was that seasoning you put in the chicken meat? Can you show me the bottle?"
"I know, right? This is what we call bodybuilder cooking talent," Magnus proudly answered, laughing as he showed Damian the spices he put on the meat.
The two ate like starved beasts, which was expected after a tiring workout like theirs.
"Bro, what do you think about the classes? Do you like it here?" Magnus asked, catching Damian off guard.
"Everything seems fine, I think. Why do you ask?"
Magnus moved his fork on the plate but did not get the food, "don't you think something is weird inside this place? My guts are telling me something will happen soon."
"If you put it like that, I also feel weird in here. But we are just first-year students who don't have a saying and power to do anything."
Damian was unsure if the school itself had a problem, but Vanessa? He was sure she had interior motives, and it would just be a matter of time before he discovered what she was up to.
"Yeah, you are right. But, bro, be careful out there. I don't want something happening to one of the few decent people around here."
After the two finished eating, Damian returned to his room, which was just beside Magnus'. He sat on the couch and turned on the TV to see whatever was available for him at that time — just like the school did not allow them to use the internet freely; there weren't many things to watch on the TV either.
"It feels so good to relax after that workout. I must go to the gym daily now that I can get some points there."
Damian felt the need for a cold drink, so he got up from the couch and went to get one, but at that moment, someone knocked on his door. Loud bangs and no words.
"This is just like the situation in bad horror movies," he thought, slowly walking toward the door.
There was no magic eye, meaning he would have to open the door to see what or who was on the other side, which was not something Damian liked considering how late it already was.
"It must be someone who lives in the dorm because the school is rigid with the time, and no students are allowed to walk outside this late."
That was the only explanation Damian could find, and whoever was knocking did not seem like it would stop so soon, so Damian gave a deep breath, gathered courage, and opened the door.
It was a blond youth with blue eyes who was breathing like he had just run a marathon and was nervous about something as if he had seen something he should not.
"Theo?" Damian said, surprised as it was the last person he thought would knock on his door that late.
"Can I come in?" Theo said, not looking Damian in the eyes but around him, trying to see if someone was following him.
"Sure, come in."
Theo went straight to the couch to sit, and Damian grabbed a cup of water for him to drink, and after realizing no one would come to get him there, Theo finally relaxed.
"So what exactly happened for you to be like this?"
"It's hard to explain, and it might sound crazy, but please, believe in me."
Damian's curiosity rose as he heard, "I will. Just relax, and tell me at your time."
"Okay, okay. So, I returned to my room after class and realized I was missing something," Theo said, and then he showed Damian his wrist, "my watch; I left it in the classroom. But it was late, and if the school monitors caught me, then I would be screwed, but I did not care and went inside the school anyway, using one of the back windows to enter,"
"But as I was quietly going toward our classroom to look for the watch, I passed in front of the library and saw a masked person entering a secret passage, like those of movies! Damian, I am telling you the truth, I swear! After seeing that, I ran straight back to the dorm without getting my watch and came to see you."
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