Struggle

A Struggle! Life was hard. Life was a constant struggle. Dacol's life was more so. Having always been an avid believer of 'brains over brawn', Dacol has neglected any form of physical strengthening activities; no gyms nor jabs.

In this day and age, if one wanted to have a physical boost, legal jabs can be administered at a price. The side effects are mild and the effects long-lasting. In the sports world, this is called legal doping. If you didn't have the jab when you enter a competition, you are basically doomed to fail.

With the jab, even females can compete with males, as the jab brings their physical capabilities to a limit cap. This means if a jab is maxed at 100kg of strength, a man who can lift 80kg will gain a 20kg boost, and a woman who can lift 60kg will gain a 40kg boost. With the invention of such jabs and many more, the inequality between males and females has been drastically reduced and the world now focused more on intelligence, which could not be boosted.

But now, no amount of intelligence can bail Dacol out of this never-ending hack and slash, his stamina was dwindling away quickly and his strength waning. Due to being on the top floor of the recently purchased hotel, in order to escape and make it to the first floor, he has to go through 100 floors worth of zombies. The damn lift was stuck due to the pile of corpses in it, exceeding its weight limit. Who was so dumb to take the lift to escape the apocalypse? That's just sending a bento to the zombies. Bon Appétit!

"Haaa.. Haaaa.. Angelia.. I can't .. Haa can't anymore. Let's rest." Dacol panted as he tried to get the words out. Angelia, different from Dacol, has always balanced brains and brawns, for good reasons. Her skill with the sword has already reached the expert level, just below master and grandmaster. Although she hasn't had real experiences against a real enemy and only participated in sparring competitions, she was doing well for a person surviving in an apocalypse.

With beads of sweat on her forehead and strands of hair pasted against her face, she looked at the guy behind her with an exasperated sigh. "Alright come on." She slipped out the master key and open the door to one of the rooms. Clothes and lingerie were scattered everywhere. Dacol stumbled in and immediately headed for the sofa. With a plop he sat down, throwing the knife he had in his hands on the floor.

*squish*

Suddenly, as he lay down, his head contacted something wet. With a frown, he reached back and grasp hold of the thing bothering his rest. He lifted it up above his face to get a better look, but immediately his eyes widened with fear. *splat*

Some white slimy stuff fell out of the rubber he was holding onto his face as he lay on the sofa. It was apparent that he had laid on a previous battlefield, albeit of a different nature.

...

Struggle! May was having her own struggle. Struggle against the burning fire within her. She constantly told herself not to give in, not to pounce on the sexy god that was just sitting there in the training hall with a frown on his face. But why?! Why shouldn't she give in? after all, they had already done the deed! He took her the first time! He should be taking responsibility and taking care of her every need. 'Heheh' The grin on her face got even more corrupted as her thoughts wandered down the path of no return.

Sucking in a huge breath, she mustered the courage and slowly sneaked up to the figure sitting crossed legs on the floor. As she settled near his body, she could smell the wonderful earthly scent that she was addicted to. After 2 years of searching, she still couldn't find anyone else with the same scent that attracted her. She too at one point decided to give up on Gran, but she couldn't, not with him smelling like that. She was her drug, she needed him! And today was the day she finally got him.

Her fingers slowly slipped into his shirt, feeling every bit of his scalped body. From below, her left arm slowly caressed the crevices of the majestic abdominal muscles. As her fingers traversed the 8 mountain ridges, she could feel how deep and how defined his abs truly are. In the meantime, her right hand from the top slowly slid down the collar of his shirt. Her perverted hands brushed past the deep valley that separates the two massive pecs (pecs are the chest muscles).

Suddenly, her right hand felt a bump. She was all too familiar with what it was as she played with it numerous times while thinking about him. Without knowing what had gotten through her head, she gave that bump a squeeze. "YOUCH!!" As her long nails dug deep into the tender flesh, the male god in question was rudely awakened from his meditation. One of the downsides of deep meditation is that the mind will cut off most connections from its body, so if there wasn't any life-threatening act targeting him, anyone with impure intentions could do anything they liked to him. Such as what has presently occurred.

"May!!! What the hell are you doing to me!!" Gran retreated back, away from the lustful demon in horror. "Oh? Me? I'm only claiming what's mine, right darling? Hehehe." Eyes filled with disbelief, Gran stared at his disciple before fiercely rebuking her. "Yours?! Are you insane?! I'm your teacher, what makes you think I'm yours? The audacity! To think you would even assault your teacher so brazenly!" Despite his scolding, May had a defiant look as she countered "You already took away my first time! Are you trying to shirk your responsibilities! How could you, after all I've done for you." As fake tears rolled down her eyes, May felt that her acting was really good.

"That was just a kiss!! And I've already apologized." Visible frustration could be seen on Gran's face as he didn't know what to do. Technically he was the one who laid his hands on her first.

...

Before that episode, Gran was in deep meditation, trying to figure out a way of using mana to break through his current realm. As he tried sensing for mana in the surroundings, all he could think of was one word: abundance!

Mana was everywhere, literally. Using his heightened senses and past experiences when sensing qi, he could tell that mana has attached itself to everything. The trees, the plants, animals, buildings, and even technology. He could feel that they are interacting with each other in a mysterious way.

He felt that it was similar to the time when his mana surpassed the 100 mark, and he received a minor enhancement in stats. He shall name this mana enhancement. All things in this world were being enhanced by the surrounding mana. That is to say, humans or monsters, are growing stronger every day.

Although this poses no threat to him, he couldn't help but be worried for mankind.

With that conclusion, he was even more sure now that mana was the answer to his problem. However, another problem has surfaced for him. He couldn't channel mana into his meridians and make it flow like how he wanted!

With no control over mana, how could he gain the power to breakthrough? He tried and tried, but failed time and again. All his efforts were nothing but one, a struggle! Was this how it felt like to struggle against fate, was this how his ancestors felt when they first discovered qi in the surroundings?

A struggle it was! But nevertheless, he was excited! How wonderful! Gran's blood boiled at the thought of being the pioneer of his new cultivating system. He couldn't wait!

...

After the rude awakening, the 'couple' came to a compromise. Despite rejecting her time and again, Gran couldn't deny that her dedication hooked his heart a bit. Now that he had pushed himself into the pit, he would see how things would play out from hereon.

May was elated. She had finally gotten something. Although she had to quell the thoughts of claiming him for her own, temporarily, she still got him to agree to one action, every week! Although she couldn't ask for anything that could lead to a home run, that was enough. She was satisfied. He was like a great mountain and she was slowly climbing her way to the top, no matter how high it was she would conquer it sooner or later. One day, he would be a meek male god, arriving and going at her beck and call. 'Hehehe'.

...

As he watched his disciple make that lewd face, he asked, interrupting whatever blasphemous thoughts she had, "So what do you plan to do. Do you want to get stronger?"