Chapter 9-10 – My Body, My Rules
Seria Finally F*cks Off (I Hope)
I didn't look back.
I didn't check if she was still staring.
I just kept walking until I was far, far away from that headache of a woman.
Finally, some damn peace.
And now that I didn't have to deal with her stalking my every move, I could focus on something more important.
Getting stronger.
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Time to Fix This Weak-Ass Body
Up until now, I had been running purely on instincts.
✔ Dodge.
✔ React.
✔ Bite something when I get desperate.
And sure, my Beast Instincts helped a lot, but my actual physical ability?
It still felt… off.
Like this wasn't fully my body yet.
Like I was still adjusting to the differences between my old world and this one.
That had to change.
Starting now.
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Training Begins – Pain is Progress
I found an isolated spot deep in the academy's training grounds—one that no spoiled noble aholes ever used.
Then, I got to work.
✔ Bodyweight exercises.
✔ Strength training.
✔ Speed drills.
And of course—
Fighting practice.
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The Difference Between Instinct and Technique
Up until now, I had been getting by on raw ability.
But after testing my movements, I realized—
My body was different now.
✔ My balance had shifted.
✔ My reflexes were sharper than before.
✔ Every motion felt… lighter, stronger.
Like my body had finally caught up with my mind.
I flexed my arm, feeling the tension in my muscles.
Yeah. This body is mine now.
I smirked. "About f*cking time."
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Time to Put My New Strength to the Test
Training alone was great and all—
But I needed a real fight to push myself further.
I cracked my knuckles, looking toward the academy's combat arena.
I had been trying to lay low, but at this point?
F*ck it.
It was time to see how strong I'd really become.
After some time.
I clenched my fist, feeling the power in my muscles.
After days of pushing myself, my body was finally mine.
✔ Stronger.
✔ Faster.
✔ More balanced.
It felt damn good.
Until I realized something.
A tiny, annoying little detail.
No one can even f*cking see it.
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The Downside of Using a Fake Identity
I looked at my reflection in a small pond nearby.
And instead of my actual face—I still had the stolen appearance of some random noble bastard I bit.
The guy had a decent build, sure—
But it wasn't me.
No matter how much I trained, my disguise wouldn't change.
And that's when it hit me.
My hard work doesn't even f*cking matter.
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Internal Screaming (Again)
I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "God. F*cking. Damn it."
I spent all this time training like a maniac—
And for what?
To still look like some fancy noble twink?
What was the point?!
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Do I Drop the Fake Identity?
For a second, I actually considered it.
✔ Drop the disguise.
✔ Walk around as my real self.
✔ Show off my f*cking progress.
But then I remembered:
✔ I'm still wanted.
✔ Seria is still suspicious.
✔ The entire royal family wants me dead.
So yeah.
Stupid disguise stays on.
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One Solution – Start Training My Disguise Too
If I couldn't show my real physique, then…
I'd just have to make this disguise stronger, too.
✔ Train the fake body just as hard.
✔ Make sure it actually reflects my strength.
✔ Eventually figure out if I can tweak my shapeshift ability to fix this sh*t.
I sighed. "This is so much f*cking work."
The horse neighed at me from nearby.
I pointed at it. "Don't say a goddamn word."
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I stood in the middle of the training grounds, staring at my hands.
✔ My real body? Strong, fast, perfectly balanced.
✔ My disguise? Still the same noble twink I copied from some random dude.
No matter how much I trained, this body wouldn't show my progress.
Which meant I had to train a second time.
For the same f*cking results.
I hate this.
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Testing My Shapeshifting Ability
I activated my Shapeshift skill, focusing on the guy I copied.
Immediately, my features adjusted—but I still felt the same.
I tried flexing, adjusting, forcing my physique to match my real strength.
Nothing.
I growled. "Come on, work with me, you stupid ability."
Nothing changed.
I clenched my fists. "Okay. What if I try... half-shifting?"
I focused on my arms, imagining them becoming closer to my real ones.
For a second—my muscle definition sharpened.
Then, like a rubber band snapping—it reset back.
I groaned. "Bullsh*t."
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Solution? Get Stronger Until It Doesn't Matter
If I couldn't change the disguise to match my real strength...
Then I just had to keep training until the difference didn't matter.
✔ Push my body to its absolute limits.
✔ Force my disguise to adapt through sheer physical dominance.
✔ Eventually figure out a way to manipulate Shapeshift more.
I sighed. "This is so much goddamn work."
The horse neighed.
I pointed at it. "Not a word from you, buddy."
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Time to Train – Again
I ran through my usual drills.
✔ Speed training.
✔ Endurance drills.
✔ Combat techniques.
Even though the disguise still looked the same, I could feel the improvement underneath.
Eventually, my fake form would have no choice but to reflect my strength.
And when that day came?
I was going to f*cking dominate.
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A New Problem – I Have an Audience
Halfway through training, I felt it again.
That damn feeling of being watched.
I turned my head.
Seria.
Standing in the distance.
Arms crossed.
Watching.
I sighed. "Oh, for f*ck's sake."
She wasn't even hiding it this time.
I ignored her and kept training.
If she wanted to spy on me?
Let her.
It wouldn't change a damn thing.
For now, I had only one priority—
Getting even stronger.
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To Be Continued…