"If it’s , I have no choice. I have to take down this dummy doll again," he said with determination. "This time... I’ll make sure it’s shattered into pieces. I’m sure of it."
Confidently, Shaan swung his dual swords again and ran at full speed to knock out the doll for the second time. He once again used his spin attack technique, which had been his signature technique so far, but strangely, his confidence instantly crumbled when he realized that the dummy doll had evaded his attack with ease this time.
’Damn, but...but how is that possible? It worked before.’
Another misfortune struck: the dummy doll, which had previously shown no resistance at all, suddenly launched a counterattack and delivered a powerful blow toward Shaan—something completely beyond his expectations. The punch sent him crashing hard to the ground, his body slamming against the floor.
’What... what the heck is going on?"
"Don’t think that this dummy doll is just like the dummy doll you have fought before, Shaa." Mr. Maximus walked over to Shaan. "This dummy doll is different from other dummy dolls cause it has been equipped with a special system that is capable of storing the memory of every attack deployed by the attacker. That is the reason why, when you attack this dummy doll for the first time, it does not attack at all like a normal dummy doll. That’s because it’s memorizing and learning the enemy’s movements, so it can deliver an accurate attack to knock out its opponent. Interesting, isn’t it?"
’Oh my, so... so in other words. This dummy doll has learned my movements?’ Shaan tried to rise. "’Crap, it’s like I’m fighting myself.’
"This kind of dummy doll was deliberately made by the Prometheon Tech company because there were several cases of dark creatures having the ability to mimic the attacks of Daemonists, which would be very difficult to defeat," said Mr. Maximus in explanation. "Therefore, the company created a special dummy doll to make it easier for Daemonists to learn about this type of dark creature."
"B-But how can I beat it?"
"Although this dummy doll can copy the Daemonist’s attacks, there are ways around it. The first is that this dummy doll can only mimic the first one or two attacks that hit it, so if you want to defeat this thing, you have to come up with a lot of new moves so that your moves are not easy to learn. And lastly, you can just use your special skills because this thing can’t copy Daemonist special skills."
"Special sk-skill?" Shaan finally slowly stood up by holding his shoulder, which looked sprained. "Do you mean skills that use mana? Like the mana spin strike I just did?"
"No, no. All daemonists can perform mana spin strike, and it is a common skill." Mr. Maximus shook his head. "What I mean is a skill that only you can use. It’s more or less like having a magic power formed from the mana formed inside you."
’Magic power? Wait, is it possible that Chelsie’s healing power is a special skill of hers?"
"But, how can I get it?"
"It all depends on the individual’s body when receiving the 7 virtues serum. Some can immediately get the special skill, but in some cases, some people need a long time to get it," Mr. Maximus explained. " No one can predict when the special skill will appear in him, but every daemonist will certainly have their special skill power. It’s just a matter of time."
"Very well, Mr. Maximus. I understand."
"Now, we’ll stop today’s training here, and I think you should get some rest." Mr. Maximus tapped Shaan on the shoulder.
"Look, your face is already covered in bruises, and it seems that this dummy doll has beaten you to a pulp like a punching bag." Mr. Maximus smiled. " Take a rest now because I don’t want you to pass out and have to carry you to your room. That would be a very tiresome job for me."
"Alright then, we’ll meet tomorrow at this place," Mr. Maximus walked out of the room. "Oh, don’t forget to take the medicine Dion gave you. It’s very effective for relieving pain and restoring your strength quickly."
’Yes, I agree. That medicine is indeed very powerful to heal pain. I’m just curious as to what exactly that medicine is made of?"
"Well then, goodbye, Shaan."
"Goodbye, Mr. Maximus."
As Shaan walked out of the training room to his room, he could feel the pain spread across his body. Every time he took a step, the pain became more and more pronounced, making his whole body ache. Damn, he couldn’t continue walking. He thus decided to stop for a moment to rest his body.
At first, he thought of resting in the main kitchen, and while enjoying the snacks provided in the main kitchen would be the perfect place to rest. Perhaps the pain would slowly fade away, but when he arrived there, the crowd had already filled the main kitchen area, so he couldn’t find an empty seat to rest his body. He finally chose to keep walking until he found an empty seat in the corridor.
’This is much better. Rest for a few minutes and then continue walking.’
As he rested his legs, he saw several daemonists passing in front of him, walking towards their respective rooms. They seemed to be enjoying talking about their training experiences. Shaan then realized that they had made new friends and had begun to build a close relationship with each other. It was certainly a good thing to be able to build strong relationships between amateur daemonists.
Deep down in his heart, Shaan wanted to make friends, but every time he wanted to make friends with strangers, he was constantly reminded of his past when he was in school. Being bullied, isolated, and considered strange, those feelings kept haunting his mind during his time at school, so every time he met new people, he decided to limit himself in friendship so he wouldn’t feel the same way.
In these couple of days he had been in this place, he had only gotten to know one person, Chelsie. The purple-haired girl with a shy trait was the only person Shaa talked to in this place. Even then, he met Chelsie in the simulation training, and when he returned from the training, the shy girl’s existence had simply vanished like the wind until now.
’Never mind, I should go back to my room and rest.’ Shaan stretched his body upwards. ’I should take some medicine to recover my body.’
After a few minutes of walking with heavy steps, he finally arrived at the door of his room. He quickly took the medicine Mr. Dion gave him and then lay down his exhausted body. "Ah, this feels much better than now." Shaan sighed deeply, looking up at the ceiling of his room. "I just hope tomorrow will be a better day."