Damon had arrived home safely without any trouble. He had wondered what Edward and Mr. Steele had talked about to make Edward act cold.
But soon he forgot about it. Mr. Steele's words were echoing in his head. "Your next opponent is dangerous, and wants it more than you."
Damon thought about these words. He felt a sense of unease. He didn't know who his next opponent was, but he knew he had to be careful.
Today's event had been held pretty late. Damon was informed that the next one would be even later.
Damon entered the room, finding his mother already fast asleep.
He decided not to disturb her, instead choosing to quietly have his dinner. After eating, he got ready for bed and lay down, trying to rest.
The events of the day, especially Mr. Steele's warning, lingered in his mind, but he eventually drifted off to sleep.
Damon's eyes closed, and he fell into a deep slumber, unaware of what the next day would bring.
The following weeks, Damon trained harder than ever before. He knew he had to make the most of his time.
Despite his confidence, he still had doubts buried deep within him. He wanted to overcome them.
One day, Damon took a spin on the wheel. He won a technique called Meditation Technique.
When he read the description, he couldn't believe his eyes.
[Meditation Technique - This technique is a Mental conditioning technique designed to enhance focus, reduce anxiety, and improve mental clarity]
Damon remembered asking himself how to improve his mental stats before.
Now, it seemed like things were falling into place. He felt a sense of excitement and hope.
Damon continued his routine as usual. He would start with running, then move on to exercises. After that, he would practice his moves on the punching bag.
He would begin with basic moves and gradually move on to more complex ones, like the Question Mark Kick. He had been trying to master this move for a while now.
Damon made sure to practice until his body ached. He didn't want to leave anything behind. He wanted to give it his all.
As he practiced, he noticed his body yearning change. He was gaining weight and muscle mass.
He realized he needed to move up to a higher weight class, but for now the training regime provided by the system ensured he stayed within the weightclass cap, it was one of the reasons why his weight was always on the mark during weigh in.
Damon had already made up his mind to go up after this match. He didn't want to hold himself back. He knew it could lead to injuries.
He didn't want to rely on the system for help when he could have prevented something himself.
Although he knew the system would offer assistance if he needed it, he preferred to rely on his own hard work.
Damon's career had started because of the system, but he didn't feel like he was cheating.
He was still working hard, and the system's enhancements were based on his training.
The system would check his body before every match and remove any toxins that could affect his performance.
Damon's days blended together as he continued his routine. He would wake up, run, exercise, practice on the punching bag, and then rest.
And to add the cream on top after all the intense training he would sit quietly, focusing on his breath, and clear his mind. It was his way of unwinding after a long day of physical exertion.
Aoife respected his training and meditation routine. She never interfered or disturbed him when he was in his meditative state.
She was proud of her son for following his dreams and working hard to achieve them.
Damon had been helping his mother with various tasks when he wasn't training.
He had also started talking about finding a job to support himself.
She had accepted his passion for fighting and was supportive of his career choice.
As a mother, she couldn't stop him from pursuing his dreams, but she could offer her guidance and encouragement.
She was relieved to see Damon returning with fewer bruises after his last fight.
So he let him do as he liked, ss long as he wasn't involved in anything illegal, she was content with whatever path he chose.
As the fight drew closer, Damon went through all the necessary procedures. He arrived at the medical facility for his check-up, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
The doctor examined him thoroughly, checking his vital signs, reflexes, and overall physical condition.
After a few minutes, the doctor gave Damon a nod of approval. "You're cleared to fight," he said with a smile. Damon felt a surge of relief and excitement.
He had passed the medical check-up, and nothing could stop him from stepping into the ring now.
With the medical check-up out of the way, Damon began to taper his training.
He reduced the intensity of his workouts, focusing on light exercises and techniques to avoid any injuries before the fight.
He didn't want to risk getting hurt now, not when he was so close to the big day.
Damon's days became more relaxed, with shorter training sessions and more time for rest and recovery.
Damon opened the Quest interface, and his eyes widened as he read the message.
[WIN YOUR THREE UPCOMING MATCHES]
[REWARD: SYRUM/POTION SHOP ACCESS]
This was it, the moment he had been working towards. Winning this next match would not only grant him access to the syrum shop, but also secure Mr. Steele's support.
Damon thought about how far he had come. He wondered where he would be if the system had never activated.
Probably still on the streets with his mom, struggling to make ends meet. But that was all in the past now.
This match was more than just a fight; it was a chance to change his life forever.
Better times were coming, and Damon was ready to seize them.
Whoever the opponent was, it's your Funeral.