Is this really a Game?!

The premium training room was quite amazing as it truly did everything the system told them it would do. As soon as they started thinking of what they wanted to work on, the room responded, transforming into environments and challenges that were perfectly tailored to their desires. The air was full of mana, making it very easy for them to replenish it whenever they needed to.

What was most important, however, was the fact that they could also stop the mana from being replenished with a thought, so that they could truly push themselves to their limits and see just what they were able to do with their own mana supply.

For Reign, the choice was clear. He had relied heavily on his Nephilim transformation during the trial, but his swordsmanship and control over his light and darkness abilities still needed refinement. He wasn't looking for power alone—he wanted mastery.

Reign stood in the room, closing his eyes and focusing his thoughts. 'Create an opponent skilled in swordsmanship, one who can push me to my limits.'

The air shimmered before him, and out of the haze, a warrior materialized—tall, lean, and cloaked in white with an ethereal, almost celestial presence. The figure drew a sword, and in that instant, Reign felt a pulse of energy. He knew this wouldn't be a mindless puppet; the room had created an opponent skilled in swordplay, one he actually knew, one he had faced before.

The figure, although not a carbon copy, was Radagan, his build was the same, as was his aura.

Reign raised his sword, his heart pounding, but it wasn't fear. It was excitement. He lunged forward, his blade flashing with a mixture of light and darkness, striking at the figure's midsection. The opponent parried with fluid grace, countering with a quick riposte aimed at Reign's shoulder.

Clang! Their swords met in a clash of sparks.

For hours, Reign fought, sweat beading on his forehead as his movements grew faster and more precise. He focused not only on the speed and strength of his attacks but also on the seamless integration of his abilities. His light needed to become sharper, and more controlled. His darkness needed to flow naturally alongside it, coiling around his strikes without hesitation or gaps.

As he fought, he experimented, using vibrations of energy around his sword to make his cuts deadlier, faster, and more difficult to defend against.

Each swing, each block, and each burst of power was honed with the same goal: mastery.

Meanwhile, Wolf stood in a field of battle. The ground cracked and smoldered beneath his feet as his purple flames flickered, scorching the air. He held his sword tightly, his draconic form emerging as he stared down a colossal fire beast that loomed over him, created by the room based on his visualization.

"This is exactly what I need," Wolf muttered, his eyes gleaming with intensity.

He wanted to fight against an opponent who was also skilled in utilizing flames simply because he hadn't been able to do so many times in the past. There were only a few times he had ever come across a monster or person that was as skilled, or more skilled than him when it came to utilizing fire.

When it came to his swordsmanship, however, he knew he could definitely improve upon it more as his current way of fighting was mostly using brute force to power through the enemy's defense.

The fire beast roared, its molten claws swiping down at Wolf with enough force to crush boulders. Wolf ducked under the attack, his own flames igniting with even greater ferocity. He wanted to push the limits of his flame manipulation, and see how far he could go before losing control.

Flames swirled around him like a vortex, his sword trailing a blazing arc of heat as he struck at the fire beast's legs. The beast recoiled, but it was relentless. Wolf gritted his teeth, pouring more power into his flames, pushing them further, amplifying their heat until even the air around him shimmered with the intensity of the firestorm he was conjuring.

Boom!

An explosion of fire erupted around him, and the fire beast staggered back, its own flames battling against Wolf's.

"I need to refine this," Wolf muttered to himself, analyzing his use of fire. "I'm strong, but the flames are too wild. If I can control them better… if I can direct the flow, I won't waste so much energy."

'In turn, that will make it a bit easier for me to control the chaos flames as well, damn, just thinking of training with that makes my headache.'

The chaos flames were many times more difficult to control compared to his own flames, or even when it came to the Everlasting Flame he could utilize thanks to his mark. They were too volatile, and without the soul trapped inside his sword, he doubted he would ever be able to control them as well as he could now.

Luckily, after using them for so long, the chaos flames had grown accustomed to him and it was easier for him to control them now, even without the soul helping, which was a big boon as lately, the soul was quite quiet, barely doing anything.

That was because of the chaotic energy inside the sword. Even though the soul of the enemy leader had been a person that utilized the power of chaos, with his soul damaged and fused with the sword, it was slowly dissipating, becoming one with the chaos and the sword, losing all characteristics it once had.

Wolf didn't care about the soul, he was just worried it would dissipate completely before he was able to gain better control over the flames, but with this training room given to them, he was confident that he could raise his control, as well as familiarity with the chaos flames higher by a level before the 5 days were finished.

After all, the chaos flames needed mana as well, and the more he used them, the less there was inside the sword, which meant he had to wait some time between each usage, but with the room supplying everything they would ever need, he could use the flames non-stop.

He continued battling the beast, focusing on controlling the explosion of flames, reducing wasted energy, and honing the precision of his attacks.

Mia had retreated to a world of snow and ice. She stood in the center of a vast, frozen tundra, her breath visible in the frigid air as she summoned massive ice golems to face her. Each golem was an embodiment of raw power, crafted from towering blocks of ice and snow, their forms jagged and intimidating.

But Mia wasn't fazed.

Her frost abilities had grown considerably, but she wanted to reach the point where her control over ice was absolute. No wasted energy, no excess cold that didn't serve a purpose—she needed precision.

As one of the golems charged at her, Mia raised her hands, focusing. She didn't need to summon a storm of ice to defeat it. Instead, she wanted to strike at its weakest points with just the right amount of power.

With a flick of her wrist, shards of ice formed in the air and shot forward, like a rain of deadly, frozen arrows. The ice pierced the golem's joints, freezing them solid and shattering them in an instant. The golem fell to pieces, but Mia didn't stop.

More golems appeared, and she continued the process—refining her ability to create ice constructs while simultaneously freezing her opponents with pinpoint accuracy.

It seemed useless to freeze ice golems, but the thing was that they were made out of ice, and she could control ice, even the ones they were made out of. Of course, it was incredibly difficult, but that was just what she needed.

Shadow, on the other hand, was perfecting his stealth and assassination techniques. He found himself in the middle of a swamp, with plenty of powerful enemies that could hide well, or could find hidden opponents easily. There were plenty of beasts with heightened senses and warriors who could see through the darkness.

These enemies forced him to push his limits, combining stealth, speed, and deception to stay hidden while delivering lethal strikes.

The others all did the same. Tank was practicing with his axe against a phantom that looked eerily similar to the emperor whose soul fragment was inside his axe, while also using his shield and improving his proficiency with it.

Jin was using his mark and ability, as it was quite difficult for him to improve his martial arts further here, thanks to the fact it was already at Rank SSS.

Laura was improving her destructive spells, learning how to cast them even faster whilst utilizing her demonic energy and life force, Aelrinder practiced with his spear and wind, and Beast focused on his archery while allowing his three tamed beasts to run free around the training room, practicing whatever they wanted in any way they wanted to.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Greenie was simply slaughtering different monsters, his bloodline flowing and making him excited as he could feel himself improving. Compared to the others, he just needed to battle, and he would gain the experience he needed to use his powers better, that was the biggest advantage he had as a Vajra Ogre.