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Freyr performed a set of Death Push-Ups.
This type of push-up was something he had always excelled at, but now, with an additional thirty kilograms of weight, he wondered if he could still manage it. It had become quite a hassle to get started.
This was the minimum standard he needed to achieve.
The so-called Death Push-Up required his body to remain vertical while lifting his feet off the ground, with both hands supporting his entire weight. At this moment, all the weight was resting on his arms. While doing this, he had to keep his palms together in a clapping position; only then would it count as one. Each set required twenty repetitions, transitioning from two-arm support to one-arm support, with the latter being significantly more challenging, requiring seven repetitions per set.
Although this wouldn’t help him lose weight, it was beneficial for training his current willpower. After all, his focus hadn’t changed much, so even while gaining weight, he couldn’t afford to let his concentration wane. Maintaining balance was essential to sustain that state.
This approach was torturous for the challenger; the process was grueling. Completing it had never been easy for him in the past, and now he sometimes had to endure such hardships just to maintain that state.
He also had to jump rope for six sets, each lasting over ten minutes.
Running was done on a treadmill—five kilometers in the morning and another five in the afternoon—making it easier to shed excess fat.
Additionally, Dumbbells and Fitness Equipment were essential. Initially, he practiced standing postures with two Wooden Sticks. The purpose of standing postures was to test his willpower; he had to hold them for two hours straight. To increase difficulty, he held one end of each Wooden Stick with both hands parallel, putting immense strain on his wrists for another two hours. Then came the Iron Rods. Now Freyr could practice standing postures using fifty-kilogram Dumbbells.
While this level of training made his muscles incredibly strong, he still maintained a lean physique without any bulkiness. This was likely due to the combined efforts of his Body Sculpting Coach and the Nutritionist at home.
He might need to redo his body sculpting; he had to lose weight quickly.
His body sculpting practice had been very successful; he had transformed from a chubby guy back into a muscular man as the side effects from those substances faded away.
Not long after, he finally returned to being a healthy individual after a trip back to the hospital.
Aside from his body fat still exceeding normal standards, everything else had reached an average level.
While there, he inquired about the hospitalization status of Ross and the others, quickly locating the attending physician to get the details. Outside the intensive care unit, he spotted the remaining four: Ross, Parker Parkinson, Maggie, and Xiong Tai. Except for Xiong Tai, their bodies had all become bloated. The radiation injuries had healed, relying entirely on the hormonal injections from the surgeries. Those medications were known to cause weight gain, and now Xiong Tai had ballooned into a ball; it was evident that the effects of the hormones were even more severe than anticipated.
Freyr glanced at the specialized glass and swallowed hard before hurriedly asking the doctor, "How long will they remain in this state? Do they need to continue with those hormone injections? It looks like they've all turned into different people."
The doctor, aware of Freyr's background upon noticing the Hunter Team insignia pinned to his chest, did not hold back. "We are administering these hormones for their health. Although they seem to have recovered quite well, the hidden dangers of radiation in their bodies are still terrifying. These hormones are meant to help them combat that radiation. Aside from causing weight gain, there should be no lasting side effects. Once they recover sufficiently, we will be in contact with higher authorities; they should be able to discharge soon."
After failing to gather more information, Freyr turned his head slightly to glance at his companions before continuing, "So you don't know when they can be discharged either?"
The doctor appeared troubled as he replied, "We will take responsibility for them; you can rest assured about that."
Freyr silently stepped outside for a few paces before turning back and saying, "Alright, I understand your point. You’re all doing a great job. I don’t need anything else; as long as they’re fine, that’s enough for me. Please don’t discuss my visit with anyone else; my team members should also keep it to themselves." With that, he opened the door and left.
The doctor stared at the virtual screen for a long time before realizing he was alone.
The oppressive atmosphere made it hard for him to breathe; some words slipped out unintentionally and took a while to fade away.
Eventually, he regained his composure and sent a text message detailing the situation back to his direct superior. He then returned to another room to explain the treatment progress to the four individuals inside.
Freyr made another trip to Wanderer's Home because no one was handling the issues caused by Gold and Silver Duo. At this moment, Wanderer's Home had angered quite a few hunters; many were queuing up without receiving any service, and starting from now, missions would no longer be supplied.
After inquiring, it was discovered that the administrators had replaced the old staff with a new batch of recruits. These individuals were all high achievers from the Scholar Academy, specifically trained to handle data and business dealings. They were talents cultivated by the Executive Government's investment in the academy, and their style allowed for no mistakes; even the counting of points and the number of zeros at the end were strictly regulated.
Given the magnitude of the recent incident, it was fortunate that it hadn't been leaked to the public. However, now even supplementing tasks and accepting new ones had become troublesome. Although there had always been a queue, once formalized, some tasks had to follow specific procedures. Fortunately, these tasks were specially set up to primarily satisfy the existence of the Advanced Hunter Guild. As for their scale, it wasn't very large; lower-ranked Hunter Teams could only line up at the very end based on seniority.
Freyr was not here to accept a task. His team had just suffered a significant incident, essentially being wiped out, and it would take a long time before they could regain their task acceptance privileges. He held his Merit Card to check the balance of Reward Points in the team's account.
For this matter, there was no need to wait in a long line. A server stood nearby, and with a simple computer, she could assist him.
"Hello, how can I help you?" The server smiled cutely. She was a young woman, probably in her twenties.
"Oh? Hello, could you help me check the amount of Reward Points on my Merit Card?" Freyr handed over the Merit Card that symbolized his team. It was something only the team Commander possessed, indicating that his status within the team was certainly not low. He alone managed everything related to it. However, many other teams did not operate this way; such items were often entrusted to third parties for safekeeping due to numerous incidents of Commander fraud that had led to entire teams disbanding. To prevent such occurrences, a so-called third party had been established to safeguard these Merit Cards or any subsequent exchange items. As long as three members from the team were present, they could activate the exchange mode for the Merit Card; otherwise, it would remain dormant.
Even third-party staff lacked the authority to interpret its contents since unsealing required matching fingerprints, voice recognition, and retinal scans from three team members. This provided an extremely high level of security for the Merit Card.
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