Muscles

After being reprimanded by Lugner, Draht could only silently lower his head and listen. Aura, who was watching from the side, blinked. As clever as she was, Draht was the kind of guy who would do whatever he was ordered to do. Perhaps Li Yan had asked him to fight Heiter because he thought Draht was the weakest among the Demons, so Heiter could have a good advantage in the fight. But Li Yan probably didn't expect that Heiter was physically weak, while Draht, as Demons, although he looked thin, was extremely fierce in close combat, and he fought with a completely single-minded focus, without any thought of whether to hold back.

"Draht, apologize to Lord Heiter. As a servant, your decision to fight with all your might was a grave mistake."

Lugner pressed down on Draht's head, forcing him to bow towards the direction of the Heiter.

"Lord Heiter, Draht is a foolish fellow. I hope Heiter can forgive his rudeness."

"I'm sorry, Lord Heiter, it's my fault."

Draht bowed again in apology.

"Put me down, Himmel, I'm not that fragile."

Heiter glared at the princess as she held Himmel. Although he was a Priest and physically weak, he wasn't about to die from just a few punches.

Seeing that Heiter didn't like being carried in a princess carry, Himmel put him down on the ground. Heiter coughed as he cast the Goddess's healing magic on himself. Indeed, for the first time, he realized the importance of close combat; sometimes, some training was truly necessary.

"Draht is alright. I want to learn your ghostly footwork. Can you teach me? I think I should focus on improving my escape skills first, rather than attacking."

Heiter spoke with a solemn expression, clearly taking the matter of strengthening his physique seriously.

"Leave it to me, Lord Heiter."

Draht nodded vigorously.

Three years passed slowly. Li Yan stared in astonishment at Heiter, who was wielding a 200-kilogram dumbbell like a Warrior. During this time, he had become somewhat obsessed with Magic Tome, researching Lifespan Magic and magical technology. The profound mysteries of magic had made him neglect the training of Himmel and Heiter. Thinking that Frieren and Macht were in charge, Li Yan had completely stopped paying attention. He never expected that only a few years would pass...

In his memory, the skinny and weak Heiter, who could only hold the Holy Scripture and provide support magic from behind, had become a muscular young man.

"Lord Li Yan, Lord Heiter officially defeated me yesterday."

Draht reported to Li Yan with a delighted expression. Li Yan swallowed hard, and looked at Heiter, who was waiting for his Li Yan, and his lips twitched slightly. He had asked Heiter to train his physique because he was worried that Heiter would sometimes fall behind in combat. Now it seemed that Heiter could even become a part-time Priest- Warrior.

"Heiter, well done, you've got the style of our Family now."

Li Yan gently stroked Heiter's head. For the first time, he felt how terrifying time was. After three years, Heiter gave him a big surprise.

"Godfather!"

A cheerful voice came from outside the door. Li Yan turned around and was completely petrified. Himmel's body was even more exaggerated than Heiter's.

"Recently, Heiter and I have been training hard to improve our physical fitness. I know that our Family motto is 'passionate training,' and the passion of youth lies in daily struggle."

Himmel spoke cheerfully, his muscles twitching, his physique comparable to Nezha from the Chinese comedy series "100,000 Cold Jokes".

"I have fulfilled my mission!"

Macht smiled and stepped behind Li Yan. Looking at Himmel, who was displaying powerful muscles, a look of satisfaction rose on his face. Himmel had already lasted for more than thirty rounds in his fight. He believed that in the near future, Himmel would completely defeat him.

"Senior brother, Himmel and Heiter have become much stronger."

Frieren jogged along, telling Li Yan about Himmel and Heiter's growth, starting with exercising with twenty eggs and three liters of milk every morning, a 100,000-meter morning run, 100,000 push-ups, and supplementing their protein intake with 1,108 slices of freshly grilled beef and ten florets of broccoli.

At noon, we did 10,000 repetitions of intense limb and back strength training, supplemented with a liter of fresh dragon's blood for energy, and had ten whole roasted lambs as dessert.

In the afternoon, I did 10,000 repetitions of finger strength and auditory training, and 10,000 Northern frozen shrimp. Eating the fresh, sweet shrimp raw is the best way to stimulate physical growth.

Every evening, they undergo five hours of comprehensive training, supplementing their bodies with the blood of the Demon Bear as a source of energy to further enhance their physique... The training lasts for three years...

Sure enough, according to the training manual you wrote, Li Yan, Himmel and Heiter are growing very fast. Only with sufficient nutrition can their bodies grow strong.

"Ha?"

Li Yan stared at Frieren in disbelief. A training manual he wrote? He had never written any training manual, let alone personally handed it to Frieren.

"Where did you get the training manual?"

Li Yan's lips twitched slightly, and she asked, sensing something was amiss.

"It's the one you put in the drawer before."

Frieren spoke up weakly, clearly noticing that Li Yan's expression was somewhat off.

"You took the training methods from the protagonist of the One-Punch Man movie?"

Li Yan bit his lower lip, looking somewhat incredulous. He recalled that when he was planning to make a One-Punch Man movie, he had deliberately copied a large part of his Family's brutal muscle training methods to make the protagonist's training methods more exaggerated.

Since the film wouldn't need this stuff later, Li Yan casually put this fabricated training manual into a drawer, but unexpectedly...

"What's wrong, senior brother?"

Frieren tugged at Li Yan's sleeve, her eyes slightly narrowed. She already sensed that things weren't as wonderful as she had imagined.

"Stupid Frieren, haha."

Solitär, who had been by Li Yan's side and witnessed Li Yan writing the movie script, couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. She had been spending all her time with Li Yan these past few days and hadn't paid any attention to Macht's training.

"Godfather, is this training method bad?"

Himmel and Heiter looked at Li Yan nervously. They had truly felt the wonder of this training method. This was how youth should be. If this training method had any side effects, then they would have to stop.

"It's okay. Do you feel any discomfort? If you can't keep going, it's best to give up this training method."

Li Yan stared at Himmel's bulging muscles, feeling both amused and exasperated. He felt like crying; his once youthful, sunny, and beautiful Himmel had been ruined and turned into a muscle maniac.

"I feel fantastic, Godfather, I can keep going."

Himmel shouted excitedly, and Heiter nodded slightly. As a Priest, he no longer had to worry about close combat.

"Uh... whatever makes you happy."

Coughing, Li Yan pulled Frieren into the room. To avoid worrying those outside, Li Yan deliberately cast a silencing magic barrier to block out sound.

"Senior brother... I..." Frieren lowered her head weakly.

"Junior Sister, what have you done to me in these three years? You'll have to take the blame for this for the rest of your life, and you'll be responsible for their entire future."

Li Yan stared at Frieren, who was squinting and looking dazed, with a look of utter disappointment. His handsome young hero and gentle, refined Priest Heiter were all gone, replaced by two muscular hunks.