One Performance Made Him Seem Genuine-Olorun Was Too Pure

"Time to train, Vareshya!"

Early in the morning, Coach Iansan's shout exploded like thunder.

Rolling clouds of dust immediately rose from the direction of the orchard.

A moment later, Vareshya—who had sworn after finishing skewers yesterday that she would do extra training, yet had still overslept today—

Stumbled into the training area with a slice of bread slathered in jam clenched between her teeth.

Vareshya was bleary-eyed and bewildered, blankly waiting for her coach's instructions.

She obediently began warming up, steadily awakening her strength...

Until Iansan pointed out that the jam on her bread contained far too much sugar.

She had to be punished!

Only then did she suddenly realize it.

She had not fully woken up and had rushed out the door.

Once again, she had chosen her favorite topping rather than the healthiest one.

Mu Yang could not help marveling at how strict Coach Iansan truly was.

But at the same time, he was a little curious.

Punished? How?

With a dejected face, Vareshya walked toward the most outrageously large barbell rack.

There was clearly even a sign there that read: Challenge your limits, but know your limits!

Yet weights like those had somehow become Vareshya's warm-up routine...

After casually "loosening up," her "punishment" finally began.

Every exercise was enough to leave ordinary trainees dumbfounded.

And after yesterday's indulgent feast, today's training load had already been set to double.

"Good luck, Vareshya..."

After observing a moment of silence for the young warrior, Mu Yang finished setting up his own stage.

He buried his vine puppet inside the formation.

Of course, no one else would understand it. When the time came, he could just make something up.

The perspective returned to Ying.

After returning from the Land of the Night God, she continued searching for clues with Grandma.