Ever since Dilos formed this hero team, over the following month, every active member felt that both their minds and bodies had suffered severe "abuse."
In order to rapidly raise the team's overall combat strength to the point where they could handle a certain degree of independent field combat, Dilos generously taught these newly recruited rookies how to extract vital energy, then put them through high-intensity physical conditioning and combat drills.
Other than sleeping, eating, drinking, and answering nature's call, these poor kids spent all their remaining time training and fighting.
It would have been fine if that were all, but the key was that the moment training began, Dilos transformed into a demon instructor.
"John, have you been doing too many adults-only activities? Why do you look so drained?"
"Piotr, have you not eaten in three hundred years? Are those muscles just for show? How can they look so good but be so useless?"
"Smith, what the hell are you doing? Your ability enhances your physical functions, not the spiritual original sin of laziness!"
"Bender, what the fuck are you doing?! I told you to control water, not waste time! Hurry up and punch a hole through that steel plate! Then start your reflex drills!"
"Kuya! Do you think you're spraying ice or making ice cream? You have the nerve to call that pixelated mess ice spray?! And where are you even spraying?! Didn't I tell you to make proper judgments?! Where the hell are your eyes?!"
"Kitty! Can you stop looking so lifeless? You're already fifteen! You're the youngest one here—are you planning to keep wasting time like this forever? You don't even cherish the opportunities you're given. No wonder you're so short!"
"Cecilia! I told you to teleport yourself, not teleport other people! Can't you understand human