123 The more Moirai the merrier (1/2)
-Moirai-
As I saw the mountain of muscle coming closer to us, I normally would have been a guard keeping an eye on the movement of my former version, but since I was currently acting atypical I did nothing more than continuing my training without a worry in the world.
Although I could not deny, that I was interested in knowing how this mountain of a man would act. Would he be as arrogant as the current version that looks exactly like me or will he behave entirely different?
It was truly a shame, that I lost the stones I had used back in the beginning. If given the chance I should rebuild that kind of weapon. FIghting with them felt truly wonderful. First and foremost it gave me the range I lacked while fighting against any kind of magic.
Although my resiliency and the ability to take damage are beyond compare, I am still nothing more than a glorified punching bag. Looking back the multiple fights against strong players I could only shake my head and be thankful that I encountered them on their own.
A strong body is useless when the distance between the targets is too wide. The fight against Laura was the perfect example of how much pain in the ass it was to close in on her.
Fighting multiple magicians of her calibre would be my death without any doubt especially if these players would work together.
Luckily the only teamwork I had encountered so far was the small fries ganging up on me and even that hassle ended up with me suffering.
Of course, there are still several ways to kill players but times surely did not change in my favour with the arrival of the Churches.
Before I think about fighting this kind of monsters I should focus on my recuperation. Though I still have no idea, how I should approach getting back to my full capabilities in the first place. The cleansing process and these blood-sucking leeches, which are still beneath my skin sucking my blood full of eagerness, are still impacting me negatively.
That does not mean, that I will have to be careful and try to avoid every confrontation, but I can not exert the same level of strength I had before. Right now I struggle to break through a simple bone from a monster, which seemed laughable before.
Even the countermeasures I have come up with to temporary strengthen my body, end up straining my body, even more, leading me into another precarious situation. It is counterproductive to hurt my body if I want to return my body to its former glory.
Just looking at the behemoth I once was, made me a bit jealous about my current shape. This sentiment was not something that most inhabitants of this world would share, rather they would feel pure disgust upon witnessing something like this.
If I could fling magic around I would probably feel the same way, but alas I will have to settle with throwing some kicks and punches. It is only natural that I am a bit envious about that kind of body, despite it being a walking target. It was not hard to miss when there is so much flesh to hit.
Everything in this world has its drawbacks, regardless of how strong or useful it may appear to be. For example, every mage I have met so far has been blinded by their arrogance and did not use their strength to its full potential.
Their lack of strategies born out of their dependence on magic is also a big disadvantage if they fight an enemy that not blindly attacks them. Should a monster come close enough to attack them they are done for.
While this may sound like some kind of balance it was far from it. With their big reach, the magicians should be able to easily handle the monsters. Magic potential usages are limitless but the struggle against monsters is still ongoing.
Which could be only be explained by outside factors, that have nothing to do with the magic directly. Either the amount of monsters is so much, that the magicians just can not keep up with their endless numbers.
Or the absolute incompetence of the users themselves is the reason if they truly can not wield mana to save their life, it is not that strange that the monsters kill them so easily. That being said, the exact opposite might be an issue as well, if the requirements for magic are too high, then they would lack sufficient personal.
There are too many possible explanations for such a scenario, especially if the so-called Gods or any other supernatural entity might also work as a reason. God spoke to me and ordered me to sacrifice my firstborn, who would dare to question my motive?
Gods works in mysterious ways, how dare a mortal question the will of the Gods. Everything seems so easy when you do not have to think for yourself and just spew the same stuff over and over again. Each generation is forcefully taught the same kind of useless mentality, they follow this pointless way of thinking. Repeat this mantra day in and day out.
Yet they seem happy while they are doing something so ridiculous. Yeah, I should not judge others based on my own experiences, what do I know about this world other than some rudimentary second-hand knowledge.
Besides I had different things to worry about, for example, my muscle-loaded copy doing the same exercise right by my side. At least he was not as annoying as the first clone as I had encountered, but this version gave off a more dangerous vibe than the other.
Not much noise could be heard coming from either of us, as we did push up after push up. What started as my attempt at acting strange had now become a silent competition between me and this mountain of flesh.
Since others were not able to read the mood in the room, this competition became a group workout, where everyone tried to follow suit with our training.
It did not take long before a sweet mix of testosterone and sweat entered my nostrils, at times like this I wanted to beat up any person, who wanted to make the experience this lifelike. It was hard to suppress my desire, to just go up and leave this place, but I managed to continue the exercise despite the protest of my nose.
Yet the other Moirai did not show any signs of perspiration as he casually continued to copy my training. Given the training I had done back then, it was no wonder, that this was not nearly enough to cause him to break a sweat.
This kind of muscles was the result of hard work and the help of the inhabitant from my body, that was not something that came to be because someone wished them to exist. Despite the fruitlessness of the current session, it still followed through with it, without any signs of hesitation or boredom visible on his expression.
The first Moirai was still busy bitching at me, hurling insults and other cheap provocations towards me in hope, that it would finally succeed.
I wondered what intention the Observer had showing me my clones. If the first represents my cockiness and the second one my perseverance and diligence, then how many other versions of myself am I going to encounter?
What kind of character trait would the next one have? I still have some unique characteristics, that could be immortalised in an NPC. I would be quite happy if this would stay a possibility but knowing my luck the horde of Moirai is already running free.
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