I Grow Stronger By Eating Novelas e Histórias

Beggar It's Friday, and five days since my training started. I've been focusing mostly on shooting and physical training. The shooting is going great. Killer said I'm a natural. No surprise there. The physical part, well that just sucks ass. My stamina is good but my strength is for shit. Venus suggested a high carb diet, so for the past three days my eating habits have increased to six meals a day. Not sure what good that's going to do, but what do I know.

My fingers trembled as I carefully inspected each piece, one by one, but my hunger gnawed at me relentlessly. Eventually, I gave up. It was exhausting, trying to analyze every morsel. My body needed sustenance, and the doctor’s remedy seemed to be working. I could feel the strength returning to my limbs. I hadn’t been able to heal properly before, but now, I could already feel the difference. I took a deep breath and began eating slowly, cautiously.

Instead of having to just eat the bones, I can eat meat this time even though my back is quite sore. When he was about to whip me again I immediately dodged. “Wow, I can jump high again.” I think I have strength again after eating that chicken. I have to maintain my strength until reinforcements come here. I ran to avoid Helena's bodyguard. Even though this is her territory, I can go some distance and look for more games and add more to my strengths.

"You must be very thirsty." After I drank it, he gave me a pack of heavy food full of protein. I ate it even though it didn't taste good. "So, is everything going well?" he asked while looking at me. He just told me about the bullies he managed to beat in the cafeteria. He excitedly joked that now he was as strong as Delta Laes and would not be afraid of bullies anymore. I shrugged, then moved my hand. One of my best strengths was that I could communicate without disturbing my mouth while chewing food. "Yeah, I guess."

Whether the fine wine or the delicious beast meat provided by Philip, their strength improved greatly after the meal, which was simply too good to be true. Everyone guessed whether eating such meat on a long-term basis would make their bodies stronger. “Our business will definitely soar if we have such meat on the menu!” Selma marveled solemnly. She knew how attractive the meat was to humans or other races. It was worth looking forward to a meal that could improve one’s strength. Moreover, they could feel their bodies slowly absorbing the meat’s energy without going to waste, and they did not have to go through the effort of absorbing it, which was simply amazing.

Every day I would raise the heavy stick yelling while I did then I would punch and punch until my hands were sore. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and week turned into months. Every week came a new crazy training. I would hit a small tree till it breaks, I would raise heavy objects, and I would hang on to a branch for hours. I would do certain exercises. I would always cry because they were too difficult for me. Slowly, the month turned into a year. Yes, Tech did stop me from eating meat. Every week, he would change my food ration. I could feel myself becoming stronger. My muscles were bigger, I had grown stamina already. When I would think of mama and papa, I sometimes broke

"Eat. You will need strength today." "For what?" I asked. "To make a life-long change in your life. When she went, I just stood and gazed at the food for so long before I could make myself eat. I could not stop because my stomach was twisting with each bite. Weak people starved. Strong people are prepared. Undergoing such a transformation did not make me less frightened when Dino at last called me over. It was colder. Sharper.

Such a little climber. "Gimmie a high five!" He swung his palm hard, applying maximum effort to create the world’s biggest slap. I accentuated shaking my hand, seeing a proud grin manifest across his lips. "Wow, buddy. That's some muscle you're packing there." "That's because I eat all my broccoli," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "Mom said it'll make me grow up big and strong." Baby Faye stared up at me with her huge innocent blue eyes.

Indeed, becoming strong was the way to protect your family, and Xiao Chen had to become so strong that no one would dare to touch his family. "I will definitely become a powerful god and make my grandfather and grandmother no longer afraid of this universe!" Xiao Chen said confidently, believing that he could do what his grandfather and grandmother had said. Hearing this, the two of them were even happier and had great faith in Xiao Chen's abilities, so his grandfather invited Xiao Chen to drink with him without worrying that his grandmother would stop them.

I wasn’t even on the list, and it was my job to stand behind her in case she needed anything. That was the worst part of lunch, watching everyone else eat. Werewolves who had their wolves needed extra nutrients to help fuel their increases senses and growing bodies. If they didn’t work out or train, then they wouldn’t really grow at all, but since this Pack was all about becoming the strongest warriors in the world, very few of them went that route. As such, many of the plates around me were filled to the brim, being devoured by happy looking mouths.