Chapter 9: Chopping Wood

Glancing at the black eye mask beside him, he vaguely understood that this was likely the result of chopping wood for twelve consecutive hours yesterday

Although this figure is not ideal, it represents a two- to three-fold improvement for him

Although he does not fully understand what exercise really is, old Bond still understands the meaning of chopping wood

However, it is precisely because he has excessively trained his consciousness and reaction speed in the virtual space that, upon returning to the real world, his consciousness becomes disconnected from his body

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Looking at this piece of wood, Sean felt a vague daze in his heart

Although there are no physical issues in virtual space, anyone who engages in the same activity for twelve consecutive hours will inevitably feel a sense of madness

His gaze became sharp and bright, firmly locking onto the wooden block placed on the table. On the uneven cut surface, there seemed to be an additional virtual white line, which appeared dazzling in Sean's eyes

Sean let out a long sigh, and at that moment when he raised the axe, he seemed to enter a wondrous state. It was as if he were performing the movement of the second section, everything appeared so natural and harmonious

He shook his head, yet it seemed there was no problem at all

However, after opening his eyes, he vaguely sensed that something was amiss with his body

Step by step, steadily and securely, I arrived at my father's room, where old Bond had already prepared breakfast

With great enthusiasm, he re-erected a wooden block, took a step back, raised his axe high, and struck down heavily in a peculiar posture

Twelve hours, a full twelve hours, he was actually forced to chop wood in the virtual space for twelve hours.

He raised his axe high, with his feet positioned apart, his body slightly twisting. When the axe reached a certain height, it suddenly fell straight down like a flash of lightning.

A wooden board was laid flat on the table www.hetushu.com. Sean raised the large axe with great force, unaware that at the moment his hand lifted the axe high, his entire demeanor and gaze underwent a dramatic transformation.

Sean went directly to the backyard, where he took out his father's axe used for chopping firewood. This axe was not small; it reached up to his lower abdomen and felt quite heavy in his hand. He immediately understood why this axe looked so familiar; it turned out that the axe in the virtual space was not from the game, but was entirely modeled after the one at home.

The strength of my legs, waist, hands, and wrists seemed to converge at this moment onto the axe, accompanied by a sharp sound of slicing through the air, accurately striking the nonexistent white line.

He is not merely a nine-year-old child, but rather an adult with a certain level of experience. Although he has never handled an axe for chopping wood in his previous life, he at least understands that it is not a simple task to chop through such thick planks of wood with a single stroke.

He stood up and, with a habitual glance, instantly took in everything that had happened in the room. He quickly realized that his reactions were much faster than before, even the buzzing of a small mosquito flying by the bedside became remarkably clear.

Thus, when the time came, he immediately left there as if fleeing for his life

Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of panic surged within Sean, as if his body was disconnected from his reactions

However, chopping wood and doing farm work are not the same. After carefully reminding him a few times to pay attention to safety and similar matters, Old Bond finally left home

After a crisp sound, a piece of wood, not small in size, was neatly split into two almost identical blocks by the axe.

With a loud "bang," his axe did not strike anything; instead, it nearly hit his own calf.

He wanted to swat the mosquito, but it took him a long time to raise his hands slowly after the thought crossed his mind. His eyes were firmly fixed on the position of the mosquito, yet his hands came down completely in another place.

After enduring twelve hours of practice in the virtual space, his performance improved from one hit on the dashed line out of ten strikes to finally achieving two or three hits out of ten strikes.

This state will not last long; it will soon return to normal. Moreover, if one trains their body to adapt to that level of consciousness intensity, then from now on, they will be able to maintain this level.

A subtle stir occurred in his heart, and he immediately understood that the twelve hours he spent in the virtual space last night were not in vain

Sean's manner of eating today was also quite peculiar; he struggled to control his wrist and made a concerted effort to manage his gaze, making the meal seem as if it were consumed by a robot, lacking in warmth.

Father, I do not want to work in the fields today

Only then did he realize that he was still in the process of reacting and that his body had yet to adapt. It seems that his initial success can only be attributed to sheer luck; he still has a long way to go before he can truly master it.

The next morning, when Sean woke up from his bed, although he felt invigorated, for the first time he began to harbor a certain degree of resistance against the passage of time in his heart

Taking a deep breath, once he understood the reasoning behind it, he no longer took it to heart

As he picked up the axe again, a mysterious determination flickered in Sean's gaze. That first strike, as if aided by divine intervention, instilled in him a strong sense of confidence, providing him with the motivation to persevere and a clear direction for his efforts

Ah, well, then you should rest a bit more," said Old Bond with a hint of disappointment, realizing that the path to cultivating his son into a skilled farmer would be a long one.

All things related to the inability of the body and reactions to coordinate were cast out of his mind at that moment

In his eyes, there remained only a white line, yet the axe, which had gathered all his strength, truly severed the wood completely.

Father, I remember that the knight's manor has been acquiring firewood, so I thought I would chop some wood at home, considering it as exercise

Old Bond looked at his son with concern, yet he did not notice any signs of his son's lack of spirit