Psychic Overlord

Kaizer arrived at the training center and disembarked casually, looking up at the building.

The training center was vast and sleek, built with smooth steel walls and bright lighting on the outside that looked futuristic in a way. Going in through the sliding glass doors, he immediately noted that the air was cool and very clean, with a faint hum of hidden systems at work forming the ambient sound.

Right from the entrance, wide hallways stretched in every direction, lined with numbered doors leading to private training rooms, with only a small reception area for booking available, with no staff visible, only terminals that were manipulated using student ID and a touchscreen.

Walking along the hallways towards room number 1, Kaizer could see that each room was spacious, with a reinforced floor and walls that adjusted based on the user’s power. This was because they had huge rectangular glass windows that allowed one to look in, but that was only for unoccupied rooms.

The few ones that he did pass which were occupied were completely darkened, not allowing one to see what happened within unless the one in the room allowed it.

Kaizer reached room number 1 and placed his student ID into the scanner, which read it and then turned from red to green, signaling that he could open the door. Once he did, Kaizer was admitted into a room similar to the ones he had seen before, but his presence here made the room brighten up with life.

As he closed the door behind him and the glass window went dark, the ceiling shimmered with soft blue lights, a sign that the AR systems were active.

The Dean had already explained to him how the training center worked, but using AR systems similar to that of the Testing Center. This AR technology was military-level tech only discovered around 10 years ago, but naturally, the espers were able to get it as well.

How it worked was that with a simple command, the empty space could shift, creating any type of equipment, obstacles, or even moving opponents in perfect detail, ready for any form of training.

The room was larger than the Testing Center, around 250 meters long, the same amount wide, and 200 meters high. On the side was a central hub that had a small terminal, a resting lounge for breaks, analysis stations with large LCD screens that displayed data from each session, tracking growth and efficiency, and finally, a medical pod because injury here was not fake, but a real thing.

For Kaizer, the training room had already been configured by the dean for his training regime, so he walked over to the terminal to activate it since it was around 8:30 am.

There, the training regime was revealed to him.

[Daily Training Regime for Student Kaizer, Implemented by William Rochester.

Compulsory Rules:

1. Regime starts strictly at 9 am, not a minute before or after.

2. After each session is a 5-minute medical pod recovery and a 25-minute lounge break.

3. The training cannot be ended before 5 pm under any circumstance.

4. Elixir can be freely dispatched if the student is truly unable to continue, judged by the room AI.

5. The rules of each training session must be followed, and any deviation would require the entire session to be restarted.

Training Routine: 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

1. 1 hour Cardio Training.

2. 1 hour Physical Strength training.

3. 1 hour Mental Focus training.

4. 2 hours Mental Strength training.

5. 30 minutes combat training.

Remarks from Instructor: Don’t die in the training room. At least make it out and die in your villa~]

Kaizer sighed at the remarks and steadied his mind. Since he still had time until training began, he decided to go and rest in the lounge while doing warm-ups to stretch his muscles so that he wouldn’t feel stiff later.

Soon, it reached 9 am and Kaizer was already standing in the center of the room, waiting for things to start. He felt the room shift immediately as a treadmill manifested before him as if materialized using the technology in the 5th Transformers* movie, causing him no small amount of awe.

"Student Kaizer, you are to run for 30 minutes at 10 km/h. Failure will require a repeat from the start. Please step on the treadmill to begin." The AI voice instructed gently.

Kaizer’s face changed as he got on the treadmill, understanding why the dean told him not to die here. If 6 km/h was light jogging, then 10 km/h was light sprinting. To do that for 30 minutes, was Kaizer a trained athlete—like a soccer player?

While he was fit and trained often, this was not an easy task, so his first action when the treadmill began to work was to measure each step and match his breathing along as he had seen in some short videos about gym workouts.

Kaizer underestimated how important this knowledge was because it was the only reason his wobbling legs and exploding heart were still somewhat stable enough to carry him off the treadmill.

"Student Kaizer, you are to cycle for 30 minutes at 20 km/h. Failure will require a repeat from the start. Please step on the bicycle to begin." The female automated voice said once again.

Kaizer blinked and got on the cycling machine, immediately matching the speed that it began to output as he leaned forward and focused his breathing once more. After his experience on the treadmill, he understood that cardio was not about being as tough as nails, but breathing properly to match movements if you wanted to suffer less.

30 minutes later, Kaizer fell off the cycle and crawled toward the medical pod, lifting himself into it with his hands. He could have used his telekinesis, but given how tough the training was for his physical body, the mental one was sure to be even more brutal.

Once in the pod, it was sealed and then flushed with a strange liquid that instantly brought Kaizer great relief, his legs especially feeling like they were restored to brand new as they recovered rapidly within the 5-minute period.

When he came out, Kaizer noticed that his fatigue was not gone; he still felt tired, but his physical pain and burning muscles had disappeared. This was probably why he was given 25 minutes in the lounge and he collapsed onto the bed there after drinking three bottles of water.

By the time his rest period was up, he felt much, much better and while not totally fresh, he had no problems continuing. He came to stand in the center of the room, waiting for his next session.

"Student Kaizer, you are to bench press 50 kg a hundred times without pause." The AI voice, which now sounded insidious to Kaizer, spoke gently as a bench appeared before him with a lift attached.

Kaizer was pale, but he still seated himself, then lay down flat, grasping the bar tightly in the correct posture. He then took it off the holder and began to bench press slowly but surely, breathing in tandem with his lifts.

He was not sure how much breathing helped with lifting, so he was just doing it to distract himself from the pain. He lifted ten times, twenty times, and then thirty before he already felt his muscles begin to tremble, but he was not going to stop.

At fifty, Kaizer was panting in pain, sweating profusely, and at seventy, he wanted to drop the bar as his entire arm hurt. When he reached 90, his eyes were bloodshot while his arms were trembling like a toothpick trying to balance a stack of textbooks.

At one hundred, he literally had no choice but to roll to the ground as he did not even have the strength to rack the bar on the holder. Luckily, the entire equipment set disappeared into thin air, preventing Kaizer from crushing himself with the weight.

He massaged his arms and rose to his feet because he knew he was not done. Case in point, a set of dumbbells along with a new standalone bench appeared before him, ranging from 10 kg to 50 kg.

"Student Kaizer, you are to perform 10 bicep curls, then 10 lateral shoulder raises, 10 dumbbell squats, and 10 dumbbell lunges with a weight of each level without pausing." The AI voice stated.

Kaizer robotically lifted the small weights of 10 kg and did the four sets of workouts in a row, pacing himself slowly so that time would pass. After that was the 15 kg set, the 20 kg, all the way up to 50 kg, separated in multiples of 5 in terms of the weight.

Lifting each one wasn’t hard per se... it was the built-up fatigue, the inability to pause, and the slight increase in weight each time that quickly pushed Kaizer to his limit. Making him sweat buckets, almost all the water he just drank gone from his system.

When he dropped the last dumbbell helplessly, completely unable to re-rack it, he realized that the hour was over, so he walked to the medical pod and gingerly placed himself in it, craving the restorative effects on his arms and chest right now.