Chapter 802 First Phase


    Over the next two months, Leo struggled a lot with the de Switch technique, finding the transition from the VR world to reality far more grueling than he had initially expected.


    Unlike in Terra Nova Online, where his stamina and mana could be replenished with potions, the real world had no such conveniences.


    Every mistake drained his energy, and every session of training took a real toll on his body, forcing him to finally acknowledge the rigid limitations of human endurance.


    At his peak, Leo could only train rigorously for about two hours before exhaustion set in, and pushing beyond that only led to diminishing returns.


    For the first time, he experienced the true burdens of training in a real-world setting—burning muscles, aching joints, and the frustratingly slow process of recovery that no elixir or super recovery food could elerate.


    Each morning, he would wake up sore from the previous day''s exertions, and no matter how much he willed himself to move faster, his body demanded its due rest.


    He quickly realized that without proper recovery, he wasn''t going to make any meaningful progress.


    Thus, Leo had to adapt.


    He adjusted his schedule, ensuring he ate high-protein meals to aid muscle recovery and maintained strict rest cycles.


    And although he had always taken care of his body, this was the first time he had to do so with such a methodical approach—tracking his calorie intake, his mana expenditure, and the optimal rest needed between training sessions.


    If he didn''t do this, his energy levels would be drained too fast, and his training would suffer.


    However, even with all these adjustments, progress came painfully slow.


    The first phase—creating the hyper-stic mana rope—was deceptively simple in theory but incredibly difficult to execute.


    Despite possessing knowledge on how to create mana threads from nothing, Leo struggled to add an stic nature to them.


    At first, his attempts would snap apart as soon as any force was applied, his mana dissipating like a brittle thread under tension. @@novelbin@@


    Other times, he would ovepensate, making the thread too rigid, which resulted in it failing to contract properly, leaving the dagger hovering awkwardly midair instead of pulling him towards it.


    For weeks, Leo tried different techniques, experimenting with various manapositions, adjusting his flow, and reinforcing the structure of the rope.


    But no matter what he tried, something always felt off.


    He knew he was close—so damn close—but the difference between ''almost right'' and ''perfect execution'' was like trying to cross an ocean with a single step.


    And every failure only tested his patience further.


    There were nights heid in bed, staring at the ceiling, reying his mistakes in his head, trying to find the one missing piece that kept him from sess.


    Then, one afternoon, in the middle of his hundredth attempt that day, something clicked.


    He wasn''t thinking about the process anymore. His hands just moved, his mana flowed effortlessly, and in that instant, he felt the connection stabilize.


    The mana rope, for the first time, held firm, and even tugged at him like he wanted to, pulling him towards the dagger, albeit at a considerably slow speed.


    ''What happened? What did I do right?'' Leo wondered, trying to introspect as to why he seeded on this very attempt, and after trying for a couple more times, he finally understood the secret sauce.


    The secret, Leo realized,y in harmonization—the perfect synchronization of his mana flow with the sticity of the rope.


    Before, he had been trying to brute-force the technique, molding the mana thread into a hyper-stic rope purely through structure alone.


    But the key wasn''t just in the construction; it was in the way mana pulsed through it.


    Mana was never meant to be static—it was energy, constantly in motion.


    And by allowing it to ebb and flow naturally, instead of trying to force it into an artificial rigidity, the rope could contract and expand dynamically, maintaining the perfect bnce of flexibility and strength.


    ''It''s not about controlling it perfectly… it''s about guiding it,'' Leo thought, realization washing over him, as with renewed determination, he repeated the process, this time focusing on breathing with the mana, syncing its pulse with his own heartbeat.


    As he did so, the thread formed more easily, stretching taut but never breaking, flexing under the strain yet never losing its tension.


    On his next attempt, he threw the dagger forward, and when he willed the rope to pull, it reacted far smoother than before.


    There was still resistance—his body was sluggishpared to what the finished technique demanded—but it was no longer a failure.


    It was a stepping stone.


    Day by day, attempt after attempt, he fine-tuned the process.


    He experimented with different levels of mana flow, adjusting the density of the rope, tweaking its sticity ever so slightly.


    Some days, he found sess, the rope pulling him forward in a controlled motion.


    Other days, the thread snapped midway, sending him stumbling face-first into the dirt.


    But progress, no matter how slow, was still progress.


    Within the first week, he had managed to create a mana rope that could consistently pull him toward the dagger at a controlled speed—far slower than the actual technique''s final form, but stable.


    By the end of the first month, he had doubled the speed, feeling the sharp tug of eleration, though nowhere near the supersonic pull required to execute de Switch at its full potential.


    It was around this time that his body started to adjust to the demands of the technique.


    His mana reserves, once rapidly depleting from inefficient execution, started tost longer.


    His muscles, initially stiff from the unnatural force exerted on them, slowly adapted to the abrupt pulls and movements.


    By the sixth week, Leo could sessfully execute the pull at nearly twice the speed of sound—still not the full effect of de Switch, but enough to feel the sheer force of movement rattling his bones.


    And with that came the next hurdle: his body wasn''t ready for it.


    The whish was brutal.


    Each time he sessfully increased the speed, the sudden eleration sent shockwaves through his spine and limbs, leaving him battered and sore.


    His vision blurred from the sheer momentum, and more than once, he ended up crashing into a tree or rolling across the training ground like a ragdoll.


    ''If I don''t reinforce my body properly, I''ll break before I ever master this,'' Leo realized grimly.


    And so, as he finally perfected the first stage, he knew it was time to move on to the second.