With a full week stretching out before him and the escape plan with Sasha still days away, Edward decided to make the most of his time. Money was power, that phrase was a literal one to him, that was his direct economy; and power meant better chances of surviving whatever came next.

With that in mind, there was no hesitation at all as he drew out his phone, "thankfully, these mountains have network." He said to himself. He opened the escort website and got to work.

Without being too specific, since most of the girls genuinely looked good, he booked four escorts for the rest of the day, spacing them three hours apart just like he had done in the past. If the need came, he could always add to that number.

With that done, he soon got back to road. Unfortunately for him, finding a taxi in such a place was close to impossible, and booking a ride was even worse, no one would agree to pickup anyone in such a location where anything could go wrong.

He ended up walking for a while before a middle-aged man offered to give him a ride to the city. That road didn’t lead to any nearby town, so he was particularly lucky to have run into such a nice stranger.

Once he was back in the city, he cleaned himself and booked a private room in a very nice hotel. Not long after, the first girl arrived.

To say the least, staring from the first girl to the last, each session was intense and deliberate. Edward used the special arousal perfume which he had now stored in his system inventory liberally, turning every encounter into an easy, dripping-wet frenzy. He certainly didn’t bother with condoms since he had purchased the temporary disease immunity drug earlier, so he went raw with full confidence.

The third girl, a petite but thick brunette, was hesitant about going raw, saying "I usually don’t do that..." sounding a bit nervous than bold, but after Edward doubled her rate on the spot, her eyes widened, and she agreed instantly.

Of course, by the end of each three-hour session, the women left thoroughly wrecked, legs shaking, pussies and throats properly stretched and filled. They all feared if they could take his big cock at first, but after a round, those worries always disappeared. Edward made sure to push them to multiple orgasms every time, practically taking them on one hell of a joy ride, racking up massive system rewards on his part while he thoroughly enjoyed them. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

By the time the last escort left just before 11 PM, his balance had grown significantly once again, finally going past the 1 million mark. He truly hadn’t been lenient with those ladies. Turns out one of them was even conquered, but he didn’t care, she wouldn’t even realise it soon until later. If she persisted, he could deal with her in future.

At the end of it all, his endurance really spoke for itself. He felt energized rather than drained.

Leaving the hotel, instead of heading straight back to the Airbnb, Edward decided it was time to properly test his new Titan’s Strength ability. He didn’t want to draw attention at a crowded commercial gym, especially not the one where he had met the trainer earlier, whom he still hadn’t contacted. He didn’t want any long talk for the time being.

That was something he had been thinking of recently, and how he would deal with it. Being able to secure everlasting love and commitment was one thing, but real life harem wasn’t all fun and games. It might even bring about his undoing if something were to go wrong.

’Damn shit... I just get one strange power after another.’ He cursed internally.

Anyway, with not wanting a public show, he chose a small, private gym out of the heart of the city, hoping the late hour would mean fewer people.

When he arrived around 11:30 PM, he was more than shocked to see that there were still more people than he expected. Perhaps, these were the gym rats he always heard about? It was comepletely nuts.

Determined, Edward approached the owner of the gym—a somewhat young man, perhaps early thirties, who also acted as the main trainer.

"Good evening coach. Hey, this is gonna sound weird, but I need the place to myself," Edward said directly. "How much for an hour of exclusive use?"

The owner laughed at first, thinking it was a joke, he couldn’t even get offended, but when Edward pulled out $10,000 in cash, flashing it, the man’s expression changed completely.

"You serious?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Dead serious."

The owner didn’t argue for long. He quickly ushered the remaining clients out with apologies and excuses, pocketing the cash with visible excitement. Soon, the entire gym was empty except for Edward and the owner, who stayed in the corner, watching curiously. He was kind of eager to see why Edward needed the entire gym to himself.

Wasting no time, Edward started with measured weights. Back at the mountains, he hadn’t been able to test much of his limits while trying to lift boulders. Turned out, strength to lift was just a piece of the puzzle.

He patiently loaded the barbell with what would normally be an impossible amount for most people, then he lifted it cleanly. The 10x strength multiplier was no joke. He moved through several exercises — bench press, deadlifts, squats—with weights that should have been far beyond human limits. 600kg was no joke at all. His muscles bulged and veins stood out, but the power felt controlled.

Still, he noticed the drawbacks instantly. While he was able to do all of that, the challenge wasn’t his strength, but everyother part of his body that supported the actions. His joints for one ached under the extreme loads, and he could imagine that the pain included his tendons and ligaments. The ability gave him raw strength, but it didn’t magically reinforce his tendons and ligaments to the same degree. It was impressive, but not perfect.

Edward couldn’t help but click his tongue in disappointment.

The owner watched from the corner with wide eyes, occasionally muttering to himself. "This guy has to be some kind of superhero, right?"

The possibility of Edward being a villain also crossed his mind, and that made him very uneasy, but the $10k in his pocket kept him quiet. There was no need to panic. "If he asks for his money back, I’ll just give it to him. That should do, right?"

There was no need to risk calling the cops at that point, he could very well lose his life just to enforce justice. It wasn’t worth it.

Under his watch, Edward moved on to the heavy punching bag next. The owner had to help him put on gloves, since it was clear Edward had never done this before. Once ready, Edward faced the dangling bag and unleashed a powerful punch.

The bag flew back violently, chains rattling loudly. He threw and landed another punch, then another, each strike carrying devastating force.

Edward couldn’t help but grin, witnessing the strength unlashed from his own body, the strength translated well to combat. But even then, once he went even a little harder, he also felt the jolt of impact through his bones and knuckles. Pain tolerance didn’t seem to be part of the package either. Everything still hurt as normal.

’No wonder this skill was so cheap,’ he thought. ’Raw power without proper support is dangerous. Practically self harm.’

He continued testing for nearly an hour, pushing his limits and noting every weakness. By the end, he was satisfied with what he had learned, but far from impressed with the ability’s completeness. It was clear he would need better skills soon—especially weapons and more comprehensive physical enhancements or something even better.

Well, the strength he could wield was directly proportional to the amount of money he had. All of a sudden, all those mathematical and physics equations started making sense to him.

He needed to make as much money as possible through escorts and other means, and upgrade himself aggressively before Sasha’s signal came. The escape from Jerald’s facility would require him to be at his best for his own sake.

While he had conquered both women, thinking they’d die for him was farfetched. Relying on others was never a perfect plan.

With that, he returned to the Airbnb feeling rather motivated.