Reincarnated By The Weakest Primordial Being(but with OP growth twist)-Chapter 25: It’s Time For Train Hard

The metallic door slid open with a soft hiss as Shadman stepped out of his room. His bare feet touched the cold steel floor of the facility, sending a chill up his spine. The corridor stretched endlessly in both directions, bathed in a dim blue glow from the neon lights embedded in the ceiling. The silence was deafening—almost unnatural, as if the place itself was holding its breath.

This place... feels alive, he thought, scanning the area with sharp eyes. Lord Gary wasn’t exaggerating. This facility isn’t just a hideout. It’s a fortress.7

He turned to his right, where another door stood beside his own. Its sleek black surface gleamed like polished obsidian, and strange glyphs pulsed faintly on its frame. Curiosity gnawed at him. Without hesitation, Shadman placed his hand on the biometric panel, and with a soft click, the door slid open.

What he saw next made his breath catch.

A massive hall sprawled out before him—hundreds of figures standing in perfect formation. Men, women... and even beasts. All clad in pristine white uniforms marked with the insignia of Gary—a black spiral with a crimson eye at its center. The same symbol Shadman bore on his chest. Their presence was overwhelming, radiating strength, discipline, and an aura of killing intent so thick it could crush a normal human.

Who... are these people? Shadman wondered, his heart pounding. Monsters with humanoid shapes, humans with monstrous eyes, and warriors with scars of countless battles... all turned to look at him the moment he entered.

The silence shattered when a man broke formation and approached him. Tall, broad-shouldered, with silver hair slicked back and eyes sharp like blades, he carried himself with the confidence of a seasoned general. His white uniform bore a crimson sash—a sign of high rank.

"You’re awake," the man said, his deep voice calm yet commanding. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he stopped a few feet away from Shadman. "We’ve been expecting you."

Shadman narrowed his eyes, instinctively raising his guard. "And who the hell are you?"

The man chuckled lightly, as if amused by Shadman’s tone. "Names aren’t important right now. What’s important is this—Lord Gary told us everything. You’re special. Precious, even. He commanded us to ensure your survival and... to help you grow stronger."

Shadman’s lips curved into a smirk. "Precious to Lord Gary, huh? I like the sound of that." A surge of pride swelled in his chest. For someone like Gary to call him precious—it was intoxicating.

He crossed his arms and asked, "If you’re here to help, then tell me this—does this place have a training room? I’m not wasting another second standing around. I need to get stronger. Now."

The man’s smile widened. "Of course. This facility was built for one purpose—training warriors like you. And we have something... special. A chamber where time itself bends to your will."

Shadman’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Time... manipulation? Explain."

The man’s tone lowered, almost reverent. "Inside that chamber, one day equals one hour in the real world. Train there for a month, and only thirty hours will pass outside. Imagine what that means, Shadman. Years of progress... in mere weeks."

Shadman’s breath hitched. A place like that actually exists? His heart raced at the thought. If I use it, I’ll surpass every limit. I’ll be unstoppable.

"Sounds perfect," Shadman said, grinning like a predator. "But what’s the catch? There’s always a catch."

The man’s eyes darkened. "There are two. First—the chamber locks from the inside. Once you enter, you cannot leave for a minimum of one month in real time. No matter what happens."

Shadman shrugged without hesitation. "A month? That’s nothing. What’s the second?"

The man’s smile turned cold. "Inside, the room isn’t empty. Monsters spawn—creatures forged from pure killing intent. They’re... strong. And they get stronger the more you train. Their purpose is simple—if you slack off, you die."

Shadman’s pulse quickened, but not with fear—this was excitement, raw and unfiltered. He let out a sharp laugh that echoed across the hall. "So you’re telling me I’ll be locked inside a room with monsters that keep getting stronger? That’s not a drawback. That’s an opportunity. Every fight will make me sharper. Every battle will carve power into my bones."

He stepped forward, his aura flaring with killing intent that made even the rankers in the hall flinch. "Take me there. Now."

The man nodded approvingly. "Follow me."

---

The Walk of Resolve

The two walked down the endless metallic corridors, their footsteps clicking against the steel floor. The air was cool, almost sterile, and the faint hum of machinery thrummed beneath the surface of the walls. As they passed door after door, Shadman caught glimpses of other rooms—sparring arenas, weapon forges, even laboratories humming with strange experiments. Everywhere, people trained, fought, or meditated, their strength palpable.

"This place..." Shadman said quietly. "It’s a war machine."

"Exactly," the man replied. "Lord Gary is preparing for something big. Something that will shake every world that exists."

Shadman smirked. "Then I’ll be the blade that cuts them all down."

The man glanced at him, a flicker of respect in his eyes. "You might just be."

---

The Training Chamber

After several minutes, they arrived before an enormous door—the size of a fortress gate, engraved with countless runes glowing in crimson light. The sheer pressure emanating from it made the air vibrate.

Shadman’s breath caught. This... is it.

"This," the man said, stepping aside, "is the Temporal Training Chamber. Once you step inside, there’s no turning back for a month. You won’t need food or water—Lord Gary designed the room to sustain you. But comfort doesn’t exist in there. Only training... and death."

Shadman grinned savagely. "Perfect."

As the man began unlocking the massive seal, Shadman spoke. "I forgot to ask. What’s your name?"

The man paused, then smirked. "Not important. Survive your training... then I’ll tell you."

"Hmph. Mysterious bastard," Shadman said with a grin. "Fine. Keep your secrets."

The final lock clicked open. The door groaned and slowly swung inward, releasing a gust of hot, heavy air thick with killing intent. The chamber beyond was an endless wasteland—a barren desert under a blood-red sky. Strange black spires jutted out from the ground, and in the distance, something howled.

Shadman’s pulse roared in his ears. This is it. My battleground.

"Good luck, Shadman," the man said quietly. "You’ll need it."

Shadman smirked, stepping across the threshold. "Luck is for the weak."

The moment he entered, the door slammed shut behind him with a thunderous boom... and then vanished entirely.

The man stared at the empty space for a moment, then whispered, "Don’t die in there, idiot. I’ve got a feeling you’re going to make things interesting."

---

Meanwhile...

AK’s eyes fluttered open as sunlight streamed through the curtains of his small apartment. His body ached from exhaustion, but his mind burned with determination.

"Time to train," he muttered, pushing himself out of bed. "If that damn system wants me to work for my strength, then so be it."

Little did he know... in another world, Shadman had already begun walking the path that would turn him into something far beyond human.

AK’s Frustration and an Unexpected Invitation

AK dropped to the floor, sweat dripping down his face as his arms trembled from exhaustion. He had pushed himself to the absolute limit—hundreds of pushups in sets, his muscles screaming for mercy.

And yet... nothing.

No glowing notification. No sweet [Stat Increased] message.

"Damn it!" he hissed, punching the ground. Not even one point? Seriously?

He collapsed on his back, chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling of his room. The memory of that first system notification—the thrill of seeing his strength go up by one—kept replaying in his head like a cruel joke.

"Fine," he muttered, teeth clenched. "If pushups won’t work, then running will."

---

Minutes later, AK was in the park, jogging under the pale evening sky. His legs burned as he ran faster and faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Every muscle in his body screamed for him to stop, but he ignored the pain. He ran until the trees blurred around him, until the world shrank down to nothing but the pounding of his feet and his own heartbeat.

Finally, he collapsed on a bench, drenched in sweat.

"Status window," he panted, half-praying, half-demanding.

The familiar blue screen appeared. His eyes darted to Strength, then Agility, then Endurance...

[ PLAYER STATUS ]

Name: AK (Reincarnation of RED)

Level: 18

HP: 950/950

MP: 900/900

Title: Reincarnation of the Weakest Primordial Being Who Was Once the Strongest (RED)

Class: UNKNOWN

Stats:

Strength: 29

Agility: 29

Endurance: 27

Intelligence: 27

Dexterity: 27

Perception: 27

Luck: 23

Vitality: 27

Charm: 30

Resistance: 27

Nothing.

Not a single point had changed.

AK let out a strangled groan and buried his face in his hands. "What the hell, RED? Why didn’t you tell me this system is mood-based?!"

Frustrated beyond measure, he dragged himself back home. For the next hour, he tried everything—pushups, squats, crunches, shadow boxing, even balancing on one leg like some cheap kung fu movie.

Still nothing.

"Arghhh!" AK roared, collapsing on the floor. "I hate this system! Solo Leveling had it easy. Why the hell did I get the discount version from Meesho?!"

---

Just as he was about to throw his phone in frustration, a notification popped up.

Maya:

Hey. Got some free time? Come train with me in my guild’s training hall. Bring your friends too.

AK froze. His brain short-circuited.

Maya... asked me... to train? With her?

His cheeks flushed crimson, and he almost dropped his phone. He quickly typed a reply before his courage failed him.

AK:

Ok. Coming soon.

---

His heart was hammering like crazy. "Holy shit... Maya invited me. ME."

Still blushing, he opened his guild’s WhatsApp group and typed:

AK:

Everyone, meet me near Maya’s guild headquarters ASAP.

Almost instantly, messages exploded in the chat:

Hazzy:

Why?

Ash:

Bro, what’s going on?

Phaphy:

Explain NOW.

AK smirked mischievously, took a screenshot of Maya’s message, and dropped it in the group.

The chat went silent for two seconds. Then—

Hazzy:

YO WHAT?!

Ash:

BROOOO YOU LUCKY BASTARD!

Phaphy:

On my way.

And then the messages started flooding in, everyone spamming:

YES. YES. YES.

---

A few hours later, the entire squad stood before the towering glass structure of Maya’s guild headquarters—a massive building shimmering with enchantments and runes that pulsed faintly in the night. Guild banners fluttered proudly in the wind, and heavily armored NPC guards flanked the entrance like statues.

Hazzy whistled low. "Damn, this place is huge. She wasn’t kidding when she said her guild was top-tier."

Ash elbowed AK with a grin. "Looks like someone’s getting VIP treatment. Blushing already, lover boy?"

AK scowled, turning away to hide his burning face. "Shut up and walk."

Phaphy smirked. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

As they stepped into the guild’s grand hall, they were greeted by walls lined with legendary weapons, glittering trophies, and massive holographic screens displaying raid stats. The place radiated power. And at the far end of the hall stood Maya—the guild leader herself—arms crossed, a faint smile playing on her lips as her sharp eyes locked on AK.

"About time," she said. Her voice was calm, but there was an edge of command in it that made everyone straighten instinctively.

AK swallowed hard, his heart pounding like a war drum.

This was going to be one hell of a night.