Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

"Memorize it, absolutely memorize it word for word."

"Okay, if you're ready, you can start the experiment."

"Of course, I'm always ready!"

……

When leaving the Aurelius Tower, Arnold felt that life was full of hope.

The problem of his physical limits that had been bothering him was about to be solved.

As for possible side effects.

Don't care!

In his value system, a short but peak life is better than a long and stable life.

A long, glorious and peak life?

Never thought about that.

He knew very well that he was not cut out for it.

Arnold had heard of many aristocratic children who, because they had everything they needed in life but felt extremely empty, became addicted to magic drugs and lived in hallucinations. They lived longer than ordinary drug addicts, had medical insurance, and had money to buy the best-made magic drugs.

He looked down on this group of nobles. What kind of pursuit was magic addiction potion? It all depended on the wealth of the family.

Another group of nobles were more to his liking.

That part seeks excitement, so they go on adventures, go deep into uninhabited jungles, climb to the top of the highest peaks, dive from cliffs without feather diving, and climb on cliffs without wearing a safety rope.

Although the death is generally much more miserable than that of taking drugs, you really rely on yourself.

Arnold felt that he was very similar to those nobles. Although there was a huge gap in their identities and backgrounds, it did not prevent them from sharing the same spiritual pursuits.

Short but glorious!

It's just that the glory he wants seems a little strange in the eyes of most people.

After taking the first unit of growth hormone, Arnold immediately rushed to a training gym in his suburb of Larven.

There was no concept of gyms at that time, and training halls were generally used by physical professionals.

It provides various weapons, targets, dummies, and different types of martial arts coaches. This store even has monk boxers.

If you're willing to spend money, you can even experience hand-to-hand combat with a bear whose teeth and claws have been plucked.

Besides these, there is also Arnold's favorite.

Power zone!

There was no concept of fixed equipment in this era, so there were not many types of equipment.

Dumbbells, barbells, kettlebells, shot puts, and iron locks are made of cast iron, ranging in weight from one or two kilograms to hundreds of kilograms for top professionals.

He had personally witnessed a legendary warrior wielding a hammer weighing hundreds of kilograms as easily as a fir stick.

He was much stronger than him. The two-handed greatsword he used only weighed three kilograms, which was considered medium to heavy among greatswords. He didn't need to be as dexterous as the legendary warriors who practiced hammering and bells.

"Hey, isn't this Arnold?"

The strength section was full of people Arnold knew.

It's hard not to be familiar with him. He comes almost every day, and there are not many people like him who put the importance of training strength before training combat skills.

"You've come just in time. We're holding a log-lifting competition today. Do you want to participate? The champion prize is 20 kilograms of beef."

"You even need to ask that," said a dwarf nearby, "when has he not participated?"

Arnold smiled and said, "Of course, I'll join in."

Not only do you have to participate, you also have to come first.

Arnold said in his heart.

Normally, his pure strength in this training hall was only considered average, but now it was different.

He felt that Master Mia's growth hormone had begun to take effect, and his muscles were swelling and aching, as if they were getting bigger every second.

"Hurry up and warm up, the game will start soon."

Ten minutes later.

All participants took off their shirts and stood in front of several thick logs.

There are three sets in total, each set lasting one minute, and the total number of log push-ups is counted at the end.

"Ready... to start!"

Following the director's order, everyone tried their best to push the log.

Arnold was very surprised at the moment of pushing up.

It was so easy, so easy, so easy that he even began to doubt whether this was still the log he was familiar with?

Surprised, he pushed forward again and again, performing better than ever before.

People who knew him were also amazed.

"What happened to that kid Arnold? Why is he so fierce today?"

"Why do I feel like his shoulders seem to have grown bigger again?"

"It seems so. I haven't seen you for a few days, but you look a lot bigger. I didn't notice it when you were not taking off your clothes."

These words floated into Arnold's ears, and the effect was comparable to a powerful stimulant.

He can't stand hearing the word "bigger". He will feel secretly happy and excited when he hears it.

Under the stimulation, he pushed harder.

"time up!"

The first group finished quickly.

"Arnold, 24 times."

When the result was announced, the audience exclaimed in surprise and Arnold was complacent.

However, "Ronnie, 25 times."

The corners of Arnold's mouth, which had just been raised, immediately turned down.

No more laughing.

How could this happen, Ronnie, who had always been better than him, stronger than him, and bigger than him.

But, but he had been cast under the spell of Master Mia, so how could he still not be as good as Ronnie.

He turned his head and saw that the other person looked more relaxed than him.

Ronnie hasn't used his full strength yet?

How can this be?

can not be like this!

Under the blow, Arnold made a bold decision.

"I'm going to use the bathroom."

"It's a competition, and there's so much shit and urine." The curator joked. It wasn't a very formal competition, so of course people could go to the toilet as they pleased.

Coming to a deserted place, Arnold took out another 4 units of growth hormone and opened the bottle cap.

In fact, he was a little hesitant.

Although you want a short but glorious life, you can't live without glory, or you will die first.

But then I thought again, what was that word called?

What margin, capacity margin, or integration margin? I can’t remember what it is. Anyway, it was given by Master Mia. It is definitely not the limit he can bear. There is definitely enough room left.

Thinking of this, Arnold no longer hesitated, it was all for the sake of being bigger and stronger!

Drink all 4 bottles.

It was fine at first, but after a few minutes, my whole body felt like it was burning, painful, but excited.

He strode away and returned to the field.

"It took so long to go to the bathroom."

"Look at my group!" He has already started answering questions that are not related to the question.

In this group, Arnold felt that he was not pushing a log, but a bag of cotton.

What limits him is not his strength, but the speed at which he lifts and lowers things. It would be great if the aftersway could be eliminated.

A minute passed.

The audience was silent.

They had never seen such a fierce performance.

The curator said in disbelief: "Arnold, 44 times!"

The next and last group was also his performance.

Not surprisingly, he won the prize, but surprisingly, a female coach at the training center found Arnold when no one was around, pinched his gluteus maximus, and whispered in his ear, "Come to my room."

Congestion!

Arnold was breathing heavily. He never thought that he would encounter such a thing.

All the women he met before disliked his muscles and found them disgusting.

So, it turns out that it wasn’t big enough before?

Sure enough, his pursuit was correct. Big muscles are beautiful!

In the female coach's room, she pushed Arnold onto the bed and jumped on him, ready to serve as the vertical axis and form a one- and two-quadrant coordinate system with Arnold on the horizontal axis.

She yanked off Arnold's pants.

Then, he froze.

She was stunned for a few seconds, and it was obvious that she was going through a difficult mental struggle.