The next morning, Alvin lay flat on the floor of his room, staring at the ceiling lights with a lost look on his face. "Does exercising like this even have a meaning left?"
He had just finished a set of a thousand push-ups, a thousand sit-ups, and a thousand pull-ups, yet there was not even a single drop of sweat on his face.
'It appears I have unlimited stamina, or maybe I have not reached the limit that my body is capable of.' Alvin clenched his hand in front of his face, feeling the power coursing through his body.
Had it not been for his nearly inexhaustible stamina, he might have gained something from exercising like this.
"I thought that exercising would calm my mind, but it turns out I was wrong—no, instead it should be that my approach was wrong." Alvin muttered to himself and raised his back from the floor before leaning against the settee at the foot of the bed. "As I am now, these things would have little to no effect on me. I need to think of something else."
