His vision dimmed, but Alex forced himself to stay conscious during this whole ordeal.
This venture was necessary to endure not because of some stupid path or for some fucking goal.
Rather, Alex did this for himself.
He wanted to atone for his past life's bland existence, as Alexander.
Every day was a mundane splash of gray hues mixed with the common variance of small events which were equally as bland.
During those days, Alexander had always lived a routine filled with a series of predictable events.
He was viewed as a burden to his family,
Not due to his lack of worth, but his lack of resilience.
Though academically he excelled, this proved to be a meaningless achievement as the great war began.
Most colleges & institutes of education were reduced to nothing more than rubble from the constant bombing that riddled the cities.
The whole European continent and several Asian countries in an unexpected maneuver ployed against the United States.
Their intention was to financially cripple the county while hulling all trade and destroying their ports.
Of course, such a stupid series of events never took place.
Though the combined powers held more than enough power to pursue such goals, they lacked true unity.
Human error,
Each government was only interested in the benefits they would gain from lining their own pockets while using the other as a sacrificial rite.
Pawns.
Unfortunately several of their ploys made the drawing table and actually proved effective.
President Charles McLovin was assassinated, a great man with unrivaled ambition and untapped potential.
McLovin was relatively young, becoming a president while only being 46.
His corpse was found mutilated,
His arms were torn from his torso, and his face was bashed in.
Such a state was Lovecraftian, the gull those foreign bastards had to do such a thing!
The country was vexed.
How such a thing ever happened proved to be an ambiguity for many years, thus from this moment sparked the country's great plunge into a state of trife with constant fear.
As a result of these unforeseen events, Alexander's and countless other aspiring pupils' futures were as a consequence collapsed.
No longer did they have financial endorsements,
Hell, the schools which they desired to attend no longer existed.
With no future ahead of him, Alexander due to his lack of other skills plunged into a state of despair.
Akin to this already empty feeling Alexander continued to routinely.
He refused to indulge in unnecessary vice, drugs, and alcohol were avidly steered from.
These unhealthy indulgences would further tarnish his already crumbled life.
With no newfound aspirations, and failing to rebound from his current predicament
Alexander, with no reliable source of income, diluted his pride as he joined a common occupation working as an ordinary corporate office worker.
Though this pain felt as if a trained torturer was fiddling at his body every second, Alex knew it was only temporary.
IT'S MERELY TEMPORARY!"
'WHO GIVES A FUCK IF IT HURTS, ENDURE IT YOU BITCH!!!' Bellowed Alexander internally,
Sweat more in training bleed less in war, a Spartan pro-verb used to endorse young warriors with hope for their future,
When they felt as if the world turned upside down or hell froze over, they would think of this saying their superiors would repeatedly chant.
Giving up was for the weak,
Weakness was a SIN!
Alex would never fall into mediocrity again as he did in his past life,
With this newfound motivation, Alex as such forced himself to stay conscious.
If he closed his eyes and slumbered, he would die!
Though hours passed and his body pleaded for death, Alex remained still with his conviction nulling such feeble pleas.
This battle of will was one of self, if he gave in passing out he would die!
If he stayed with conviction then he would live!
Yet, Alex's 'initial' formation was nowhere close to completion.
His progress was of course not none, but some.
Still, his advancement was similar to a person trapped in a pitch-dark room searching aimlessly without any rhyme or reason, for a light switch to rid of the darkness, but the switch is not on the wall but rather in the room's center.
It was a vex to endure but it was needed,
The weaker an initial, the longer and less efficient their path would become.
Such an extended period to forge an initial was relatively looked down upon by the majority due to believing such a long duration showed the incompetence of an individual.
This was actually false. Alex's prolonged 'Inita' was actually a blessing in disguise.
[Detecting users vitality - Death iminate]
[Initiating release of Prana & Aura]
[Recovery liquid - estimated external damage, [severe] - … - (6) grams serviced]
Finalizing its processes, the Algorithm catered the necessary amount of resources for Alex's current stature.
Immediately Alex's body began to insatiably gorge in the abundant energy now present within the air.
From the small territory of the checkered pattern ceiling, a small title began to shift parting for the exit of a narrow nozzle.
Releasing its suction, a thin steady stream of clear colored liquid dropped from a small spherical passage of the nozzle tube.
From its fall it landed on Alex's sunken chest where it immediately fashioned a thin veil which cascaded over enveloping the entirety of his figure.
Several moments of seemingly nothing followed.
From an observer's perspective they would assume that Alex merely donned an unusual film which surrounded his body providing him a reflective appearance.
The gelatinous liquid instinctively followed its code, on command the liquid began to make microscopic incisions on Alex's epidermis.
By opening the skin they could form entry to a larger amount of the liquid contents which would
Artificially creating the Human Growth Hormone (HGH), sending this stimulus to the body would alter the natural healing process, the gelatinous liquid was essentially just an accumulation of artificial stem cells, and as such they would work together with the body's natural process by accelerating the process by several thousand folds, with them they could work together with natural to rebuild the damage tissue, the mass of cells that rapidly proliferates and differentiates to regenerate, using an extracellular matrix as a scaffold.
The liquid's process was similar to how some Amphibians, fish, and often some invertebrates regenerate lost or damaged limbs.
'It's just pain… '
'it's just pain… '
'pain… '
'why do we feel pain?' Alex's mind felt Impaired his thoughts were hazed.
His nervous system was fucked up.
fortunately due to the presence of the recovery liquid the damage wouldn't have any long lasting effects on his body.
Several more minutes passed,
And Alex's body began to regain its former shape, his muscles began to sharpen, wrinkled skin pulled in a uniform way, as a result his body seemed to be radiating youth.