Charlotte- zealous fury, hyper accuracy
Renee- Object control
Destiny- electrokinesis
Jenna- elemental constructs
Sherlyn- energy redirection
Izabella- enhanced physiology
Delaney- explosive gore
Esseme- psionic crush, incarnate
Serenity- hostility management
Gwen- friction manipulation
Alia- pyrokinesis
Paloma- force armor construct
Sage- Bio-radiation absorption and generation
Leilani- flesh manipulation
Faith- psionic teleportation
Maja- probability shifts
Simone- psionic divination
Oma- mind hunter, mental schism
Sheila- pacifism
Natalie- mental stimulation, mental decrease
Ryleigh- enhanced speed, joint manipulation
Daphne- power amplification
Eden- power leech
Zoe- laser vision
Aisha- daydreaming
Niamh- augmented form
Naomi- mass absorption, enhanced strength
Alexandra- mercury form
Samantha- judgment/truth detection
Trinity- power linking
Aliyah- enhanced pliability, enhanced strength
Gigi- mental math
Ellie- mechanical intuition
Rebecca- medicokinesis
Lauren- shape manipulation
Fuses: 18 so far, 24 willing, 19 unwilling, 50 undecided
The list was broken down as it was by pods in the order that he had fused the girls, although he noted that Trina was put at the end of the wives, whatever that was between them. Since he had agreed to let the girls nominate who he should fuse with next in that same order, he decided that it would be good to know who he was going to be joining with for life over the next week.
But for now, he put the list out of his mind and began working on his physical skills. He increased his mass until it required him to use a great deal of his strength to move. Unfortunately, it made the floor creak and while he assumed the A’snkarnt metal could hold up to it, he didn’t want to test fate.
In the end he stopped after increasing his eight-hundred-pound body till it weighed just over four tons. With the ten times gravity in effect that was the equivalent of moving forty tons with each step. It was a good compromise because it required him to ramp up his Evolved Strength Forged Body but wasn’t causing the floor to groan in protest.
Before he knew it, he was adapted to the weight and was zipping around the room, performing various forms that Bong-Cha had taught him and some of the more brutal combat moves that Hanna had drilled into him. Hopefully, they would both be proud. He practiced both with and without his PSI sword.
When he wasn’t using the sword, he would create PSI constructs around him so that he had powerful obstacles to run into and bounce off of. It simulated hitting a powerful opponent and forced his body to adapt to the beating that caused and helped him work on multiple skills at the same time.
To mix it up he would also throw in Phase Burst, Primal Power, which allowed him to summon some instinct or skill of an animal without changing forms like Jessie did, and his Evolved Fire Form. As often as possible he juggled the largest number of skills that he could handle at once but wasn’t yet working on combining them as much as simply getting in more practice with each of them.
For hours he kept at it, exerting himself to the max. His body regenerated so quickly that lactic acid never had a chance to build up in his body, if it even would now. He probably needed to learn a bit more about human anatomy and work on looking deeper into those systems. From what he could tell his body was currently being powered by PSI energy rather than any chemical process derived from breaking down food.
That however, made it a challenge for himself to see if he could push himself to the point of true fatigue. He moved, jumping off the walls and bouncing around the room faster than a normal human could have followed, all while essentially moving a body that weighed forty tons. Yet every time he started to sweat or began to breathe heavily, he would pause for a moment. Within two or three seconds the fatigue felt washed away and his body was entirely renewed.
On the one hand this was exciting. He had never been old on Earth but had heard more than one professor complain about old bodies. Now he was perpetually operating in a state of being fully rested and feeling fresh. The value of that couldn’t be overstated. It was a dream that so many on Earth would have killed for.
But that didn’t mean that he was gonna stop trying to push himself to the point of exhaustion. He might not be able to increase the weight anymore, but he could still work on pushing himself harder. He had the time. The first training session was only half an hour but at 1750:1 time distortion that worked out to just over thirty-six days.
He was finally getting some alone time. It was ironic that less than three hours into it he was already wondering if he shouldn’t have invited one of the girls to come train with him. But no, it might be nice to have extended times with just one of his wives, but he needed to train. His skills were lacking, and he refused to fail because even after begging for alone time he found himself missing his harem.
So he pushed harder. He maximized his speed and strength till he was streaking around the room at over fifty thousand miles per hour while making rapid turns. The entire length of the room was only the size of two football fields. Thus, every second he was covering the room from one end to the other one hundred and thirty-one times, all while hauling his forty tons.
Beads of sweat were breaking out on his body. He kept pushing. His PSI regen rate was keeping up even with both skills maxed at level five. What was more was that he had not moved this fast in this constrained of an area before. So, his precognition and hyper accuracy were both having to be ramped up to keep him from smashing through one of the walls.
