I awoke one morning with an astonishing physique—defined abs and a strength that left my sister in awe. My transformation was no ordinary feat; it stemmed from my unique ability to enhance my combat skills and physical prowess through vivid dreams where I fought zombies and absorbed their abilities. Just the day before, I had been a mere underdog in a world where combat strength was everything. My vital energy and blood value were barely noticeable compared to others, including even a construction worker with slightly higher stats.
In this world, where martial arts had replaced firearms for dealing with monstrous threats, my father worked tirelessly to buy me vitality-boosting powders. Despite this, I knew it was a waste. I practiced grueling routines, barely managing a few repetitions before collapsing. Yet, in my dreams, I fought tirelessly, gaining zombie memories and skills that translated into real-life improvements.
One morning, I woke up with not only a new physique but also a ravenous appetite. I realized that my dream training had indeed real effects on my body.
The teacher, initially skeptical, was astonished when he saw my results. I had risen to a level that surpassed most, with my vital energy and blood value now at an impressive rate. He offered me financial support and a chance to represent the school in an upcoming assessment.
This opportunity was a breakthrough for me. I resolved to leverage my new abilities and show that even someone from humble beginnings could achieve greatness. My dream training had given me more than physical strength—it had provided me with the chance to change my life and prove my worth in a world that valued combat power above all.