Reincarnated into Another World With Chat GTP-Chapter 13: Really Strong Bald Guy Training Arc

Chapter 13: Really Strong Bald Guy Training Arc

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It had been ten days since I began training for the Academy Entrance Exam. And I was dying. Not metaphorically. Actually dying.My entire body felt like it was being stabbed by invisible swords. Muscles I didn't know I had were sore. My lungs hated me. My legs had staged three revolts.

And it all began with this:

"GTP," I had said on Day One, "based on my current stats, how screwed am I?"

[Analyzing...]

A holographic screen had popped up in my vision. Just floating numbers and colored bars.

[STATUS REPORT]

• Strength: E

• Endurance: E

• Agility: D-

• Magic: F

• Intelligence: C

• Charisma: B+

• Appearance: S+

"...Wait, why the hell is my appearance S+?!"

[Because you look good.]

"That's it?!"

[Correct. You are inexplicably attractive.]

Everything else? Absolute trash.

So from that day forward, I began the Regret Training Arc.

Every. Single. Day:

• 100 push-ups

• 100 squats

• 100 pull-ups

• 10 kilometers of running

[Bald Guy and Aura Farmer method initialized.]

GTP even timed it. Mercilessly.I cried a little.

But that wasn't the only thing.

There was also mana.

In this world, you could increase your mana capacity by absorbing Mana Stones—crystallized mana clusters found in dungeons and monster cores.

The problem? They were stupidly expensive.

One small stone could cost as much as a house.

But for me?

No problem.

Thanks to the explosive release of Titanheart Chronicles Chapter 5 and 6, I was now rich again. Plus, I had sold twenty additional limited copies of Your Memories in a private noble auction.

Apparently, once word got out that the princess had cried reading it, everyone wanted their own. Even if it cost them a dozen gold coins or more.

I smiled while pouring another bag of mana stones into my pouch.

"...Yeah. Let's eat power today."

[That was a weird sentence.]

[Reminder: My combat capabilities are far beyond your current physical limitations. You are still a weak vessel attempting to channel overwhelming power.]

I sighed.

"Yeah, yeah... I get it. Just shut up."

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It had been one month since I started training.

Every day since, I ran, lifted, bled, ate mana stones like candy, and nearly passed out at least once a session.

Now, the Altherian Academy entrance exam was only one month away.

This morning, I stood alone in the forest, breathing slowly. A single longsword in my hand. The grip was familiar now—no longer awkward.

No spinning. No over-the-top anime slashes.

Just one clean motion.

I stepped forward, exhaled, and slashed.

CLANG.

The training golem's head shot off like a bottle cap. The torso crumbled behind it.The air behind my swing shimmered slightly with leftover mana, like a heatwave.

"GTP. That was... what percentage?"

[Approximately 15% of my full combat output.]

"Still?!"

[Affirmative. Your body now survives what would've shattered you a month ago. But full synchronization remains impossible. You'd snap like a twig.]

"Cool. Thanks for the visual."

Even at 15%, the power was unreal. I could swing with precision that created shockwaves. I could sprint like a blur through trees. I could cut stone, bend mana, and take down a bear-sized training golem in under ten seconds.

I wasn't invincible. But I was dangerous.

I flicked my wrist, letting the sword settle by my side.

[Status Update:]

• Strength: C+

• Endurance: B

• Agility: B

• Magic: C+

• Intelligence: B+

• Charisma: A

• Appearance: S+

"...Still S+ on looks."

[Irrelevant, but yes.]

I took a breath, eyes narrowing. "Hey, GTP. What kind of stats do regular academy students have?"

[Average accepted student: Class C in most attributes.]

"C, huh. Not bad."

[Agreed. However, elite candidates this year may reach Class S. This upcoming cycle has been unofficially labeled: The Legendary Generation.]

"...Legendary, huh?"

[Correct. Rumors mention powerful nobles, foreign prodigies, and high-tier mages all enrolling at once. This year will not be normal.]

I grinned, my grip tightening on the hilt.

One month left until the Altherian Academy entrance exam. And thanks to the explosive success of Titanheart Chronicles, which had now reached Chapter 39, I had more than enough money to bribe a kingdom.

Plus, 100 more copies of Your Memories were sold at auction. The princess crying over it? Still trending.

Rumors swirled. Whispers followed me. My name had value.

But soon?

I'd step out of the shadows... and into the heart of the empire's future.

I adjusted my stance.

"Alright. Let's try 16%."

[Confirmed. Increasing load.]

* * *

"GTP. GTP. GTP."

[What?]

I leaned forward on my desk, eyes sparkling like I was about to do something stupid.

"...It's time."

[Time for what?]

"I need to start building my secret organization."

[Ah. That nonsense again.]

"Not nonsense. Destiny."

[You intend to form it before entering the academy?]

"Of course. Gotta plant the seeds early. I'll be the shadow behind the curtain, manipulating things from the background, casually saying cryptic things like 'everything is going according to plan.'"

[That is disturbingly specific.]

"...Recommend me a name, GTP."

[Very well. Generating top 10 organization names.]

[1. The Phantom Unity]

[2. Nightshade Order]

[3. Crimson Silence]

[4. Obsidian Pact]

[5. Cloakfang Syndicate]

[6. Abyssal Choir]

[7. Eclipse Collective]

[8. Soulveil Circle]

[9. The Hidden Roar]

[10. Whisperclaw Dominion]

"...These all suck."

[...]

[Understood. Generating one final name.]

A pause.

Then—

[Name: Umbra Noctis.]

"...Umbra Noctis..."

I repeated it. Slowly. Let it roll off my tongue.

The source of this c𝓸ntent is frёeweɓηovel.coɱ.

"...That's actually kinda sick."

[Translation from Ancient Language: 'Shadow of the Night.']

I smirked.

"...That's it. That's the one."

I stood up and paced the room, cloak swishing behind me like I was already dramatic and mysterious.

"Now... how do I start it?"

[In AHTT (Anime Hidden Training Trope) media, the protagonist often forms their organization by anonymously saving people, building a myth around themselves.]

I tapped my chin.

"Right. Like rescuing people from bandits or saving a village from monsters. The whole 'urban legend hero from the shadows' route."

I paused.

"...So what should I do?"

[...]

[...Answer generated.]

I blinked. "...That's actually a great idea."