Even if you succeed in jobless reincarnation and time magic, you must live life to the fullest.

Warif gradually started to get flustered as well.

Suddenly, he let out a loud roar.

"stop!"

Liz immediately realized what was happening and pressed the red button next to her again.

The operation has ceased.

"call……"

Warif wiped his sweat, picked up the black metal rod that had fallen to his feet, put it into the recycling hole, and returned to the group.

"Professor Warif, what kind of mechanism is this? It's so powerful!" someone couldn't help but ask.

"This is a training magical artifact given to our dojo by the third of the seven great powers, [Thor]. Since it's a brand new product that was just completed, they wanted us to help test it," Warif said with a smile.

The crowd immediately began to whisper among themselves.

The third of the seven great powers!

It's important to understand that being one of the Seven Great Powers means being one of the seven most powerful beings in the world.

It is said that the top four powers were all supreme beings who had surpassed the limits of human capabilities.

They have lived for countless ages and are so powerful that even a thousand armies cannot defeat them. They are hailed as true gods, beyond the reach of mortals.

And in this case.

That [Thor] is the only being who, with a human body, can rival a god.

Unexpectedly, this training room was designed by Thor.

"The name of this magical item is the Simulation Training Device."

Warif said, "The intensity of the simulator gradually increases over time, doubling in difficulty every two minutes. I lasted 10 minutes just now. Now everyone can try it."

The group looked at each other, all somewhat eager to try.

Just then, a somewhat discordant sound came from the back of the group.

"Teacher, this magical artifact looks a bit dangerous. It fires so fast, what if we get hurt?"

Everyone turned to look and saw Boris walk out with his hands behind his back, looking nonchalant.

"What 'Thor'? They've created something so dangerous. Aren't they just using us as guinea pigs to test the power of their magical artifacts?" Boris complained.

Upon hearing this, some people quietly echoed his sentiment.

"That's true..."

"It is indeed a bit dangerous."

"The rate of fire is too fast..."

Seeing this, Warif sighed and walked to the side to activate a certain mechanism.

In an instant, everyone felt as if some kind of magic enveloped them.

"This simulation training room has a Saint-level healing magic circle. As long as you are inside, injuries as severe as broken arms or legs can be healed, so you can use it with peace of mind," Wolf said calmly.

"That hurts too..." Boris muttered to himself.

"Alright, that's enough. Those who don't want to participate won't be forced, and those who want to participate will take turns in line."

Warif waved his hand, too lazy to say anything more, and gestured for everyone to come forward.

Everyone began to eagerly try it out.

However, although most people were eager to try, the final result did not satisfy everyone.

Most people can only last two or three minutes before giving up.

This is also a typical performance for lower-level players in the Water God style.

The intensity of the simulation training room doubles every two minutes, which means that the longer you persist, the more pressure you will have to endure.

Occasionally, some can last a little longer, but the maximum is only 4 minutes.

“Boris, would you like to give it a try?” Warif asked.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid at all, of course I'm coming."

Boris snorted and nervously gripped his sword as he walked into the simulation training room.

In the end, he lasted 4 minutes and 15 seconds.

"Not bad." Warif's expression softened slightly. "For the intermediate level of the Water God Style, this is a pretty good result."

"who is the next?"

Liz took the initiative to come up to her.

She walked with steady steps, drawing her sword from her waist as she went, and entered the simulation training room.

“Let’s begin, teacher,” Liz said calmly.

"it is good."

Warren nodded and pressed the start button.

"Shh-"

The black metal rod shot out rapidly.

Liz's sword moved almost instinctively, tracing a graceful arc in mid-air and knocking the metal rod down.

"Shuashuashua——"

More black metal rods shot towards Liz in succession.

Liz stood still, her body barely moving, only her sword flashing as she deflected all the incoming metal rods.

This level of pressure was practically meaningless to her.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

For a moment, the crisp sounds were incessant.

Everyone was somewhat mesmerized by what they saw.

Time passes slowly.

When the four-minute mark was reached, Liz suddenly felt the pressure increase.

The black metal rods have a faster firing speed, a wider firing range, and more tricky angles, making them increasingly difficult to fire.

but……

This level of ability is far from reaching one's limit.

Liz took a deep breath and calmed herself completely.

She wanted to see where her limits truly lay.

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Four minutes later, the pressure on Liz suddenly increased significantly.

Many people could no longer catch a glimpse of the black metal rods; they could only watch helplessly as Liz continuously swung her sword, slashing down the black metal rods.

Time passes little by little.

Five minutes later, Liz had a fine layer of sweat on her forehead.

Although this level of attack was not her limit, the continuous attacks made her too tense, and mistakes were inevitable.

"I can!"

Liz covered her entire body with fighting spirit, increasing her speed even further.

This is a technique that only advanced swordsmen can master. By covering the body with battle aura, physical strength will experience an explosive increase.

Everyone noticed that Liz's movements had quickened, and not a single metal rod grazed her body.

"Wow, amazing!" Lyca exclaimed in surprise.

As expected of a superior level of the Water God Style!

It’s really amazing!

Wolf nodded in satisfaction. To be able to withstand such a dense barrage of attacks continuously was quite impressive for a high-level swordsman.

Time passes slowly.

Soon, six minutes had passed.

The firing speed of the black metal rod increased dramatically again, and its range expanded by an entire circle.

This change came very suddenly.

Despite having prepared herself mentally, Liz still didn't expect the power to increase so quickly.

"Shh-"

Liz couldn't keep up.

The metal rod grazed her shoulder as it flew past, and a gasp of surprise rang out from the crowd.

Liz's clothes were instantly torn apart, and her once fair and tender skin was exposed and bleeding, looking utterly miserable.

Liz stumbled slightly, gritting her teeth as she once again blocked the incoming metal rod.

"Okay, that's it!"

Warif pressed the pause button and glanced at the time.

"6 minutes and 21 seconds, for a senior swordsman, this is already an amazing result."

"I'm satisfied," Warif said.

Liz covered her shoulder with one hand and nodded, her breathing slightly rapid.

A healing spell enveloped her, clearly indicating that the healing magic circle set up there had begun to take effect. When she removed her hand from her shoulder, the previously torn and bleeding wounds had completely healed.