Home training is best training.

Damaskinos did not sweat. He couldn't sweat. But he felt like he should be sweating. His red stomach rumbled and his arms trembled as he once again cast refresh on his tired arms as he kept practicing his hand standing push ups. He would be crying if imps were able to cry, and the only one to witness it would be the broken dungeon core and the possible ghost of the destroyed Ice Scorpion.

It had been weeks since the ranchers had set up shop in the lower valley, and he was now stuck in the mountains with nothing better to do than search for the last core missing from his Ice Magical Beast List, the ever so elusive Ice Snake, train his skills, hunt for food ever so often and of course work on them magical, alchemical and bodybuilding gains. That he gained EXP from the last 3 was another weight on the balance of efficiency that **** him to take on ever more sadistic tasks, like his Elemental Corrupted body wasn't enough pain already.

Unlike Light Races, the biological weapons that were the demons did not lose their muscle mass once gained unless they were starved. Great for Abs fans. But for Abs building enjoyers it meant that they had a perpetual way up in difficulty to make more gains, and there was no enjoying maintenance exercise, only brrrlll as they lift ever heavier weights. Refresh was a mistake too, because it meant he need no pauses to recover his stamina. Life infusion had been a mistake too, because it meant he would not run out of mana to **** a pause. His stupid brain was a mistake too, because it meant he would never accept a loss of efficiency due to something as silly as pain. Like the pain of his bicep exploding in the morning because the fire element ravishing his insides met the water element ravishing his insides AND THEY GOT FUCKING STEAMY!!!

His stomach rumbled a little too hard, and Damaskinos realized he was going to soon pass out with hunger. Acceptable excuse in hand, he dropped from position and walked towards the left over Adult Snow Bunny he hunted this morning, his claws turned red hot as he started work on ripping it apart and feeding his mouth. He was going insane. He was already half insane. Which meant he was half sane and this was still fine.

He looked at his arms, no longer the thin sticks he had spawned with, their red skin was now tight on an anatomy class in musculature, his training paying off better than any time back when he was a human, back before his body betrayed him and he spent years rotting on that god forsaken hospital room. The Arcane Imp sat down, before fully laying on the ground munching on the crunchy bones. He looked up, the targets painted with some soft rocks he found clear on the floor.

He started arming the spell while be cracked one particular hard bone on his mouth, and gulped down to cast.

"Mage Hand"

A transparent hand made of mana showed up, carefully picking up a stone from a pre selected pile while the Imp let its body digest the recently consumed food. It took aim at the target in the ceiling from beyond his eye vision, relaying on his magical perception of his own mana to compensate. He breathed in, and focused before the stone flew from the corner of his eye into the target, hitting a bulls eye. He took in the hit unimpressed, and commanded the mage hand once again towards the pile of rocks.

This was going to be a long summer.