I Just Want to Farm, But My Beasts Keep Evolving!!-Chapter 66: The Life of A Legend in Training

"Woolie!!" Raiden screamed out loud as he saw the lightning strike Woolie directly.

He started running towards him, but a strong arm gripped his shoulder, stopping him in his place.

"Relax. He is okay. Just wait and see." Roy’s voice was calm with the particular tone he used when he actually knew what he was talking about.

Raiden stopped, chest heaving, eyes locked on the spot where Woolie had been standing a second ago.

The smoke from the strike slowly began to clear.

A small silhouette emerged from the haze, standing perfectly still in the centre of the room.

Woolie was still on all four hooves. His wool was slightly singed at the edges, giving him the appearance of a sheep who had argued with a campfire and lost on points. A faint trail of smoke rose from the top of his head.

He blinked once.

Then twice.

"Woo...?"

He looked down at his hooves. Then up at the thunderclouds still crackling above him. Then back down at his hooves.

"Woolie!!" ✧(≧▽≦)✧

This...this feels amazing!!

Hearing this, Raiden felt speechless.

Woolie tilted his face upwards toward the simulated storm, spread his tiny legs wide in the most aggressively imperial stance a mildly charred sheep had ever assumed, and screamed at the ceiling.

"WOOLIE!!!"

Do it again!! DO IT AGAIN RIGHT NOW!!

"...He wants it to hit him again," Roy asked flatly.

"Yep," Raiden confirmed.

"The lightning just struck him directly."

"Yep."

"And he wants more."

"That’s my Woolie. I think you should give it to him right now. Don’t think too much about it." Raiden said with a flat voice. He was used to the absurd things surrounding his Terran by now. Anything he did, he wouldn’t find it absurd anymore.

"You know, generally, what happens when a Thunder-type variant encounters its native element for the first time under controlled stimulation is they take a while to get used to it. Sometimes even a whole day. But this...certainly worthy of a champion indeed." Roy was already moving back toward the console, looking quietly pleased with himself. He loved helping with potential.

Raiden looked at Woolie, who was still standing under the thunderclouds with his legs spread wide, wool faintly smoking, vibrating with barely contained excitement.

"Woolie Woo Woo!!" ( - ̀ ω - ́ )✧

More!! Give Emperor Woolie more!! This is nothing!! Emperor Woolie can take a thousands of these puny lightnings!!

He was going to be absolutely impossible to deal with after this.

"Alright, your highness." Raiden muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Have fun."

Crack—BOOM!!!

The second strike landed directly on Woolie’s head.

He didn’t even flinch this time. He didn’t move. He just absorbed the hit, his own violet electricity racing through his wool like water through a sponge, shimmering over his whole body for a moment before settling down.

Then he lifted his head and let out a sound that could only be described as a burp after a full meal.

"Wool~" ( - ̀ ω - ́ )

Yes. MORE.

Roy laughed from behind the console with a wide grin on his face.

"I have been doing this job for twenty years. That is the first time I have seen a Terra Beast ask to be struck by lightning so many times."

"Of course, that’s my partner!" Raiden spoke with the specific tone of a man who had fully accepted his life.

While Woolie enthusiastically requested his fifth consecutive lightning strike, Raiden sat down against the wall of the room and closed his eyes for a second. It was only 5 in the morning, and he didn’t have enough sleep yet. He closed his eyes for a moment, shutting off his mind.

Thirty Minutes Later

"Woo Wool!"

Raiden felt something nudge his legs as he opened his eyes to find a black ball of fur standing in front of them.

"Woolie!" Emperor Woolie has completed his training!!

"Pfft—Hahahahaha!!!"

He focused inward. Raiden burst into laughter as he looked at Woolie. The more he looked at him, the harder he laughed. The little white sheep had become a black sheep completely at this point.

"Woolie!!" ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢

What are you laughing at!!

"Nothing, nothing, come here." Raiden pulled Woolie into his arms, while chuckling as he caressed his body lightly.

"Upgrade."

{Ding! Woolie Potential is being upgraded: A → S (Current Progress: —)}

Raiden waited for the familiar number to appear.

{6/30}

He blinked.

Opened his eyes fully.

’Six?’

He had used the upgrade yesterday during the match that had pushed it from 3 to 4. That was how it always worked. One use per day, one step forward.

But the counter now read 6.

He hadn’t used it today yet. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

He sat forward, staring at nothing, running through the calculations in his mind once again.

Yesterday: 3/30.

He used the upgrade once. Should be 4/30.

He did not use it again.

Current reading: 6/30.

The math didn’t work. Unless—

He looked up at Woolie, who was basking in the afterglow of the Upgrade and closed his eyes in comfort, rolling around on the ground, his body shimmering with natural violet electricity that hadn’t been there before. He thought about the gravity chamber, about Woolie’s body breaking down and rebuilding. About the scan: Low Defence, Low Bone Density, Mid Tier Bronze, and it is pushing itself while training with a Diamond Tier Terra Beast.

He thought about what Roy had said to him during his time when he was hospitalised yesterday.

’The more thoroughly your body gets broken, the stronger and faster it builds back up.’

Raiden leaned his head back against the wall as he realised something new.

The system had always been his cheat code. One use per day, one artificial nudge past the limit. But limits weren’t just numbers on a screen, and his system wasn’t the only way to break past your natural limits. What the training was doing, the gravity, the fire, the lightning, it wasn’t just building muscle. It was breaking his natural limits from the other side.

Woolie was overcoming his limits by himself.

The counter had moved on its own because Woolie had genuinely grown past a barrier that by himself and pushing his boundaries.

Raiden sat with that thought for a long moment.

Then, very quietly, so Roy wouldn’t hear him from across the room:

"That’s my partner."

"Woolie!!!" ✧(*≧▽≦)✧

YES!! AGAIN!!

Nine Days Later

The gravity chamber looked exactly the same as it had on the first day.

The dome stretched ahead in both directions until it was lost in the slight haze of pressurised air. The reinforced floor still bore the cracks from the brutal training they had gone through in the past few days. The thundercloud ceiling of the simulated chamber next door had been run so many times that Roy had started calling it Woolie’s personal weather system.

But if there was the most significant change in these past few days, it would have been the people inside of it.

Raiden walked easily into the chamber at twenty times gravity without falling to his knees.

It was not easy. His body registered every step as work — his heart pushed harder, his bones carried the familiar deep ache that never fully went away anymore — but he still walked forward calmly and steadily. One foot in front of the other, upright, while he controlled his breathing using the meditation mantra, as both techniques ran quietly in the background like an engine that had finally learned its own rhythm.

Beside him, Woolie walked with the same spread-legged confident stride he’d had on day one, except now nothing about it was compensating. The violet electricity that used to appear only under extreme stress now flickered faintly around him as a permanent resting state. His wool had grown back denser than before, and he carried himself with a weight — literal and otherwise — that hadn’t been there nine days ago.

Twenty times gravity.

Neither of them stopped moving as they reached their destination.

From the edge of the chamber, Isadora watched with her arms folded and that expression she rarely showed, one that of deep satisfaction.

"You know. I think we have this one in the bag. I have never seen monsters like these two before in my life."

Roy stood beside her, consulting his device as he nodded.

"You are right. Just look at the final scan results." He handed it over without ceremony.

She looked at it for a moment. Then she handed it back.

"Like I said. Monsters. Both of them." She said.

It was, from Isadora Sol, the closest thing to ’I am impressed’ that anyone in the Alliance had heard in a long time.

Not far away, Morgana walked alongside Cinder, jaw set, steps measured and deliberate. She wasn’t looking at Raiden. She was focused entirely on her own feet, on the technique her mother had drilled into her body until it stopped being a thought and became a reflex.

But once — just once — she glanced sideways at the guy with a complicated look.

Raiden was still walking forward with ease.

She looked forward again and walked faster.

In nine days, Woolie had broken his limits from training, from the simulated chamber breakthroughs, and the rest from moments he couldn’t always identify. A moment when Woolie took a hit from Lily and got up for the twelfth time. A moment when he covered Cinder without being asked. A moment in the middle of the night when Raiden woke up to find Woolie sitting awake, crackling quietly with electricity, practising something on his own in the dark.

Unknowingly, he walked so far in his journey to be the S Tier Terran.

"Hey, Woolie." Raiden said.

"Woolie?" What?

"I don’t think anyone can stop us now."

Woolie looked up at him. The violet electricity at his wool tips flickered once, like a small acknowledgement.

"Woo." ✧( - ̀ ω - ́ )

Obviously.

They were ready.

Ready for the final competition.

"Upgrade."

{Ding! Woolie Potential is being upgraded: A → S: 28/30.}