Bleached Invader - Chapter 3.1 (Patreon)

Realised that even though I gave the numericals in the earlier updates, I didn't give you guys the readers a reference to use. So here's the rough average numerical system I made for this story.

0 – Human

10 – Low-Class Base Hollow
50 – Mid-Class Base Hollow/Standard Unseated Officer
100 – High-Class Base Hollow
250 – Elite-Class Base Hollow

1000 – Low-Class Gillian
5000 – Mid-Class Gillian
10,000 – High-Class Gillian
25,000 – Elite-Class Gillian

100,000 – Low-Class Adjuchas/Standard Vice Captain
250,000 – Mid-Class Adjuchas
500,000 – High-Class Adjuchas
1,000,000 – Elite-Class Adjuchas/Standard Captain (Soifon)

2,500,000 – Low-Class Vasto Lorde (Advanced Captain Class - Yoruichi/Byakuya)
5,000,000 – Mid-Class Vasto Lorde
10,000,000 – High-Class Vasto Lorde (Stark/Shunsui/Ukitake) (Beyond Captain Class?)
25,000,000 – Elite-Class Vasto Lorde

100,000,000+ - Transcendent Being

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"…Actually thinking about it, I might have went overboard." Yukio gave a sheepish laugh.

It was night around and dark outside, just passed ten at night to be exact. And spread out over the couch were his purchases for today.

Not just over it, but spread out at the top and across the bottom as well. And he had a really big couch, like over twenty feet long big.

He'd spent a shit ton.

Large tubs of protein powder and protein bars of all flavours. Pre work out energy boosters, mass gainers, the works. Multiple boxes of large pre made meals filled with all the vitamins he'd need and of course packed with vital proteins.

Protein was the name of the day.

Those took up a third of the couch and the floor right beneath it. The next third of the massive couch was filled with tons of clothes. He'd practically outright bought out everything in his size and a few sizes above at the local high end sports store, he was even dressed right now in a pair of expensive designer jogging pants and designer tank top that showed off his pitifully noodle like arms.

And the final third of the couch was of course filled with a ton of new games and DVD's he picked up at the game store.

If he was going to be spending a full hundred days in his fullbring, he wanted all the entertainment to get him by that he could get his pitifully scrawny little hands on!

He'd spent two and a half million yen on everything in front of him. Which was if had his math right, over twenty five thousand dollars of US money.

"Pay to win is the best." Yukio laughed to himself happily. Sadly for the random poor shmucks of the world, that would always be true. All the effort in the world wouldn't let you surpass someone who put in the same effort, and had the resources to tip everything in their favour from the start.

It was like a game his other self played, that sadly didn't exist in this world. Called Runescape, an MMORPG. The max level a skill could go to in that game was ninety nine. Reaching a level of that normally, took at the very least weeks of diligent effort for that one skill alone.

But for quite a few of them, if you had the money to throw at it, you could hit the max level in a couple of hours.

That might have just been a game, but that same thing also applied to reality in many ways.

Like for instance, his good old dummy stand in Hiroshi had already managed to secure a nice penthouse apartment for him in Karakura Town, one of the most expensive places in the town, equipped with everything he needed and desired in a living space.

It hadn't even been ten hours, yet he already owned that place now. Admittedly, it wasn't quite up to par with his current residence, but it was still a very nice place that would be ready and furnished for him to move into within a couple days.

That was the power of leveraged resources.

"Speaking of leveraging resources though." Yukio hummed and held his hand out, summoning his fullbring gauntlets. He flexed his fingers and shimmering polygons swarmed around the items upon the couch, before disappearing a moment later.

And then he clicked his fingers and reality twisted around him as he appeared in the main command room of his Fullbringer world, where all his purchases now sat atop a large table in the middle of the room.

He clicked his fingers again, and two humanoid robots shimmered into existence in a shower of polygons, "Sort the clothes out, scan the games into the database and store the food away for me to use later." he ordered.

Without saying a word, they got right to it, making their way over and beginning to lift items up one by one.

They were the standard and weakest 'beings' he could summon within Invaders Must Die. Admittedly, the more reiryoku he used to create them, the stronger they would be, but in general they were still the weakest, and also the only creation he could control without issue.

All the other creatures he could make, were alien enemies from the games and much more powerful. He could control them pretty easily normally, but if he summoned too many of them, or if his concentration was messed up, they would revert to their programming from the base game.

That being kill any human in sight, including him.

That said, they were incredibly useful, and would prove much more useful in the future. Subordinates to take care of tedious things for him were always useful.

"Alright, time to get started then." Yukio nodded to himself, and clicked his fingers once more.

The world shifted around him as he warped through his world and appeared in a large futuristic gym.

'First things first, let's test out just how strong I am." Yukio mused, making his way over to the benching bar.

He dismissed his gauntlets, he didn't need them while within this world to access his power and wearing them augmented his physical strength. He wanted to get a feel for his base strength.

With a thought, the bench itself moved out of the way and shouldered his way underneath the bar. It was just the base for for the moment though.

He'd need to change that.

"Let's try three hundred pounds to start." Yukio didn't so much as think, as he did order the world around him into compliance. As he did, multiple weighted plates appeared on each side of the bar, totalling up to one hundred and fifty pounds on either side.

"Alright, let's try it out." the young blonde boy grinned to himself, lifting his arms up to grasp the bar over his shoulders, and then heaving up-

Rather easily.

He barely even felt any strain at all.

"So three hundred is pretty light for me, huh?" his grin widened as he tested out lowering into a squat, and rising back up to rest it on the resting clasps, "Right, let's try a bit more. Boost the weight to eight hundred pounds." he ordered.

The weighted plates on the bar shimmered once more, as more appeared and the weight was topped up. Yukio grasped the weighted bar once more and lifted it up. He had to strain a little but, but once again found himself easily being able to squat the eight hundred pounds of weight.

After that, Yukio doubled it to a full sixteen hundred pounds. And while he felt the strain of it, it wasn't even a mild strain and he was able to squat the weight without issue.

He next tried two thousand pounds, a full ton, and while there was more strain, he was still able to comfortably squat the weight without too much issue.

It was almost surreal how a scrawny little thing like him could so easily lift such a vast amount of weight.

More and more Yukio increased the weights on the bar until he began to struggle mightily. Until he could squat no heavier and almost felt his legs give out beneath him from the weight.

Twenty six hundred pounds.

Sweat dribbling down his face onto his tank top, Yukio after finding his maximum weight collapsed on his backside and panted deeply as he tried to catch his breath, "…That's not bad at all…" he huffed out with a grin.

He had not trained a single day in his life physically, yet he was capable of lifting and squatting nearly a ton and a half.

He could lift a small car above his head without issue!

That was incredible.

And to think that was without his gauntlets and boots. Or his new hollow mask! He could probably easily lift three or four times his current maximum with them, ten tons or so probably!

He could juggle small buses at that point!

"Just think of what I'll be able to when I actually have trained properly." Yukio laughed, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

So this was the grind his other self, or rather he was so obsessed with in his other life? The appeal truly dawned on him now!

It was just like having a powerful high level account in a popular game. And the relish he felt in watching his stat numbers rise! He loved games that he could New Game Plus with after gaining every boost he could and keep his stats, and then taking them all over again.

Just like Lightning Returns-

"Wait that's not a game in this world either." Yukio realised after a moment, that was a game his other self played an incredible game where the protagonist of the game got stat boosts and such from completing quests, tasks and such to absorb power. And couldn't go any higher at the end of the game, but upon completion could enter New Game Plus and start at the beginning with those already risen stats and do it all over again, albeit with much more reduced increases from the new game quests each time!

But that was what made it so damn worth it!

He relished in the feeling of raising his numbers!

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Twenty days passed, and despite Yukio's initial misgivings about throwing himself into training so much consecutively, it wasn't so bad at all.

In fact, it was a lot of fun.

"Come on! Come on! Come on! Last one! Get it up you pussy!" Yukio growled at himself, vein pulsing on his forehead and legs trembling as he rose up from a squat, a thick bar with two truly massive thick weighted plates on either side resting over his shoulders. Halfway through a squat, he almost felt his legs give out beneath him, before- "RAAAAAGH! TWENTY!" he roared like a beast and found a second wind as his stamina restored just a little bit mid squat through the restorative effects of his fullbring and surged up.

Up and up, to his full height and even higher as he lifted the bar up above his shoulders and held it aloft above him. And then there was a massive thundering bang as he stepped back and dropped it in front of him, the entire room around him shaking from the sheer force of the massive weights dropping to the ground. "That's what I'm talking about, wooh yeah!" Yukio cheered, slapping his chest and pumping his fists in two quick little jabs.

Five tons!

That was how much weight he just squatted and then lifted straight above his head!

He walked around for a good minute shaking out his arms and shoulders. He could outright feel the tears in his muscles, in his hands, his biceps, his shoulders and even his legs.

Each movement burned.

And yet it felt could, because the burn only lasted a little bit before it began to ebb away. Within another minute, it was gone entirely and he was fully healed.

And stronger than before.

And the fatigue and exhaustion he was feeling, disappeared as if he took a quick shot of energy drink. Yukio dropped to his hands and feet, "Simulate eight times gravity." he ordered.

And a moment later, the world itself shifted as the weight of everything increased. The very air pushing down on his back was almost stifling as gravity multiplied eight times over and tried to crush him into the ground.

Yukio let it for just a brief second, before extending back up into a push up, and then down, and then up, and then down and then up! Each time he went down he held it for a second or two, before rising up and holding it for the same time, before repeating it over and over again.

He repeated it fifty times.

Then took a fifteen second break.

Then performed another fifty push ups.

And took another fifteen second break.

Before repeating it a third time.

And then a fourth.

And finally a fifth.

Only then did Yukio allow himself to collapse on his back and give out a deep satisfied breath, "That was goooooood." he laughed lightly, his eyes flickering over to the side of the room where a massive television screen was playing a new ecchi anime.

A snort was drawn from him as he watched one of the minor antagonists on the screen, some perverted loser with a gauntlet that doubled his strength and power or something like that got knocked out in one blow by the main character, who then started talking with the perverts 'master', a hot older redheaded chick who wanted to recruit the main character to her group.

His eyes drifted away from the screen and for a moment he just stared at the ceiling, laying there and basking under the increased gravity.

That was a really good work out.

They all had been actually. And he had the results to show for it. Already his noodle spaghetti arms had practically doubled in size, his shoulders broadening out.

Not to mention his legs.

Twenty days ago he had scrawny little chicken legs and could wrap two fingers around his ankles, now they barely reached halfway around his ankles.

He could scarcely imagine how much his body would broaden out and bulk up from here on, he was only a fifth of the way into his planned training time after all.

He had a whole other eighty days to go!

Speaking of results though…

"Should I?" he wondered.

He was itching to see it, his numerical indicator of reiryoku. When he started, he'd done so with the idea of not looking at it at all until the full hundred days had passed.

His reiryoku was always passively in use, it was put into healing him after all while he worked out and all the functions going on around him within this world. And yet it passively regenerated almost as quickly. Every moment he was in here, his spiritual power was in use, and thus passively growing.

And at the end of every work out, he exhausted his spiritual power to near empty to help it grow further.

"Fuck it." Yukio laughed and decided to just go for it, "Bring up a scan of my spiritual power." he ordered aloud.

A split moment later, a holographic screen popped up in front of him, and his eyes widened at the number reflected back at him.

384,217.

Holy shit.

A near fifty thousand increase?!

'If I keep up at this pace and the increases are steadily around the same, then when I finish it'll be approaching six hundred thousand!' he gaped.

Nearly another double from what he started with!

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I was planning on cranking out some more of this tonight and attempting to reach chapter 5. Before focusing on something else again, but fucked my wrist earlier lifting a bunch of shit around since I've been getting some renovations done in the house and was too sore to continue for now. I had to wear one of my weight lifting wrist wraps just to write the stuff from today. Hopefully I can just sleep it off.