Ruler of the Supreme

The next day, the familiar chill of the training room enveloped Asmodeus and Alpha Omega. Asmodeus, his mind buzzing with the previous night's revelations, felt a renewed sense of purpose.

"I need to gain more power," he thought, his gaze fixed on Alpha Omega. 

In the game, I excelled as a magic swordsman. I'm proficient with a blade and adept at weaving spells. But Alpha… she's a master of everything.

He recalled the directive he had issued her in the game world, a command born of his insatiable desire for control. 

"I tasked her with mastering everything," he mused,

 "I was like a demanding father, pushing her to achieve perfection, relentlessly drilling her in every discipline. Now it comes in handy."

His focus returned to the present. He looked at Alpha Omega, his eyes filled with a newfound respect. "Alpha," he commanded, his voice firm, 

"teach me everything. Show me how to fight, how to battle. I want to learn every aspect of combat from you."

"Lord Asmodeus," Alpha Omega began, her voice precise and unwavering,

 "in martial arts, we must master the basics before progressing to advanced techniques. Just as a building with a weak foundation will easily collapse, so too will your combat skills falter without a solid base."

" As I am constantly at your side, you have not had the opportunity to refine your fundamental sword skills. Similarly, your magical accuracy is not yet perfect. And in any battle, the most crucial element is battle IQ, or fight IQ."

"Battle IQ?" Asmodeus questioned, his brow furrowed.

"Battle IQ, or fight IQ," Alpha Omega explained, 

"is the experience gained from countless battles, combined with our ability to adapt to our opponents. It is the application of accumulated combat knowledge to a given situation. It encompasses how effectively we adapt to an opponent's attacks, how we defend, how we dodge, and how we counterattack."

"You need to significantly increase your battle IQ," Alpha Omega stated, her gaze unwavering. 

"And you also need to deepen your understanding of the internal workings of magic. I suspect that our power systems have shifted upon our transfer to this new world. While we can still invoke spells by uttering their names, as we did in our previous reality, we should explore the possibility of enhancing this process."

Asmodeus's mind raced, recalling his past studies of magic.

 When I became interested in the game, I delved into the lore, he thought. Some texts describe magic electrical energy, a force that can be harnessed and manipulated. But in terms of game mechanics, we simply spoke the spell's name to trigger the system.

I believe the verbal incantations serve a deeper purpose. They aid in visualization. Just as the word 'apple' conjures an image in our minds, saying 'fireball' helps us visualize and materialize the spell. But what if one possessed exceptional visualization skills? Could they bypass the need for verbalization entirely? Could they simply think the spell and manifest it?

And with that thought, Asmodeus decided to test his theory. He focused his mind, visualizing a fireball. He started small, imagining a glowing ember, then gradually expanded the image into a ball of swirling fire. He extended his left hand, channeling his mental image into reality. A small, but distinct, fireball materialized in his palm.

Alpha Omega clapped, her expression unchanged. But Asmodeus knew better. She already figured this out, he thought, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. That's why she prompted me to think about the nature of magic.

 "You sexy little manipulator," he murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice.

The training session shifted to sword fighting basics. Alpha Omega patiently guided Asmodeus through fundamental stances, footwork, and strikes. They practiced for hours, the rhythmic clang of steel echoing through the training room.

As the day drew to a close, they returned to Asmodeus's bedchamber. The physical exertion of their training, combined with the mental stimulation of their magical experimentation, had ignited a different kind of fire. They spent the night entwined, their bodies moving in a dance of passion, their desires as sharp and precise as the swords they wielded.

The next day dawned, and Asmodeus, eager to expand his skillset, prepared for his training session with Alpha Omega. Their usual routine involved sparring, incorporating magic and swordsmanship, but today, Alpha Omega had a different plan.

"Today, my Lord," she stated, her voice devoid of emotion, 

"we will focus on the fundamentals of hand-to-hand combat."

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. 

"Hand-to-hand combat? Interesting , one has to know their own body potential instead of relying on weapons. But there times when weapons are more useful than our body."

Alpha Omega remained impassive. 

"Physical combat is a foundation, my Lord. Mastering it will enhance your overall combat prowess and provide a deeper understanding of movement and balance."

Asmodeus readily agreed.

I have level up as a magic swordsman and i have most skills on that class , but if this is like real world then maybe i can learn new skills without the class restriction.

Then it is a good opportunity for me to learn from alpha who is master at anything and everything. Maybe when i disguise myself i will use monk class , which uses hand-to-hand combat. 

Alpha Omega began by instructing him in the basics of boxing. She demonstrated the proper stance, the subtle shifts in weight, the swiftness and precision of the jab, cross, hook, and uppercut. She patiently guided him through the movements, correcting his posture and refining his technique.

Asmodeus found himself drawn into the training. The physicality of the movements, the raw power and speed, were exhilarating. He discovered a new appreciation for the human body, for the intricate dance of muscle and bone.

By the end of the session, Asmodeus was breathing heavily, his muscles aching. But he also felt a sense of accomplishment, a newfound respect for the art of unarmed combat.

Alpha Omega, observing his progress, remained expressionless, but a hint of approval flickered in her eyes.

The following days saw a gradual shift in Asmodeus's routine. He engage in hand-to-hand combat with Alpha Omega, a formidable opponent, pushed him to his limits, her movements precise and deadly.

They sparred relentlessly, focusing on footwork, evasion, and the explosive power of well-placed strikes. Asmodeus, driven by a competitive spirit, strove to improve, his movements becoming more fluid, his strikes more accurate.

Their training sessions were intense, but they were also a source of unexpected intimacy. The shared exertion, the mutual respect that bloomed between them, created a unique bond. After each grueling session, they would retire to his chambers, the physical intimacy a natural extension of their growing connection.

Asmodeus discovered that the physical exertion, the raw power and speed of their encounters, provided a release, a catharsis that complemented the intellectual stimulation of language learning.