Max was under Belphegor's legion and for the last half a month he had been trained rigorously to be ingrained into military discipline.

The life in hell was much more Brutal than back on middle earth as the food provided to the army was rationed seriously and not nearly as good as the one on earth and while the lack of sunlight was fine for the first 5 days it really started to affect his psyche after one week had passed.

The difference in strength between the different tiers was nakedly visible to Max, as while everyone was given the same excercise which was to transport the sack of sand from one corner to another as a part of physical training , the ways in which different tiers approached the training was very different from one another.

The sack weighed roughly 35 killograms and the few hundred tier 0 men had to huff and puff and use all their strengths to drag the sacks from one end to another as transporting ten sacks took them roughly 1-2 hours .

For him at tier 1 , although he could successfully lift the sack over his back he still felt the pinch of the weight of the sack and after transporting all 10 sacks in roughly 10 minutes or so he felt a bit out of breath and strained. However compared to the tier 0 men it was still a much better performance.

For the tier two men , they could pick two sacks in both of their hands and needed only five small sprints to complete the task in little under two minutes as they seemed to take it as a laughing ordeal and nothing serious at all.

While for the tier 3 men , they could literally toss the sacks from end to end and be done with it in under 10 seconds.

Although after a rigorous training session max sometimes got a system notification that his strength stat had increased by 1 , it was still nothing significant compared to the strength of the colleagues a tier above him.

For max the various tier 3 colleagues that he saw around him were untouchable existances who he could only look upto and not even dare to approach and talk , however when he saw the same tier 3 colleagues take on one tier 4 general his worldview was completely shattered.

Even a 100 tier 3 warriors that were super fast and super strong in his mind could not scratch a hair on the body of the tie 4 general as although it was non lethal sparring , in just 5 short minutes all 100 of the men were on the floor writing their limbs in pain from the brutal beating.

As max looked on the ground to see the devastation left behind by the sparring , he felt horrified at the monsters battling . However if this was the level of just a tier 4 taking on a few tier 3 warriors , what exactly was the strength level of his brother at tier 5?

Max's mind stopped working at this question , he had seen many battles of his brother over the years and realised that the men he had seen in action were nothing compared to his brother , and although he had always seen him perform big moves as if it was nothing , it wasn't until he himself started playing Omega that he realised how difficult it actually was and how easy his brother made it seem.

Ever since Rudra had came back from capturing two villages and one town in one day , his reputation across all camps seemed to have soared. At every dinner table , at every training session , all that everyone talked about was the elites under shakuni and how amazing they were.

Hence when the marching orders finally came for max to participate in the coming attack on two small villages , he felt pumped and excited for the event.

He did not wish to remain weak for much longer , and in the immortal words of his own brother , war was the best opportunity to level up!

Max hence resolved to reach the peak of tier 1 by the end of tommorow's fight!

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( Meanwhile on the forums )

The war in hell was the hottest topic across Omega at the moment as apart from everyone who participated in the war , those who were skeptical and did not join it either wanted to know just how much everyone was improving in hell.

Naturally those who were in hell wanted to make those outside jealous and hence presented false reports of exaggerated incidences , but the truth of the matter was that it was progressing like an actual and proper war , where it took time for attacks to be launched and cities to be wiped and nothing like the usual warfare in Omega where entire kingdoms were toppled within a span of few weeks .

There was boredom for troops when they were not training and wrestling , hunting and gambling became common activities to kill the time.

Regardless, most people understood that this was how things were going to be in the future for mankind and that they must perform at their finest when their chance to battle came.

Rudra had not manipulated millions into a false promise of non existent realm level war , as the war was real , the map was for everyone to see and the demons were there to be killed.

The only question that remained to be answered now was that those in the second , third and fourth division who had not gotten an opportunity to fight yet had already lost 2 weeks of levelling time by coming to hell and if it would be another two months till their turn to fight came , they would have lost a lot of invaluable time.

In such circumstances what remained to be seen was wether or not the exp for killing a demon was worth it or not , as if it was not then many wanted to commit suicide and get out of hell as soon as possible.

The answer to that question however, depended on how the million strong came back after the attack on the villages tommorow.

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/ Bonus chapter for ending the month on rank 13 for GT last week.

Enjoy!

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