I Shall Cuck Everyone-Chapter 413: Aura Farming

As Jake stood in front of the massive weight, the entire gym seemed to pause. All eyes turned to him. People scanned his features and quickly pegged him as a vampire due to his red eyes. His average frame didn't look anywhere near capable of lifting half the weight he was eyeing.

"Hey, vamp. I was surprised to see one of your kind here—y'all don't even work out. But I think I get it now... you're one of those content creators, huh?" a burly man said, approaching him. The guy was jacked, easily six-foot-five and packed with muscle—but as he got closer, he realized Jake towered over him. Almost seven feet tall. And those crimson red eyes? They sent a chill down his spine.

A small crowd started forming around Jake. While most still doubted he could lift the weight, his presence alone made everyone uneasy. There was something off and dangerous about him.

"What are you waiting for? Trying to aura farm us or something?" someone joked from the back.

The entire gym burst into laughter.

Jake simply shook his head, bent down, and with a smooth motion, lifted the bar a few inches off the ground.

Silence.

Every voice in the gym was snuffed out instantly. No one said a word. Only one person had ever managed to lift that weight before—and that person was an S-rank Traveller.

Then, smirking, Jake hoisted the entire bar off the ground, raising it above his knees.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! HE'S NOT EVEN USING STRAPS!"

One of the gym bros screamed in disbelief. In over twenty years of lifting, he'd never seen anything like it. A guy with a much smaller frame than his was lifting two hundred tons like it was a warm-up.

Shock. Disbelief. Awe.

But Jake wasn't done.

With one hand, he started swinging the barbell like it was a set of dumbbells. In truth, it was heavy—even with Ki—but he made it look effortless. And the truth was, not even every Ki-user could pull this off. Lifting two hundred tons while standing still required monstrous control.

'No one noticed I'm using Ki... let's take it up a notch,' Jake thought.

He dropped the bar onto his foot, then used his right foot to kick it upward. Then his left. Then back to his right. He began juggling it between both feet like a soccer ball.

"STOP!"

The shout echoed through the gym like a thunderclap. Jake turned to see a furious female gym instructor storming toward him. She was fuming—tiptoeing just to reach his chest.

"Do you even realize how many rules you just broke? Those bars aren't designed to be stressed like that! What if the weights snapped off and injured someone?" she barked.

"My bad. I got carried away," Jake said calmly, stepping away from the weight.

Even though he made it look easy, the stunt had taken its toll. But that wasn't the point. He didn't come here to show off.

As people rushed over to talk to him—some trying to befriend him, others begging for his contact—Jake ignored them all. The whole spectacle had only one purpose; to draw attention and gather a crowd.

He hoped Alice would show up too.

But she still hadn't.

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On the third day of going to the gym, Jake still didn't see her. He even went to the grocery store she frequented, but again, no sign of her. Now, he was beginning to question the authenticity of the booklet the system had given him.

By the fourth day, boredom had crept in. The gym was starting to lose its appeal, and Jake was ready to call it quits. If he didn't see her today, he would find another way to reach her.

{Master, the booklet I gave you is correct.}

'I believe you. She's probably just busy. I checked her page—she hasn't uploaded anything in a while. She's likely preoccupied with other things. I'll figure something else out,' Jake thought.

That's when his eyes caught something in the Calisthenics section. A peculiar machine—one that had recently been brought into the gym. Jake had seen speedsters try it out before. It was brutal. Even the fastest among them struggled to keep up once the machine hit fifty percent of its max speed. The gym had installed it after complaints from speedsters who needed something to match their level.

Jake stood up and made his way toward it. As he walked, the murmurs started.

"Isn't that the S-rank guy with the strength ability? What's he doing here?"

"His ego's getting out of control. No way he thinks he can handle a speedster machine."

"He's gonna embarrass himself."

Jake ignored them, approaching the operator stationed at the machine.

"What's the top speed?" Jake asked.

"One thousand machs," the operator replied.

"Set it at one hundred machs and gradually increase it to the top."

The operator blinked in disbelief. "Y-You need to sign a contract. If anything goes wrong—if you die or damage the equipment—we're not responsible. And if you break it, you pay for it."

"That's fine," Jake said flatly.

Still stunned, the operator quickly handed over the contract. Jake signed it without hesitation. Just as a speedster was being tossed off the machine, the operator activated it for Jake.

Jake hopped on. The machine was idle at first, but without warning, the operator bumped it to two hundred machs instead of starting slow. The sudden burst of speed caught Jake off guard since he expected a smooth buildup from one hundred—but he quickly caught his rhythm and adjusted.

As the machine ramped up, so did Jake. But by the time it hit five hundred machs, he was starting to fall behind. That's when he activated his trick.

"Sanguine Steps," Jake muttered.

A crimson glow wrapped around his feet. Instantly, his movements blurred as he began hopping through space itself, syncing perfectly with the accelerating machine.

The operator's jaw dropped. He hadn't believed anyone in this gym could surpass five hundred machs. People who could usually had no reason to train in average gyms. And yet, Jake wasn't just keeping up—he was dominating.

Slowly, the speed was pushed to the maximum. Jake still kept up.

Word spread. Downstairs in the bodybuilder section, the muscleheads caught wind of the spectacle and rushed up to watch.

After a full minute, the operator began to ease the speed down, eventually shutting the machine off to avoid overheating. Everyone stood frozen, staring at Jake like they had just witnessed something divine. One question echoed in their minds:

*What is someone like him doing here?*

Due to his hairstyle change, no one recognized him or connected the dots. But that didn't stop the whispers.

Jake hopped off the machine, grabbed a towel, and casually wrapped it around his neck. He didn't say a word.

But just as he was about to step out of the Calisthenics section, a voice—smooth, feminine called out from behind him.