I Am The Strongest In All of Xadia!

New Life

[2 Weeks Later]

Cooler woke up quite early. He had for a while now. He got out of bed and began stretching. He didn't want to pull a muscle while training. He began his work out routine that he had adapted during his recovery. 1000 push ups, 1000 crunchies, 1000 lunges, and 3 laps around Katolis for 3 sets. At the end of it all, he would meditate. He would imagine himself back during his battle with the super saiyan, correcting mistakes and improvising new strategies. Not only did this strengthen his mind, it had allowed him to strengthen his body. As he began his work out, he began to think about his last 2 weeks in Katolis.

He learned of the pentarchy and the other kingdoms. He also learned of Xadia and the conflict between magical creatures and dark magic.. It mattered not to him, but knowledge is knowledge. He had also gotten acquainted with more people. He spoke to Viren who was intrigued by what he was. Cooler could tell that he was just like Frieza, but not nearly as whiney. He had met Viren's children, Claudia and Soren. Claudia followed in her father's footsteps, becoming a dark mage. Soren had picked the profession of a soldier. Despite being a lowly ape, Cooler had a sliver of respect for him.

He had also met Calum, one of the two princes. He was simply trying to find his place in the world. He, however, could draw on a next level caliber. Dare he say that it was masterful. Calum didn't like being around him much because he was "Scary."

That brought Cooler to the last individual he had met and he was a pest. Ezran. Ezran had been nothing but a nuisance since day 1. Cooler was given "Jelly Tarts" from the local Baker. He was awoken by the sound of something falling over and when he went to investigate, Ezran had run off with his tarts. Cooler tried time and time again to catch Ezran, but no matter how hard he tried, it would never work. It angered him to no end.

Cooler finished up with his final lap around Katolis and began to head back. On his way back, people gave him fearful looks. Good. Cooler enjoyed being feared. It meant that he had control over the people. Control meant that he would continue to get jelly tarts and other exotic food.

He saw a man giving him the side eye. This would not do. He called him out. "You there."

The man looked around confused before pointing to himself. "Yes you, ape. Come here."

The man looked around before walking out infront of Cooler. Cooler stared down on the man, being slightly taller than him. "Do you have an issue with me?"

The man looked down and around, avoid the question. Cooler began to grow very angry, very quickly. He grabbed the side of his head and forced him to look at him. "Answer my question, boy!"

The man gave Cooler a defiant look. "Why do you want to know, freak."

Cooler's angry look dropped and his face went still. He then grew a smile and began to laugh. "Now that's funny."

Cooler began to squeeze harder on the man's head. The expression of the man went from anger, to pain, to fear. Cooler grew a sadistic look in his eyes as he continued to squeeze. "Do you want to see your own brain?"

The man began struggling to get out of Cooler's grip, feeling his skull being crushed. "Please let me go! I'll do anything."

Cooler feigned shock. "Oh, you will?"

The man began rapidly nodding. "In that case, I never want to see you out on these streets again. Do I make myself clear, lowlife?"

The man was basically screaming at this point, due to the sheer pressure on his head. "I will! I will! Please let me go!"

Cooler tossed the man a few feet. He stared down at him with a look of disdain and disgust. "Good."

Cooler continued his walk to the castle, as if nothing had happened. He entered through the grand doors and began to his room. He passed by one of the windows and saw Calum practicing combat with Soren. 'Such sad training. How can he expect to get better if he forfeits so easily?'

As he snapped out of his thoughts and continued walking. He had learned about something in this world that sets it apart from others. The existence of magic. He saw it as a great gift bestowed upon the elves. Perhaps he could recruit many for the new armored squadron. Then there was dark magic. Unlike regular magic, Cooler saw it as a cruch. It used the life force of other creatures to cast magic, while also being detrimental to the user, corrupting them. Cooler had no need for such a liability.

He got to his room and entered, closing the door behind him. He sat down and began to meditate as per usual. As he began remaining his battle, he tensed up and began sweating as if he were actually fighting. He began to tense up further, a silver aura enveloping himself. It stayed this way for several minutes, until he sensed someone coming.

A soldier opened his door as he powered down. "Lord Cooler."

Cooler opened his eyes and looked up at him, sweat rolling down his head. "Yes, what is it?"

The soldier stood up straight and stared forward. "King Harrow has requested your presence."