[Volume 1] Nebula: Villainess of Never-ending Beyond

28. Gym, Boys, and Everything Nice

"I'm sure they suffered by not having enough screen time for us."

In the heart of the Megapolis stood an infamous gym known as the "Metrogym." This enigmatic establishment was more than just a place of physical training; it was a crucible where warriors of all walks of life tested their limits and sought ecstasy.

A woman with ponytailed sapphire-blue hair wearing a tight woman's gym wear showing the corners of her underwear conversed with the camera standing on a tripod, with a lens facing her hazel-brown eyes. Her body maintained a cola shape which grasped men's attentiveness and urge of imagination.

"How do I start this... Ummm... Hello? Welcome to my filler blog. I'm Ellen, and I'm completely disappointed not getting screen time for the past action, though that's not painted in my face yet," Ellen said, faking her smile. "I'm completely wary if I say something sensitive in this life, but rest easy Internet! You won't see me vomit here!"

Beyond her camera showed a preview, where she witnessed a person appearing behind her, silently staring. He stood tall 6'3" in height and had a gray hair undercut and buffy muscles which stole attention from Ellen's sexy body. His body was every bodybuilder's wish. The amulet he had for missions never left his neck. He stared coolly at the camera with his amber-colored eyes.

Noir turned back and dragged him to where the viewers could see him completely. "Gosh! He's so tall, I need to adjust my camera. Hello, everyone! This is Si... King! Yes! This is King. Though he's the silent type, he'll be accompanying me with full initiative in the following missions. Don't worry! Even if he doesn't talk, you'll enjoy watching him, for I have an idea how!"

Ellen pushed the hidden button behind King's amulet, which soon voiced random thoughts he never had. "Hehehehe, hello, hehehe, I eat lead."

"See! This should be fun indeed," Ellen nodded. "Even if you're on screen, you're still an invisible stud, hence you're losing screen time. Pray to tell! With this fanservice, we can retrieve back our lost cameos in the previous episodes!"

"I can't hear you over the sound of the lead I'm eating," King's necklace replied.

"You're not even eating anything," Ellen replied with a pout. She then turned to the camera and announced, "Well then! We'll start the real fanservice! First, what are the types of bodybuilders?"

Ellen took the camera and rounded the gym alongside Silence. They encountered a thin man running over a treadmill and averted his gaze the moment they made eye contact. Ellen smirked, "It looks like we had our first content, isn't that right, King?"

King nodded as the voice replied, "Yes, I think it's safe to say we've got our first bit of content. It's looking good so far."

Ellen orbited the man, as his sweat dropped down his scalp. While creating the scenic view alongside the stability of the camera, she commented, "What you're seeing now was an Ectomorph. They are Young Bloods with a lean and delicate body build. Just look at his thin and compact muscles, they're the type to question you about their physique, but they wield overwhelming power underneath. It's a wonderful sight! So tasty, no cap! What do you say, King?"

"Ectomorphs? Please, they're just skin and bones, trying to flex like they have something to show for it. Bunch of wannabes who think they have power when they're just fragile. It's a sad joke, honestly. Nobody cares about their 'wonderful taste', it's all just delusions."

"Hey, King, can you calm down? We're in a friendly livestream," Ellen replied, squinting her eyes at King. However, King has no way of telling her that it's completely different from what he thinks.

As they spectated the bodybuilder's struggle, Ellen's brain bulb lit up. "I have an idea! Why don't you show how you use the treadmill, King?"

"Let me guess, your big revelation is that treadmills aren't just for hanging clothes? I'd demonstrate, but unlike you, I don't need a machine to go nowhere fast. How about you step on one yourself and finally make some progress in life?"

"Language, please..."

King stood before the treadmill. Before he even took a step, he paced, already sweating profusely. With trembling legs, he darted his gaze that quickly marked exit. Ellen squinted and tilted her head, not even having a clue what King was thinking.

King's necklace replied, completely contrary to his actions. "Oh, look who's concerned now! How touching. But no, there's nothing wrong on my end. I'm just amazed that someone with your mental prowess even knows how to ask that question. I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day, huh?"

"Hey, King, are you messing with me," Ellen asked with a fake smile partially showing her gritted teeth as she briefly closed her hazel eyes.

King shook his head rapidly in panic, but the voice let out the confidence of its courage. "Oh, come on! Do you think I have the time or energy to mess with you? If anything, I'm just here dealing with your peculiar requests. It's not exactly my idea of a fun time, but let's get this over with."

Pointing the camera at King, Ellen commentated, "Sorry, viewers. It looks like our little King is having an internal conflict at the moment. It's too disappointing not to be able to witness the big man's workout. However, we can still have that completely delicious 'Oh My God' Mesomorph body type. Once you have it, a boxing or a wrestling ring would feel like home. Their stamina lasts longer than an average superman, from heavy-duty workloads up to shaking the bed."

"You're a creep," The necklace silently muttered.

With a flustered face, Ellen exclaimed, "W–What did you say!?"

Wandering around the gym, they witnessed another bodybuilder worthy of content. The man lifted a 90 kg barbell while solely relying on his rounded body and pulpy muscles. With King holding the camera, Ellen widened her hazel eyes inches away from the bodybuilder's bicep. Her slack mouth sucked a quick breath while she became suddenly still.

"Woah! Look at those nerves! What phenomenal pecs! A completely perfect Endomorph, a soft round build of body, and a high proportion of fat tissue. What do you say about it, King?"

The necklace boasted, "Well, it seems like you're fishing for something here. There are plenty of terms out there, some neutral, some less so. You could refer to someone as 'overweight,' 'plus-sized,' or, if you're feeling particularly bold, just 'obese.' It all depends on how you want to slice it. I'm not sure how you can taste human meat though, you cannibal."

Not suppressing her frustration, Ellen clenched her fists, stood up to face King, and exclaimed, "I should've brought a screwdriver to screw your little brain, you rusty clock! Was dumbness your sense of humor? For once, I'm amazed how Rox fed these shits to your data."

Though King waved his hand to stop Ellen's rage, the necklace didn't stop complaining. "Wow, look at you getting all fired up! It's almost adorable how creative you're being with your insults. If you think calling me a "rusty clock" is going to get to me, you might want to try a bit harder."

"I'm more human than you, brainless pea! My online character was lost because of you! Heck, these metals full of rotten thoughts won't even annihilate the world as Rox predicted!"

"Someone's pouring their heart out here. Being more human than me? That's rich! If you think I'm responsible for your online character's issues, maybe you should take a look in the mirror instead of blaming me?"

Ellen growled, "Grrr... Damn you!" This quarrel should've ended by turning off the voice. However, both of them were completely technology illiterate.

Due to their ceaseless argument, they didn't even notice the inconvenience they brought to the bodybuilder whose arms shook. The silence they should've contributed to the bodybuilders' focus and their rants caused a viral incident.

Ellen noticed the shadows of the long pole with weights attached to its ends enlarging in mere seconds. When she turned back, the barbel in the sky rotated to the point where the two weights were projected directly towards them.

An unusual end... The livestream ended with a cracked lens.