Rosetta closed her eyes, quietly waiting for the activation of the field.
For a Transcendent of her level, especially for someone like Rosetta, physical training had long since reached its peak.
However, if viewed with the naked eye alone, Rosetta’s figure didn’t appear particularly robust or strong; in fact, clad in armor, she might even look a bit slender.
Coupled with her pure, snow-like beauty, sometimes, despite being just over thirty, she could even resemble a youthful maiden in the prime of life.
If news of her advancement to the Sanctuary hadn’t spread across the continent early on, some foolish people might not have even regarded Rosetta seriously.
After all, by the standards of a powerful knight’s aesthetics, the Scarlet Rose of the Kingdom of Lensa was far more fitting.
A tall figure nearly 1.8 meters, the sight of her in armor alone would strike fear into anyone at first glance.
Such a presence on the battlefield was enough to terrify with just a look, making her fame naturally widespread.
But in truth, in terms of physical training, Rosetta surpassed Maria.
Once her armor was removed, the lines of muscle honed and compressed to their utmost would leave onlookers speechless, doubting whether the woman before them was even human.
To give an example, let’s take Roman.
Roman was a typical… Transcendent with not a hint of physical training.
Without his clothes, he looked like a lamb stripped bare, skin as smooth and fragile as porcelain, and to the touch, so pleasing one could only sing its praises.
As for muscle definition…
The only thing visible on Roman’s back were the butterfly bones that stood out when he moved.
In short, he only made people think of freshness and tenderness, not strength.
Rosetta was the extreme opposite.
By her own design, she continuously trained her muscles, compressing them until they barely appeared at all.
This left her without the large, solid muscles of bodybuilders, and her physique still seemed somewhat slender.
But in exchange came an almost exaggerated muscle density and explosive power capable of shattering mountains with a single punch.
Compared to flashy, useless muscles, Rosetta pursued only what was practical.
Of course, she also believed that compared to so-called bodybuilders, she was more beautiful—slim in clothes, muscular when undressed, and the lines of her body also made her appear exceptionally strong.
Grabbing her shoulder with one hand, Rosetta closed her eyes and began her warm-up.
First, she rotated both arms in circles, a chorus of creaks and cracks echoing out, then bent forward to do a series of leg stretches.
After a full set of warm-ups, the field she’d been waiting for finally arrived.
A thousand times gravity pressed down.
Rosetta’s expression didn’t change, but her upright body involuntarily sank.
For her, normal training had long since lost its meaning; only through using such a Gravity Array could she continually challenge her limits and surpass herself.
After a burst of crackling sounds, Rosetta finally regained normal movement.
What did a thousand times gravity mean?
For a person weighing 50kg, in this environment, they’d become 50 tons.
Just imagining the consequences was terrifying; an ordinary person without Transcendent talent would be crushed instantly.
Even most Transcendents below the High Rank could struggle for a few seconds before being crushed, unless they possessed a Sacred Seal related to pressure elimination or lightness.
Even High-Rank Transcendents would be in grave danger without countermeasures in such an environment.
Across the entire Saint Key Knight Order, fewer than ten people could last more than a minute under a thousandfold gravity.
But Rosetta, after just a few seconds of adaptation, was able to walk, run, and even do push-ups and sit-ups as if nothing was amiss.
The most terrifying part was that, for most who could endure it, even surviving was extremely painful and uncomfortable.
Yet Rosetta’s face showed not a hint of emotion, and not a drop of sweat formed on her cheeks, neck, or back.
After running ten kilometers, doing a hundred push-ups, sit-ups, and various stretching exercises as if nothing were wrong, Rosetta finally rose from the ground.
Rotating her wrists, Rosetta walked toward the barbell resting nearby.
As mentioned before, this was a thousandfold gravity environment.
Under such conditions, a human’s weight could be multiplied into the tons.
For ninety-nine percent of people, performing weightlifting here was a death wish.
But Rosetta belonged to the remaining one percent.
Expressionless, she lowered her head, gripped the barbell’s handle, took a deep breath, and lowered her legs, pouring power into her arms.
In the next second, that ridiculously heavy barbell was raised by Rosetta to neck height.
Dropping to one knee in a martial stance, she exerted herself again, lifting the ton-weight barbell above her head.
She slowly straightened both legs, and after standing with eyes closed for about a minute, she finally set it down gently.
She didn’t dare drop the barbell directly—though the floor here was reinforced, this level of force wouldn’t damage it.
But everyone nearby would be in for a shock, likely thinking an earthquake had hit.
“Huff… huff….”
After lowering the barbell, Rosetta finally began to breathe lightly, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm.
Even someone as strong as Rosetta now felt her head spinning, her body unbearably heavy, almost unable to move another muscle.
Yet in this environment, she could only force herself to endure a while longer; after estimating nearly an hour had passed, she knew that collapsing now would render all previous effort in vain.
And so, Rosetta stood as still as a statue.
A few minutes later, the thousandfold gravity field finally ended.
Rosetta squinted, feeling the morning’s coolness and gentle breeze, her heart peaceful and content.
So-called training wasn’t just for the body; more importantly, it tempered one’s ability to withstand pressure.
That’s why she forced herself to endure until the end just now—that was the meaning of her final minutes of perseverance.
A truly powerful warrior must possess more than just a strong body.
Without a heart that matches its strength, she is doomed to accomplish nothing.
The Stigmata of Justice slowly activated, nourishing her body and continuously restoring her expended strength.
Once replenished, her physical power would grow yet again.
Today, too, was a day of progress.
Rosetta thought with satisfaction.
As an Ascetic, this was the most fulfilling moment of her day—striving further even at the pinnacle, day after day, year after year.
The strength Rosetta possessed now was by no means gained solely through her Transcendent talent.
Once her recovery was nearly complete, Rosetta stretched and fully relaxed her tense body.
SPLASH.
Like a channel suddenly opened, accumulated sweat instantly soaked her body, all the moisture locked in her muscles finally released.
It was as if she’d taken a sweat bath.
The silver-haired, flawless White Knight was now brimming with wild vigor.
So comfortable…
Rosetta thought again with deep satisfaction.