Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

This trump card of mine could only be called upon when I'm feeling extreme rage or anger—maybe even murderous towards a certain individual—but recently, I've been able to call upon it with a simple thought, and with some added effects if certain prerequisites were met.

I'm not 100% sure about what it actually does to my body but what I'm totally certain of was if there was a problem, it'd solve it.

But yeah, taking it with a grain of salt in conjunction with smelling salts—yes, pun intended—it had a similar effect to an extent and it didn't involve smelling something putrid, not to kink-shame or anything.

At this moment, Sebastian looked like he was ready to pull 14 plates right from the get-go, but before I could even check up on what the girls were doing, I felt something small hit me on my shoulder and I learned that it was a pack of sour gummy worms.

Logan gave me an upwards nod before saying loud enough for everyone to hear, "Alright. Everyone take five—"

Hearing that, Sebastian and I chuckled but Mauro rolled his eyes and instantly clapped back:

"Pussy-ass bitch."

"Shaddap! I'm not like you!"

"Fine! Give me some of that—"

"Fuck no! We're competing, right?! Honestly speaking, you're the one to beat here coz you got more than 100 pounds on everyone! Even I'm not even close to being in your weight class!"

"You fuckin' ass— The bet's here to determine total weight pulled not who's stronger pound-by-pound!"

"I know! I KNOW! That's why I'm choosing who to give my gummies to! I only have a few packets left—" then he was shocked to fuck when he saw me sharing the packet he gave me to the girls, "HEY! THAT'S— Nevermind…"

With that said, the packet he gave me only had enough gummy worms for a few of us: me, Kaley, Quinn, Tatiana, Megan, and Alexa, but luckily enough, Nancy and Edith didn't want one because they already tapped out from the weight Quinn and the rest were squatting and they were just here to mingle and enjoy the show.

In the girls' case, Tatiana could easily clear three plates on each side of the bar for five to seven reps while Kaley was still doing two plates each with Megan and Alexa for as many effective, slow, and paused reps as possible.

But yeah, in the corner of my eye, I discovered that Kuzma was going at it alone on the bench Mauro was in earlier, and he had two plates on each side, doing paused reps with proper form. He didn't seem too interested in our one-rep max competition or watching the girls learn from Quinn like everyone else, but he'd talk either with the cadets or the De Leon Family goons when he's taking a short break.

And once the five-minute break turned into a fifteen-minute break was up, instead of piling in a plate on each side—which Sebastian very much preferred—Logan decided to ease into it and get a total of 600 pounds(272.72 kilos) to be pulled including the bar.

These small increments went on and on until we reached the 675-pound mark—where Logan failed twice but succeeded on the third try, where Sebastian succeeded on the first try with two reps but decided to call it quits, where Mauro pulled wearing the belt he got from Clyde, and where I failed on the first try but succeeded on my second by doing the sumo stance—my second trump card.

Logan was just out of breath:

"Haa… Ha… You fucker… Y-You're already doing that— Ha… T-That weird shit and you pull sumo?! God fucking dammit!"

"Then pull fucking sumo!"

"Nuh-uh! I'll die on this fucking hill! Conventional is the way to go!"

Mauro scoffed, "Then die on that hill yourself. Wanna do more increments or do you wanna go straight for 700 pounds? It's just a 25-pound increase, no biggie…"

Sebastian cut in, "Please, let me do the honors… I would've loved to pull with you all but I have duties tomorrow…"

"Yeah, yeah… fuck it, let's do 700! I can't PR but if I hit it, I'll match it. Doing this for fun anyway—"

"Excuses now? Fuck outta here~ Just put those clips on there so it'll be 701 pounds, at least."

"Ah, fuck— Yeah, yeah include those!"

With that said, it didn't take long before everyone else in the gym was shouting at the top of their lungs so that Logan could clear the last few centimeters of his final lift to lock it out, and once he actually did it, cheers erupted from all sides but his nose suddenly bled and he almost passed out. However, Mauro was quick enough to grab onto his neck before sitting him down and Kaley quickly responded—though all Logan needed right now was some air and a cloth or some tissues for his nose.

In any case, Mauro didn't miss a fucking beat as he quickly cleared the same shit Logan did a few seconds ago, and he was looking me straight in the eyes as he unhooked his belt.

It was now up to me whether I could beat him or not but I'd already gotten into the 500-pound club and the 600-pound club in a single session, everything that came after that was just a huge bonus. But yeah, not to shit on Logan but ever since I've used the sumo stance, everything felt 20% lighter. I ripped that shit off the ground with a little bit of skin off my thumbs and it was on the 750-pound(340.1 kilos) mark—almost 16 plates total including the bar—where I had to resort to using my last trump card for the night.

Mauro had already cleared 750 pounds and was just waiting for me to take my turn but I went over to Kaley who was leaning onto my Raptor and whispered into her ear.

"A-Are you serious?!"

"Yep."

"H-HERE?!"

"Yep."

"RIGHT NOW?! D-Don't you know t-that I'm sweaty right now…"

"Do you wanna see me pull 750 or not?"

My competitors and a few others were curious as to what I said to my Kaley but it seemed like Quinn and Tatiana heard what I said and they were offering themselves as tribute while dying-laughing.

In any case, I didn't want Mauro and everyone else to wait that long so as soon as Kaley agreed to my suggestion, I lifted her off the ground before I took a long and drawn-out whiff from her crotch after burying my nose in her fat mound, that made everyone shocked to fuck while Kaley was just red through her neck.

Needless to say, I had something much, much better than smelling salts and pairing it with my first trump card, I was basically double-dosing for this one rep max.

Mauro, Sebastian, and Logan just couldn't believe what I just did and they were more surprised by that compared to me lifting off 750 pounds like child's play.

Elsa, who was just simply watching throughout this competition was staring daggers at Mauro when he looked like he wanted to do the same thing to her.

"Don't even—"

"I-I WASN'T SAYING ANYTHING! AT LEAST, NOT YET!"

"AT THE BEDROOM, SURE! HERE?! NOT A FUCKING CHANCE!"

"DIDN'T YOU SEE HOW EFFECTIVE IT WAS?! I MIGHT BE ABLE TO CLEAR A THOUSAND POUNDS FROM THAT! THAT'S THE FUCKING DREAM, ELSA!"

"I'D RATHER YOU POUND ME A THOUSAND TIMES INSTEAD! THAT'S THE DREAM! BUT IT SEEMS LIKE I'M THE ONE DOING THE HEAVY LIFTING! PROBABLY THE SAME THING TONIGHT!"

"DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT! YOU KNOW I'M CUTTING, RIGHT?!"

"THEN FUCKING BULK AGAIN! I'LL FEED YOU A WHOLE COW IF I HAVE TO!"

Then Mauro did a 180, "You do know I get hard when you scream at me like that, right?"

Elsa had never rolled her eyes this hard, "THEN THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH, SMELL YOUR BUTTHOLE IF YOU HAVE TO!"

As the two were fighting, Kaley and I—much like everyone else was enjoying the show with some complimentary popcorn but I was trying to rest as much as possible. It was very easy at two plates each first but now, even a pound of increment felt like a ton of bricks and I'd have to be very careful so that I won't get injured.

'If I recall correctly, our brain takes around 20+ minutes to recover from lifting uber heavy yet we've been doing 5-minute rests— 15 minutes if we're lucky…'

Though long story short, for the sake of brevity, my final score was 16 plates total, and adding the bar into account, it was a grand total of 765 pounds(347.72 kilos) while Mauro cleared 20 plates total, and with the bar, it was 945 pounds(429.5 kilos) in total—though I'm pretty sure that if we do six weeks of programming, we could've achieved a higher number.

But yeah, it's safe to say that both of us were fucking close to passing out, and once we get back to our own rooms, it'll be a different type of life-or-death… but in a good way.