Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Jogging Change

5:30 AM. In the neighborhood where the Creed household is in. Young Alexander with the motivated Milla could both be seen jogging in street areas that could be considered safe.

This was a relatively rich and lowkey neighborhood so it had ample enough security. How could thugs even think about robbing a neighborhood that normally shouldn't be on their radar of targets?

Even if they did want to go low with their efforts, they'd find that the security in the San Fernando neighborhood is much strategic and scarier than the ones at established glamour-hoods.

It was sanctioned between unappealing and heavily fortified, so the morning runs weren't much of a hassle of safety for jogging grade-schoolers.

Still, it was better to be cautious as these hidden rich people could also be unhinged when doing crimes. He did not want someone harvesting his organs or being kidnapped and played around by a fellow rich rich man who happens to be a homophobic, pedophile.

As such, Milla and him just went back and forth in the street with familiar people that Alexander was sure to not have weird kinks. This was the safest method possible as he didn't have superpowers and little Milla didn't have the empowering T-virus

"I've become an aberration of timelines and chaos, however, I have not become Superman." Alexander muttered as he jogged and enveloped himself in the cool morning air. He was keeping through to his goal of being fit and healthy.

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Of course, as he was used to this early morning routine after a week or so of discipline but apparently, so were his neighbors.

"Morning, kids! Win an Olympic for our country. I'm sure you can do it." This was something a beer-bellied neighbor hollered while throwing out his trash.

"You've got potential, kid! I'm sure you'll be the school jock and have the pretty gals hounding at you. Just like how I was back in the day." This was what an old man said when he went out for a morning walk and saw the diligent boy.

The old man also remembered Milla and Old Sullivan's quirk as well. "Although you already have little gal running around with you, it's best that you diversify and not follow your grandpa's fixation on one woman."

Of course, Alexander would just give his regards to this rich, lowkey alternate of high-profile Hugh Hefner.

Little Milica had no idea what the old man was talking about as her mind was all about a star's fit body to make it to the top.

Of course, the old man wasn't just the only weird man along the neighborhood as there was a weird sports guy.

"Take this card, boy! I'm a local baseball coach and you're the ace player we need. I just see that potential in you." A man jogged beside Alexander. Stuffed the card into his tiny hands and ran away without stopping to convey mysteriousness.

Even Alexander felt that this scenario was familiar with all the sports animes and mangas he had binged through whenever he was bored in CREED

"I won't be fooled, though!" He muttered while running until he reached his daily quota.

Still, he didn't forget to note the "mysterious" coach figure as he should be a potential consultant for the future comic franchises of baseball he has in mind.

There are also other sports mangas to be plundered and open up a sport demographic into the Creed potential market.

Even in a casual morning jog, Alexander did not forget to refresh his mind with potential business opportunities.

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Apart from these streetside encounters, there would also be discussions being centered around the jogging children from afar in the comforts of their house.

An example would be a married couple who noticed the newly sprung up day-to-day routine from afar.

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"The boy is amazing, isn't he?" The wife asked. "Who's kid is he, anyway?"

"He's old Creed grandson. I heard that the poor kid just lost his parents from an unfortunate accident." The husband answered. "He must be running to forget his loss."

"Don't you think you should push our boys to do these manly kinds of things too? Our boys seem lazy compared to that Creed kid. They are all Atari this and Atari that." The wife grumbled and nagged. "Those games are poisoning them. We better do something."

The husband sighed in frustration. "What can we do? It'll probably be when they'll be orphaned before they could be like old Creed's grandson."

"Don't say such nasty things, Richard!" The wife yelped from her husband's ominous words. She'd rather have his boys be poisoned by games than herself being dead.

As the two mantises were commenting on the jogging cicadas, they were unaware that an old oriole was whisperingly grumbling. "These two fools clearly don't realize how far apart and abnormal old Creed's grandson is."

Old 'Oriole' could only lament at the unfairness of things. He just bragged to Old Sullivan about his grandkids learning fishing over the summer and what did he get in return...

Old 'Oriole' was stumped with Creed Comics sales reports and how that insufferable Sullivan was humble-bragging with facts about how his amazing little grandson did it all.

It was way too frustrating that he almost had a heart attack.

His 'oriole' grandkids could not explain why from then on but their doting grandpa seems to always be disappointed at whatever they do.

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The couple banter and the lamenting old patriarch went unnoticed to Alexander, who probably wouldn't care much for it.

His morning run routine went on and would probably continue throughout the days as a habit.

Although he always had well-taken care of his body in the past-future, that didn't mean that he didn't work hard for it.

Alexander could still remember with his memories that he started to exercise and all that when he was in his teens. It was the time for vain girls pining over hot guys with abs after all.

He just took to himself to start the bodily maintenance earlier and find out what effects it could give him in the long run. It may even result in unexpected gains in proportions and all that.

Of course, he didn't want to go full Dwayne Johnson and Terry Crews. Those abnormal physiques are way too much for him, so those swimmers' physiques from Free! are what he is aiming for.

He also won't stop when he was in his 40s again. Alexander was now the little boss that is running companies after all and having a balanced physical life should translate to a well-maintained stabilities in whichever companies that his re-life is set to be advantageously given to him.

Alexander had pretty much routed out how this new running regimen would change the structure of his future.

As for Milla, who was gasping from being out of breath, she was probably imagining her future as well. Although it would be much childishly dreamier than his.

Thinking back on her gasping but determined image now, Alexander likened her to how Deku had a grueling training montage, only to eat All Might's hair.

Deku became an all-rounder superhero while Milla would still probably be the zombie-slaying type.