Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Entering the Transcendent! Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Entering the Transcendent! “So this is what it ans to be Transcendent!”
It wasn’t just about the imnse strength, but a breakthrough in one’s original structure, as genes determined the physical structure and strength limitations of humans.
To shatter these shackles required the construction of a new system.
Roger wasn’t clear on how true Demon Hunters achieved this, but at least in the world before him, the body he inherited followed the rules of this world.
Blood-red sinews grew within Roger’s body, and the process was extrely painful, akin to having one’s bones destroyed and then regrown.
Roger finally understood why the Green Grass Potion ntioned that a Transcendent Core must contain the spinal fluid of a Transcendent Being.
The initial destruction and mutation were just a prelude, much like the reforging of a weapon; first lting down, and the Third Tier was like being reforged anew!
Every second beca unbearably long. Roger wished he could just pass out, and slowly, he regained a bit of control over his body.
His hands frantically scratched at the ground, fingernails ripped off to reveal the bloody flesh underneath, but Roger continued to scratch as if he felt no pain with his nail-less fingers!
The flesh on the ground was worn away bit by bit, leaving a long trace mixed with bits of flesh.
Pain.
Was this truly the necessary path to becoming Transcendent?
If he had to do it all over again, Roger didn’t know if he would have the courage to go through it all.
“Hahaha!”
After a low growl, he suddenly laughed eerily.
“Comfortable. This is truly a delight.”
“Pain. Only pain can make feel alive.”
“This feeling is incredible.”
“Haha!”
His eyes beca unfocused, the yellow in his pupils showing infinite indifference…
And insanity.
Even after completing the Green Grass Trial, Roger didn’t know what he would beco.
In fact, with Roger’s initial preparations, the whole trial was relatively safer for him than for other Demon Hunters, despite so risks.
But the pain of the Third Tier was beyond what he had anticipated; the demonic bull monster’s level was much higher than Roger’s, and its spinal fluid was more than he could handle at this stage.
This was his body; any ordinary Demonic Hunter might have already collapsed into a mushy ss by now.
However, as ti passed, both Roger’s body and spirit reached their limits.
The floor was covered in countless bloodstains, but oddly enough, the fingertips showing bare bone were slowly regrowing.
This was the powerful healing ability from the demonic bull monster’s spinal fluid.
Growth, destruction, and so the cycle continued.
After pain and frenzy, Roger beca as silent as a corpse.
He opened his mouth wide, his body stopped struggling, and only his spinal column could be seen slightly rising on his back, moving inside him like a python.
Sweat poured out frantically and soon left a clear human-shaped watermark on the floor.
Roger’s entire body shrank considerably, his muscles withered, and his gaze scattered.
The transformation process couldn’t be separated from the support of energy. Normally, the energy in the Potion would be enough for a Demon Hunter to complete a transformation.
But the potency of the Demon Bull’s spinal fluid was too great. Roger’s transformation was far from over, yet the energy in the Potion was already exhausted.
“No!”
“If this continues, the trial will fail.”
“Severe dehydration of the body, no energy, the body will collapse during this process.”
“The bed!”
“The wooden bed that restores energy!”
A glimr of hope flashed in his eyes, Roger mustered all his strength, inching forward little by little.
Pain and weakness tornted him almost to the point of losing his ability to think, until all that was left was his chanical movent.
I didn’t know how much ti had passed.
A withered hand, like that of a zombie, pressed against the edge of the wooden bed.
Having crawled that short distance, Roger had exhausted all his energy; he didn’t even know how he had managed to climb onto the bed.
“Energy, I need more energy!”
anwhile, a strange woman who had been locked out of the door for several days suddenly felt sothing.
The fat on her body trembled violently, and beneath her pale skin, sothing seed to be writhing.
“What’s going on?”
In the darkness, the woman turned her head and looked at the land not far away with her narrow eyes.
The reddish-brown soil churned, and slowly the entire land began to boil like a pot of oil. This land seed to be connected to soplace unknown, and corpses continually erged from it.
The scene resembled an overflowing toilet, which was extrely uncomfortable to witness.
“What’s happening?”
The woman moved her obese body to the edge of the field; the bodies that tumbled out of the ground were all in a state of semi-decomposition.
However, once these corpses left the coverage of the land, they would instantly collapse into a pile of black ash, scattering with the wind.
It was as if the energy within their flesh had been completely drained by so unknown force.
“What have you done? What have you done to my house?!”
An invisible fear enveloped her whole body, and even the energy from her body was gradually drawn away as she moved closer.
“Open that door!”
“Open that damned door for !”
She roared furiously.
The scarecrow that had been standing at the edge of the field imdiately sprang into action. In just a few breaths, it crossed nearly a hundred ters to the front of the cabin.
It swung the scythe in its hand, chopping fiercely at the wooden door!
Crack!
With each strike, splinters flew. The scythe, capable of easily shearing through a handgun, was powerless against a thin wooden door.
In a desperate scream, the strange woman collapsed to the ground, exhausted. In fact, she was one of the many corpses buried in the field, with a mutation caused by an accident.
The bones were left outside to form the scarecrow, while the flesh shaved from the bones was what was buried in the field!
Roger was oblivious to everything happening outside, but just as he could barely hold on, a steady stream of energy erged from the wooden bed.
This energy seed to be bursting with vitality, but it also contained darkness and decay, which for ordinary people, was no different from poison.
But the spinal fluid Roger used ca from a demonic bull monster, a creature similar to a ghoul, only it was of a higher rank, and from the rotting death, it had purified a bit of pure life force.
It was precisely this bit of life force that Roger had chosen as the main ingredient for the Green Grass Trial.
The surging energy flowed within his body. With replenishnt, his body recovered at an extrely fast speed, his shriveled muscles beca full, and bones were repeatedly tempered and polished to beco as hard as steel.
The heart beat, Roger regained the sensation of his body, unlike the false illusions when he was in an aberrant state.
The strength of this mont was apparent.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Blood coursed, blood-red sinews spread inside his body, forming a core at his chest where tiny ends slowly connected to his original organs.
As ti slowly passed, his blood surged, endowing Roger with a touch of a non-human aura.
Finally, when everything inside him was complete, he opened his eyes; his yellow vertical pupils were intimidating.
He rose from the bed.
Crack, crack, crack!
Roger felt as if his whole body had suddenly grown taller.
He clenched his fists.
“Is this, being Transcendent?”
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