With gritted teeth, Tyrion commanded.
"System, upgrade Nine Sky Thunder Blade to the highest level."
[Upgrading Nine Sky Thunder Blade to Ultima stage]
[-600,000]
[Upgrade successful.]
Tyrion's heart bleed as he saw the six hundred thousand damage points he had worked so hard for reduce into re thousands.
Only he knew how much injury he had sustained to earn more than half a million damage points, only to have it sicked away like water.
His eyes reddened and as the bitterness settled in.
"The Nine Sky thunder physique contains secret to becoming a FiendGod. Since I've upgraded it to the highest level, my strength should drastically and I might even be able to reach the first statue."
As the bitterness faded from within him, Tyrion waited in anticipation.
One second, two seconds, ten seconds.
However, there was nothing...
Tyrion's face started to turn green. "Have I just been scamd by my system?"
Just as this thought was festering in within Tyrion's brain like an infectious disease, Tyrion felt a sudden deep sharp sting from his entire body.
"Suuu!"
It was too sudden that Tyrion didn't have ti to anticipate it, making him gasp in pain.
Just when he thought that was the worst it could get, pain that was over a hundred tis more painful than that overwheld his entire body.
"Hmph!"
He hurriedly bit his lip, to muffle and keep himself from screaming however, his body spamd and shook desperately.
It was as though an hydraulic press was crushing every single cells in his body.
A strange energy passing through his body, burning every inch of flesh, bones and blood.
It started to compress his blood to form a small red crystal. The red crystal of unknown poser started growing in size within him
The pain was even more worse in his head. His head pounded hard as he felt a strange force trying to break so sort of barrier that was previously well hidden in head.
"Bang, Bang, Bang,"
However, the force wasn't only just trying to break a barrier but seemingly attempting to crush the barrier as well as his brain!
Blood started seeping out from his eyes as though he was crying blood. His nose wasn't left out of the brutal ramming either. His nose, eyes, ears and tongue all faced the sa brutality however, it was his brain that was even more painful as blood spilled out of his orifices.
Tyrion's body tremble like a plucked string.
When he got used to the pain and the pounding, Tyrion imdiately looked inside his body and was shocked at what he was seeing.
Usually, his cells were always replicating, dividing into nurous cells which also divided into more nurous cells, almost infinitely, replacing damaged cells with intense speed, that was the main source of his regeneration.
However, currently his cells were being compressed by an invisible hand. Instead of one becoming two, now two was becoming one and then another two of those were becoming one.
This went on for four interactions before cell seem to be fully compressed.
In that instant, every single one of his cells beca the compression of four more cells as they were being squeezed by so sort of invisible hydraulic press.
The explanation didn't seem painful in the least, but Tyrion could have sworn that this was the most pain he had endured so far. Not even his spine severing in half or being burnt to crisp could compare to half of this.
The painful sensation in his body stopped, but the pounding sensation in his head; brain, ears, eyes and tongue didn't reduce in the slightest.
Infact, the completion of the compression of his cells seem to have given them more urgency and strength as they rampage and ravage through Tyrion's head.
If it weren't for the fact that he possessed a regeneration trait, he would have been blinded, deaf and his sense of taste would have beco bland forever.
However, as the damages to his eyes, nose and tongue increases, the more his body heals the process but Tyrion reduces his regenerative ability drastically.
Although it seed as though the situation was, he had a feeling it was a good thing and constantly healing himself would only increase the process, thereby elongating the pain ti.
As for the pounding in his head, Tyrion had) continued to observe the process with scrutiny. His head was the most delicate part of his body.
While his heart can be destroyed, he would instantly regenerate from it. However, if his head was destroyed, he would die for real.
This made Tyrion very cautious his head.
The sudden surge of energy suddenly gathered above his forehead, turning into a crimson lump that swelled visibly above his head.
It was as though it was gathering energy and preparing for so sort of final and ultimate attack.
Tyrion's face changed slightly and he imdiately sort to stop it. If the energy ramd into his brain and turned it to a mush, he would definitely die and even if he was lucky, he would turn into an instant vegetable!
However, there was nothing Turin could do.
"BOOM!"
The lump of energy on his forehead catapulted into his brain like a stream of jet.
Tyrion's body jolted and his eyes imdiately rolled backwards as a ringing sound occupied his mind as though a war bell had rung inside of his head.
Tyrion's body swayed and imdiately dropped to the ground like a log of wood.
It was unknown if he was dead or not.
[Status updated.]
...
[God-level Healing Factor] (1,000,000)
[Na: thuselah Tyrion]
[Life-Level: Primordial Thunder FiendGod]
[Innate Traits];
[10,000× regenerative cells]]
[Supernurary (100,000)]
[Self Replication (100,000)]
[Damage Points: 6,999]
[Cell Activated: 0%]
[Blood Demon Arts: Air Canon]
[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection thod]
[Cell Tempering Technique: Demonic Blood Tempering Art(Max lvl) Special Effect(s): Tiger Beast Morph.']
[Combat Arts:
Nine Sky Thunder Blade(Max level)
Phantom Leg Art (Max lvl),
True Berserk Explosion (Max lvl),
Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl),
Tiger Beast Morph(Max lvl),
Tactical Retreat(lvl 1)]
[Occupation: Open pervert]
[Remark: That's more like it]
...
Abruptly, the blur that had veiled his vision dissipated, replaced by a dazzling eruption of clear enhanced colours that assailed his eyes in an overwhelming surge, montarily blinding him.
It was though the colours of the surroundings had deepened by more than ten tis!
A plethora of colours, so entirely foreign and beyond his prior comprehension, radiated towards him, each twinkling with an intensity he had never witnessed before.
He hadn't had the opportunity to process this visual onslaught when an acrid, nauseating stench enveloped him, so potent it threatened to render him unconscious.
His head swam, and he beca acutely aware of an explosive onslaught within his mind, a symphony of sensations and stimuli invaded his mind. His head felt faint.
As Tyrion struggled to regain his bearings, he noticed sothing strange happening to his vision. The once-chaotic colors began to coalesce into intricate shapes and srizing patterns, weaving together in a kaleidoscopic spectacle that engulfed his entire field of vision.
But just as abruptly as it had materialized, this strange display vanished, leaving him in a state of profound disorientation and bewildernt.
But there was no ti to dwell on that, as the sound of fighting grew louder and more intense. Tyrion could feel the vibrations in his skull, and the pressure building up inside his head was almost unbearable.
And then, just as he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the sound abruptly stopped.
As he panted, slowly regained his composure, Tyrion realized that he was hearing things the fight happening about 5 kiloters away from him.
He could hear the sound of discussion as various teams spoke of their plans of snatching treasures from him and others.
It was as if his senses had been dialed up to a hundred, from a one!
Although, it caught him off guard, Tyrion felt it must be a mistake.
Propping himself up with his hands, he stood up unsteadily on his legs. His parched throat and empty stomach made him acutely aware of his thirst and hunger.
Despite feeling weak and barely able to stand, Tyrion groaned, summoning the strength to take a tentative step forward, hoping to regain his balance.
However, as his foot made contact with the ground, the ground beneath his feet shattered into powder and beneath it, the ground gave way as though it was made of clay.
"Bang!"
A muffled explosion echoed as dust spread out like clouds.
The ground instantly cracked in spider webbed manner.
Countless fragnts of sand flew in different directions like deadly shrapnel, adding to the chaos of the mont. Tyrion paused his movent.
Remaining still like a statue, his brows furrowed in confusion and his expression revealed signs of shock as well as surprise.
The fact that his he was still underneath the pressure of the first statue didn't co to him. Tyrion was only focused on how his strength had increased so drastically.
"Is this the strength of a FiendGod? Why is it even more terrifying than what Vander had Jason had told ?"
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