Chapter 895: Chapter 66 My Success and Your Failure_2
Chapter 895: Chapter 66 My Success and Your Failure_2
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Is the level above a chariot that of a War Machine?
An interesting arrangent.
Jason’s gaze swept over the description of the unmatched level Protection Against Evil, then focused on the description of ‘city, city outskirts, and so distant suburbs’.
He was very curious about where this city was and what it was called.
However, there was no mystical information.
Only reminders and warnings.
Related to the ‘Threat in the Darkness’?
Jason guessed, looking downward.
The Master level Glyph Replication not only increases the number of tis to three but also extends the storage ti to 7 days, and its power won’t weaken before it disappears; the activation thod remains unchanged.
This was naturally great news for Jason.
At least, until his ‘Physique Attribute’ reached so sort of limit, he had more ways to deal with situations.
"After the unmatched level is the Transcendent level, requiring 80 fullness and 20 Excitent of Feast?”
"Doubled directly?”
"Transcendent level?”
Jason frowned.
Transcendent is a fairly broad concept.
By ordinary people’s understanding, he would be considered transcendent.
Or rather, those who have touched the Mystical Side are all related to ‘transcendent.’
But what really is ‘transcendent’?
It is an existence that completely transcends normal human imagination, unthreatened by any ordinary ans—at least that is how Jason understands it.
And a skill’s ‘transcendence’ should also be the sa.
Directly doubled fullness and Excitent of Feast indicate that the transcendent level Protection Against Evil will undergo a qualitative change.
Undoubtedly it will be much stronger!
But the consumption is also unquestionably terrifying!
20 points of Excitent of Feast!
Even with just received Divine’s Body like ‘takeout’, it still requires a full five tis.
But Jason did not back down.
He was only excited.
"What could it be?”
With this thought, Jason’s mind began to drift back to the original replication world.
It had almost beco his habit.
Every ti his strength increased, he would think of that place.
"Lorde!”
Jason whispered this city’s na that ant so much to him in his heart.
He was so curious about it.
And he had so many speculations about it.
And… so much obsession with it.
Curiosity stemd from becoming a Night Watcher, learning Night Watcher skills from a giver, that teacher he had never t.
Speculation stemd from the hidden realities in the streets and alleys of that city which are beyond ordinary people’s sight.
Obsession stemd from that old Knight, who willingly burned himself for the na, yet read as ‘hero.’
Of course…
There was also hatred!
Shepherd, Black Goat!
Heh, heh!
Jason started to regulate his breathing.
He didn’t want to be dominated by emotions of hatred.
Without the strength for revenge, such emotions would only render him useless and powerless.
Strength!
Jason reminded himself once more.
Then, he began to forcibly enhance the [War Pattern. Prus. Griffin. Shadow Hidden Body Forging Technique] using his own Talent.
Death arrived as expected.
When he was adjusting his breathing as the practice required, the explosion occurred again.
The violent explosion made Jason burst from within.
Blood plasma mixed with minced at and bone debris flying everywhere.
For this, Jason had already gotten used to.
He knew this was a kind of excavation, transformation.
Each secret technique can be considered an excavation, transformation of the human body, enabling each practitioner to beco different from ordinary people, possessing powers and abilities ordinary people do not have.
And different thods naturally have different effects.
Ti?
Also different.
Gradual changes will consu more ti.
Drastic actions take much less ti.
Jason?
His way was ‘explosive.’
No matter how it was before, just ‘explode’!
Until the whole body adapted and withstood the power of this ‘explosion’, then it was a success.
This way, naturally, he didn’t need painstaking efforts.
Fast!
Unusually fast!
But also painful!
Unimaginably painful!
Yet Jason was used to it.
The pain now was far less than the pain when he was helpless.
He keeps pursuing strength not to prove anything; he just wants to be able to make choices according to his own thoughts when facing issues.
Naive?
Very naive.
Even inherently childish.
But that’s what Jason did.
Seizing the opportunity, pressing forward.
Die once!
Die ten tis!
Die a hundred tis!
When the body no longer explodes, Jason continues like a monster who knows no pain.
The hockey mask fell aside as his body burst, exposing Jason’s face to the air, clearly showing his now distorted face.
Distorted from the pain.
But still, Jason continued.
He danced clumsily on a needle’s point with the Reaper.
Every ti, the Reaper’s scythe skimd past his body.
Every ti, the Reaper’s taunting laughter passed by his ears.
Every ti, the Reaper’s vacant, hollow eyes pierced his soul.
But every ti, he stood up again.
Ti after ti.
After accumulating hundreds of tis.
He finally could face the sweeping Sharpness wind, gathering courage to release a scream belonging to his soul.
Roar!
The scream echoed, and in an instant, there was a change.
Roar!
A dark golden Griffin running on the wilderness shouted to the sky.
With powerful limbs thrusting against the ground, it leaped towards the sky.
Its feathers growing longer.
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