Multi-Gene - Chapter 849: wrong

However, Tyrion shook his head and focused. Right now wasn’t the to be thinking about how to earn more damage points.

“Berserk Explosion had been reduced to level 3 from its previous max level.”

He previously hadn’t noticed this before because he had been too excited previously in his achievement of unlocking the Dual Berserk Explosion technique.

“Upgrade Berserk Explosion to max level.”

[100,000 damage points deducted.]

[True Berserk Explosion (lvl 3) —> (Max lvl)]

…

[God-level Healing Factor] <upgrade>(1,000,000)

[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]

[Innate Traits]; .

[10,000× regenerative cells]<Passive>

[Supernumerary (100,000)<Activate>]

[Self Replication (100,000)<Activate>]

[Damage Points: 516,999]

[Life-Level: Dual-hearted Super Human]

[Cell Activated: 86%]

[Blood Demon Arts: Air Canon]

[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method]

[Cell Tempering Technique: Demonic Blood Tempering Art(Max lvl) Special Effect(s): Tiger Beast Morph.’]

[Combat Arts: Nine Sky Thunder Blade(4th level)

Phantom Leg Art (Max lvl),

True Berserk Explosion (Max lvl),

Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl),

Tiger Beast Morph(Max lvl),

Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]

[Occupation: Open pervert]

[Remark: There’s more of you?]

Instantly, a flood of memories rushed into Tyrion’s brain and a different set of blood circulation art appeared clearly to him like an image.

This set of blood circulation art didn’t seem like a combat technique but instead more like a ‘dust’ manipulation technique.

The technique absorbs ‘dust’ present in the body turning it into pure power. Like fuel to flames, increasing the user’s strength in the process.

Previously, Berserk Explosion mainly tap into the body’s potential, burning the blood, flesh and body, turning them into pure raw, unbridled power.

However, ‘Dust’ could now be used to strengthen the technique as well as blood and flesh, increasing the might of the technique by another fold.

But there was a problem, genetic soldier only possess a miniscule amount of dust in the body therefore, Tyrion couldn’t use it until he becomes a Super soldier, able to absorb ‘Dust’ into his system.

“Useless.”

His eyes locked on the Tactical retreat technique. Although hesitant, he still chose to upgrade the technique.

[110,000 damage points deducted.]

[Tactical retreat (99.1) —> (lvl 1)]

[Tactical Retreat; Retreat towards your previous point.]

“Uhm, what?”

Upgrading to the first level had unexpectedly taken one hundred thousand damage points.

Just what sort of technique was this? Looking at the description, Tyrion didn’t dare to activated it. He had struggled to reach his currently position, why would he want to retreat?

With no other option left, Tyrion gritted his teeth and turned looked at the remaining technique left, the Nine Sky Thunder Blade.

Checking his stats,

[God-level Healing Factor] <upgrade>(1,000,000)

[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]

[Innate Traits];

[10,000× regenerative cells]<Passive>

[Supernumerary (100,000)<Activate>]

[Self Replication (100,000)<Activate>]

[Damage Points: 606,999]

[Life-Level: Dual-hearted Super Human]

[Cell Activated: 86%]

[Blood Demon Arts: Air Canon]

[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method]

[Cell Tempering Technique: Demonic Blood Tempering Art(Max lvl) Special Effect(s): Tiger Beast Morph.’]

[Combat Arts: Nine Sky Thunder Blade(4th 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: There’s more of you?]

…

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 mere 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 scammed 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 time 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 times more painful than that overwhelmed his entire body.

“Hmph!”

He hurriedly bit his lip, to muffle and keep himself from screaming however, his body spammed 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 some 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 same 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 immediately looked inside his body and was shocked at what he was seeing.

Usually, his cells were always replicating, dividing into numerous cells which also divided into more numerous 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 became the compression of four more cells as they were being squeezed by some 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 become 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 seemed 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 time.

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 some sort of final and ultimate attack.

Tyrion’s face changed slightly and he immediately sort to stop it. If the energy rammed 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 immediately 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 immediately dropped to the ground like a log of wood.

It was unknown if he was dead or not.

[Status updated.]

…

[God-level Healing Factor] <upgrade>(1,000,000)

[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]

[Life-Level: Primordial Thunder FiendGod]

[Innate Traits];

[10,000× regenerative cells]<Passive>]

[Supernumerary (100,000)<Activate>]

[Self Replication (100,000)<Activate>]

[Damage Points: 6,999]

[Cell Activated: 0%]

[Blood Demon Arts: Air Canon]

[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method]

[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]

…

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