I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

Chapter 119: Self Explosion

?God-level Healing Factor? (1,000,000)

?Name: Methuselah Tyrion?

?Life-Level: Primordial Thunder FiendGod?

?Active Clone(s); One?

?Innate Traits?;

[10,000× regenerative cells]

[Supernumerary (100,000) |Heart|]

[Self Replication (100,000)]

?Damage Points: 529,999?

?Cell Activated: 47%?

?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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"Eh? How's that possible?"

Tyrion gazed dubiously at his increased activated cells and the increase in his damage points also.

"Does sex actually increase activated cells?" But then he shook his head. He had never heard of a drastic increase in activated cells.

Although, the basic exchange of internal fluids during sex could actually stimulate some of the cells in the body, activating them in the process.

Usually, the increase would have been from 2 percent to 3 percent. However, jumping from 20 percent to 47 percent is too drastic isn't it?

Ignoring the fact that his activated cells had increased, what about his damage points? Sex doesn't hurt, and even if it does, an entire half a million damage point in the span of one night, something is definitely wrong here.

Checking carefully at the system, Tyrion then noticed the extra status 'Active clone (One)'

"Active clone?" Tyrion frowned as he thought back to when he created a clone.

"Wait! It's not dead yet?" Tyrion glanced at his status in surprise. He couldn't believe his clone was still alive even after more than ten hours and that was without the regeneration ability.

'Hm, isn't he tenacious and hard working?'

"A single night and I earned more than half a million damage points, if he could survive for one more day, won't I earn more than a million damage points?"

Tyrion's red eyes glowed in expectation. With that, he could create as many clones as he could and dump them inside of different dimensional zones to farm damage points for him.

"Hahaha!"

Tyrion couldn't help but laugh joyously at his genius plan and if his clones were lucky enough to gain Blood Demon Arts, he could sell them for money or fr death points in the academy.

Slightly giddy, Tyrion calmed his mind down when he noticed his damage points seem to be increasing even more.

"Eh? What's this clone up to?"

Closing his eyes, he initiated his link with the clone and by thinking about it, his mind seem to have transversed through numerous planes and then sucked into the body of his clone like a vacuum.

"BOOM!"

The first thing Tyrion felt was indescribable pain and while he was already used to pain, the suddenness of the pain made him groan.

His head seem to spin as a felt a something pressed his skull heavily to the ground.

Opening his eyes, he realized he could only barely see clearly as his blood dripped into his eyes.

It was then Tyrion noticed the situation he was in. His head was actually been pressed, face down, to the ground by a foot.

An indescribable rage overwhelmed him and without hesitation, he instantly triggered his mutant cells, making it spread and infect his entire cells, allowing him to transform into his tiger human form.

However, only his nails and teeth got stronger and longer, he was unable to fully morph.

'Wha-what happened?'

Tyrion frowned. But then he recollect Ed the memory of the clone and realized the pitiful clone had been fighting all night with the tiger form and currently, his cells was too exhausted and had been drained out of all energy to activate tiger morph.

He couldn't even activate berserk explosion in this condition.

"Tell me where the ultimate treasure is or die!"

Vladimir was even more violent as he stomped his skull even harder to the ground.

"Crack!"

Tyrion felt piercing pain in his head and it hurt. With pent up rage anger, Tyrion gritted teeth as he recalled what Mad instructor had lectured about producing flames.

Colliding the cells in his hands to form an intense heat, his right hand immediately lit up with flames as he grabbed Vladimir's legs tightly.

Using the opportunity of surprise, Tyrion twisted his waist and locked his legs on Vladimir's left leg like a koala in a vice grip lock.

"Die!"

His entire body suddenly release an intense flames that blazed with a shocking intensity that seem to fry the surrounding space with its heat.

Vladimir's face changed drastically as he realized what Tyrion was about to do.

Of course he had considered that Tyrion might actually suicide, but Tyrion had spent so much effort to protect the treasure. Naturally, that meant that he had hope that he would someday use it which meant that even when worse come to worse, he would try his best to survive no matter how slim it was.

However, Vladimir was shocked seeing Tyrion react the exact opposite of what he had predicted.

"WAIT—!"

"BOOM!"

The surroundings space erupted as crimson flames shattered through the entire radius of hundred meters, but in the next second, everything within a hundred meter radius was instantly sucked in to a single point in space, creating a large orb that of crimson flames and debris.

However, in the next millisecond, the orb seem have reached its limit as it cracked and exploded.

"KA-BOOM!"

Shockwaves ripples through the entire building as a mushroom cloud of flames, dust and debris rose up in the skies like a balloon, then fading into the atmosphere.

The large buildings which was within a hundred meter radius were reduced to smithereens.

...

"Suuu!"

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Tyrion coughed endlessly as he tried to reagin his breathing.

Immediately, taping in his body, he sighed in relief when he noticed that he was alright and the explosion only happened to his clone and not his real self.

Caking his breathing heart, his he clenched his fist, the anger in his heart dissipating a little bit he was still dissatisfied.

Not unless he saw his corpse would his anger subside.