Battling for 2 virtual world days continuously, Tyrion directly won all of his battles. Among the opponents he encountered, only a few were unique like Jane, surpassing the level of an ordinary Super soldier.
Thus, the amount of attributes that he absorbed after each battle was actually not that much, with the majority of them being low but half a loaf of bread is better than non, hence it was still good accumulating them all.
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Tyrion’s brows furrowed. The promotional exam would start soon, should he remain in coma, fighting in the virtual world and earning attribute points or should he go to the Dimensional descent and help the army to fight the enemy?
Before he could decide, a figure suddenly spoke.
“You are actually okay?”
Tyrion’s face changed slightly as his gaze looked downwards. Before him, elder white stood there, at the corner of the make shift cave, glancing at him with an unknown expression as he spoke.
Tyrion frowned as he thought. “What is Elder White doing here?”
He wasn’t as ignorant as his first few months in the academy. He had learnt that elder White was actually an elder of the academy, and he possess an authority no one apart from the Dean could actually conquer.
“No need to be nervous, I had marked you as my personal student a while ago, hence me here. Didn’t expect you to posess a sacred relic to your asernal. However, no matter how strong a relic is? It can’t be compared to a True FiendGod. Although I’m surprised you actually managed to Keep the Dean on her toes, your should keep to your self and do not let yourself be arrogant.
The sacred relic should have drained much of your blood QI as well as your genetic energy. Do your best to recuperate.”
With that, the old man vanished, leaving Tyrion alone with his thoughts.
Tyrion’s face remained unchanged and even after 2 hours, he didn’t make any move.
After his double brains was unable to sense the First elder and any traces of first elder, he blinked his eyes and checked his status.
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?God-level Healing Factor? (1,000,000)
?Name: Methuselah Tyrion?
?Life-Level: Primordial Thunder FiendGod?
?Active Clone(s); Two?
?Innate Traits?;
[10,000× regenerative cells]
[Supernumerary (100,000) |Heart|]
[Self Replication (100,000)]
?Damage Points: 7,034,790?
?Super Soldier: Initiated?
?Blood Demon Arts:? freeweɓnovel.cm
?Air Cannon?
?Gun Kungfu?
?Overdrive?
?Iron Skin?
?Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method, Hellfire Primal Devilborn Method (lvl 1)?
?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)?
?Supernova Fist.(Initiated)?**NEW**
?Ultrasonic Blade kick.(initiated) **NEW**
?Celestial Dragon Elephant art.(initiated)?**NEW**
?Auxiliary Techniques;?
?Chemical-Gene reaction manual(Max), 10,000 Fundamental Chemist Methods (Max), Internal Flame Manipulation(Max)?
?Occupation: Literal pervert?
?Remark: Low Star?
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Tyrion eyes opened wide as his eyes set hold on the 7 million something damage points at his disposal. He didn’t think the attack of the Dean would cost quite a lot .
If it weren’t for the sacred treasure, he would have died in a single full attack of hers but then, he purchased the treasure with his money which means it was also part of his strength. That should be why the system calculated the attacks along with his damage points.
Although he couldn’t remember much of what had happened. He could deduce most of what had happened during that period of time.
His eyes flashed as he calculated what he should use the 7 million damage points for.
First of all, the upgrade of the system was the most important and then, he could activate the Supernumerary of his cells and then activate other clones and drop them at various dimensional sites to farm for more damage points.
As they say, to earn money, you have to spend money. Hence, to earn damage points, he has to spend damage points to farm even more damage points from dimensional zones.
The disappearance of the elder disappointed Tyrion but he was pretty sure he had done a great deal of damage to the Dean. Otherwise, with what he knew about the Dean, she would have definitely stayed behind to gloat at him and exert her dominance.
But then, he was still alot weaker than her, and although he could only remember bits and pieces of the battle, he was well aware he had put up a hell of a fight.
At this period, Tyrion inhaled deeply, the scent of her body and blood wafting into his nostril. He had actually made her bleed and the smell was actually the same as her clone.
Putting the scent to the back of his mind, he composed himself and then exited the cave, traveling for numerous hundreds of kilometers, he created a hole in a random mountain with his fist and then proceeded to practice within the mountain.
Of course he wouldn’t dare to practice within a mountain known to others. Although the First elder, elder White valued him and might not try to scheme against him, Tyrion was still very cautious.
What if he changed his mind and proceeded to scheme against him?
After changing mountains, Tyrion sat cross legged within a random cave he created with his fist and then breathed in and out as he summoned the damage points he possessed.
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?Damage Points: 7,034,790?
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“Upgrade system.”
[- 1,000,000 damage points]
[Trait acquired: Clone jump ]
[Description: Jump consciousness from body to a single clone. Effective immediately and can be swapped indefinitely!]
Seeing this ability, Tyrion gasped as his double brain calculated the various advantage of this technique.
Suppose he was battling to death with a stronger opponent and he had no choice but to reveal his clones, once his real body was close to the verge of death, he could actually swap consciousness to a clone, making it the real body instead of the original body he had being battling with!
This was definitely a godly technique!
Previously, if his real body had being reduced to ashes, his clone would immediately die. However, he could swap bodies and make his real body a clone and a clone his real body instead.
At this rate, he was basically unkillable within his realm and even two realms above.
Not unless he encounter a Peak True FiendGod who could shatter an opponent’s body as well as their soul and consciousness in a single technique.
Settling his mind, Tyrion instantly chose to transfer his consciousness within a clone he had left at Arasaka Tower.
Immediately, the clone which had been hiding within the corpses of dead cyborg zombies suddenly moved.
Its had shifted as it stood up from the corpses. Strangely, the zombie glanced at its fingers as it moved according to its wished, clenching tightly and even creating dark electricity within its first fist and dark QI within its second fist.
“I truly can transfer my conciseness, this will make things even more easier!”
“Here I was thinking it would be difficult to attend the promotional exam as well as the Dimensional War at the same time. However, with this Jump trait, it be really easy to switch between the two. While I can’t switch with three clones yet, immediately switching between two bodies is already demonic enough.”
With that, Tyrion immediately grew massive talons, his nails grew more than an inches long as he sliced his left arm, cutting off.
The moment his left arm bounced, another body instantly grew from his left severed arm, becoming a clone as it flipped and stood on its two feet, staring at Tyrion with its crimson.
Its head tilted sideways as it glanced at Tyrion’s body with an unapproved gaze. His body was sullied with blood and his clothes dirtied with dust and had been ripped apart with some kind of differential force.
“Is this how I look like normally?”
Although his crimson eyes, thick eyebrows and small lips along with his perfectly shaped nose and Jaws seem perfect, it was a little overshadowed by his dirted body.
Gazing at his original body, Tyrion gave a command to this body and then returned to his original body.
Although his new ability made it difficult to differentiate between the original and the clone, Tyrion obviously could still tell.
Rushing out from the hidden mountain, he headed toward the direction of the dimensional ear mission.
There was not a single hit of fear in his eyes as he left.
Within just a few hours, he reached the city and in that moment, he knew what true destruction meant.
If he had been conscious during his battle with the Dean, he would have realized this sort of destruction was secondary compared to his battle with the Dean.
However, Tyrion immediately headed to the city gate and he was instantly met with soldiers at the super soldier realm as him, blocking his road.
“Who are you!?”
A dual Super soldier immediately growled as he stepped forward, attempting to stop Tyrion.
Tyrion brought out his badge and his mission statement.