[Life-threatening damage received, +9999]
[Life-threatening injuries healed. Get another!]
[Cross-level kill ×2]
[4000 damage points received]
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[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]
[Specie: Human]
[Innate Trait(Lvl:1): 10,000× regenerative cell(10,000)]
[Damaged Points: 17,432]
[Life Level: Cell Activation]
[Level of Cell Activation: 30%]
[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method]
[Combat Arts: Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl), [Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]
[Occupation: Open pervert]
[Remark: If there was an award for trash... ]
Tyrion's face darkened at the remark. Was this system disdaining him? Even after putting him through hell numerous times.
"Hmph! "
He snorted and sneered as he spoke. "If I receive any fatal damage again, my name isn't Tyrian!"
In assurance of his promise, his stomach rumbled and he felt as though he had been fasting for over a decade.
The feeling was so extreme, making him gasp desperately for oxygen. Added with the wind blowing against his skin, causing goosebumps to rise due to the cold.
At that moment, an aromatic scent slapped over his nose like a storm. His nostrils flared as he sniffed, it was actually food. Turning his head around, the scent appeared to be coming from outside his apartment.
Tyrion hurriedly went over and opened the door. There, a slightly older-looking man holding a large tray of deeply roasted, juice-dripping lamb meat stood at the entrance of his door.
Behind him, three other people carried various expensive drinks and an assortment of tasty fruits he had never seen in his entire life with them. It didn't particularly seem to be a feast, but it was definitely a grand meal plan.
With his improved eyesight, he could clearly see what was happening in the building closer to him which was several kilometers away.
What shocked him the most was that in that particular building, there were more than twenty beautiful lady attendants respectfully carrying large trays of food, drinks, and maids with them as they entered into the building. With the careful and elegant demeanor of the attendants, one might mistake the building for the white house!
From speculation, it was as though the higher the rank of the building, the more benefit and respect one would earn! Apart from being close to the center of the mountain which possesses the maximum amount of dust particles, they also get to be treated well, the others would definitely go insane over this.
Tyrion sighed in satisfaction after eating and immediately went to bed without hesitation.
* * *
"... I get to select one Tier-2 Cell Tempering method and two Tier-1 combat techniques or one Tier-2 combat technique for free within the library. Moreover, I also get to pick a 2-star weapon from the armory!"
Tyrion's heart skipped a beat. With a Tier-2 Cell tempering method, he would be able to naturally improve his rate of cell activation ever faster!
Others would only be able to get a Tier-1 Cell tempering method but he gets a Tier-2 which meant he naturally has the advantage over others.
As for combat techniques, he was also above the rest! Doesn't this mean he would be able to catch up with the others sooner or later? Even if he could catch up to them, his techniques should be able to fight some of them head-on without losing!
Combat techniques are techniques that utilize 100 percent of the cells, transforming them into 120% or even 130% depending on your comprehension.
It is said that at the highest level of a combat technique - the Ultima state, one could reach a maximum of 300% of strength and it won't cost much effort either.
Tyrion's heart rate rose noticeably as he was enlightened. There are two important factors of a Genetic fighter's potential: first, one must be blessed with a resilient body and discipline to hone their body, and second, one must have comprehension to allow one to grasp the heart of cell-tempering methods and immerse oneself into the path of combat techniques.
To be blessed with a resilient body allows one to train their cell much faster than the others such as Lucia and Wade, and to have comprehension of combat technique is to be able to easily pick up the physical combat arts and defeat those who seemingly stood above you. After all, being weak or strong depends on individual performance.
Clicking on his neon-watch, a holographic image was presented before him.
"This is nice," Tyrion muttered, gingerly swiping his fingers on the hologram, his smile widened to see it move.
"According to the manual, I need to go to the Archive and filter through by selecting combat manuals and techniques. Once I find the ones I need, they will be delivered immediately."
Although he did as instructed, Tyrion took ten minutes to finally find the page he was searching for simply because he got distracted by the various astonishing items within the Archive.
Soon, he clicked on the combat technique page and numerous tier-1 combat techniques filled his line of sight. His eyes widened and he felt dizzy seeing the endless list of techniques.
"Infinite Shock wave Fists, Thunder Quake Palm, Seven Bullets Gun-skill, Molotov Gun-skill, Berserk Explosion Fist, The Saber Art of stars, The Freedom sword Art, Revolving Blade Leg art... Cloud Soaring Move, Kingdom palm, Seven ..."
For sword and saber techniques alone, there were around forty different techniques, and for the palm, gun, and fist arts there were more than fifty manuals each, twenty-eight different kinds of different leg arts, and only eight manuals in regards to claws.
The Infinite Shock wave palm had a very high requirement, every stage described in the manual was complex and difficult. Each palm was the crashing of waves and after each tide, the next attack would double and stack, accumulating into the body, ready to release at any time.
The Thunder Quake Fist was slightly more in-depth and required a certain level of comprehension; Seven Bullets Gunkill was summarised as an almost murderous technique, each stage was aggressive and bold, very suitable for those with a cold and calm personality.