Time went by quickly. After ten more hours, carrying a huge leather bag, Tyrion headed back to the academy.
He soon reached the true academy and headed directly to the academy's Exchange center.
Soon after walking into the Exchange Center, Tyrion began to frown.
The store was crowded with people, most of them were first-year students loaded with gear and well-dressed young men from rich families.
But there were about one or two people that Tyrion could not see through which signified that they should at least super soldiers of second year or above.
He walked up and put a huge bag of beast parts onto the counter.
"Hello, I am selling Evo Beast's parts."
The one behind the counter was an elder wearing a black cloth with glass trimmed in gold. With a calm and kindly countenance, he took the bag and opened the leather bag.
As he was counting the parts, he calculated the prices as well, "Poisonous Sawed Tooth Tiger parts valued five thousand and two hundred silvers, Enchanted Luna Wolf parts valued 8500, Berserk Bull parts valued three thousand and eight hundred, ... in total it is sixteen thousand five hundred death points."
Tyrion nodded and agreed with the man's calculations.
Asking the workers to put away the beast parts, the worker opened his watch and made a few hand gestures. With a swipe of his fingers, he flicked his fingers at Tyrion who immediately received ten funds vie his watch.
"The funds have been sent, please verify the total."
Tyrion took a glance at his watch. he had revived the notification and nodded. Then his focus shifted and landed on the products behind the counter, next to the old man
Working in the sales industry, requires great observation skills of potential buyers, the elder smiled and said: "Young warrior, is there anything else I may assist you in?"
Tyrion replied: "I need something to boost my body strength, could you please give me some recommendations?"
"No need, let me get you a list of body tempering serums that summarize the effect of each serum and the price of each one."
"Sure."
The shopkeeper handed over the list and then went back to handle new customers, leaving Tyrion with one very thick piece of paper in his hand.
Nexus Hardening serum
Nebula Blood Patterned runic serum
50,000 thousand death points per vial.
Bull strength action serum
Berserker's Psyche serum
Thirty thousand and five hundred death points per vial.
Cosmic burst serum
20,000 death points per serum.
...
After reading for a long time, Tyrion shook his head. These body-boosting medicine are way too expensive, they cost at least twenty to thirty thousand death points. Counting everything I own, I could only afford one of them, which only lasts three days which is not ideal for use in a long period of training.
With all those thoughts in his mind, Tyrion started to envy those young people from rich large families.
They received the best training from the time they were born drank expensive serums and ate medicine and Evo meat like candy.
After a few years of this, the money spent on them could probably fill up a house, of course, they will have rapid improvements! Of course with all those medicine, even an ordinary talent would become extraordinary.
Tyrion shook his head and dropped the list on the counter, eventually leaving the Exchange Center and heading back to his apartment.
...
Whoosh... whoosh...whoosh...
The morning sun started rising from the east, illuminating the legend mountain, and creating a beautiful scenery enough for tourism.
In a little corner of the Legend Mountain, in a square courtyard, a human figure was seen practicing fist art on a thick sandbag while seated in a horse stance.
The wind howled with every fist he let out, blowing the surrounding dirt and leaves around like a tornado.
"Hea!"
After one movement, the punches suddenly got stronger. Two punches in a row had landed on the huge waist-sized post before a sudden sound.
"Bang!"
The sandbags could not handle the force of the punches and snapped in two at the middle, the top part was blown at least seven meters into the air, before breaking apart into shreds.
"Hu!"
"That was satisfying."
It was only two hours before the start of the lecture. The idea of slacking off with the excuse of resting never occurred to Tyrion, as he focused on training with all of his heart.
He could feel and combine the power coming from every inch of his body which created a higher level of explosive power.
Although he didn't know any fist art, every punch of his was done to the utmost perfection.
Tyrion laughed and shook his head as he walked towards the metal table nearby.
On that square table were 10 bottles of blood essence.
Pop!
He unplugged the bottle and turned it upside down towards the tub he had moved to his courtyard.
The previously transparent water started to turn crimson, releasing a strong bloody scent.
Taking off his clothes, Tyrion slowly cut his skin 108 times according to the Demonic Blood tempering art and plugged in the clip to stop himself from healing and make the liquid sink into his body.
"Ah...so relaxing..." Shortly after, Tyrion could feel a burning sensation that slowly soaked into his skin and then into his muscles, blood, and bones. It almost felt like ants were crawling into his body, itchy, and a bit tingly.
Looking down, he could see that his body was outlined with muscles like a furious cheetah, a streamlined body shape that looked extremely powerful, that did not resemble a sixteen year old boy in any way. But, compared to Lucia's extremely fit body, which was able to explosively burst forth, Tyrion was still miles away.
After soaking in a bit, the crimson water turned transparent as he absorbed the essence within.
Tyrion soon got up and headed inside his house. He wanted to take a bath. Today was the official lecture day and Tyrion wanted to look really presentable for it.