?God-level Healing Factor? (1,000,000)
?Name: Methuselah Tyrion?
?Bloodlines: Primordial Thunder Fiendgod, Ancient Crimson Dragon, Hellfire Devil Spawn, Tiger Demon?
?Active Clone(s); Two?
?Innate Traits?;
[10,000× regenerative cells]
[Supernumerary (100,000) |Heart|]
[Self Replication (100,000)]
?Damage Points: 109,997?
?Super Soldier: 1-star?
?Blood Demon Arts:?
?Air Cannon?
?Gun Slinger?
?Overdrive?
?Iron Skin?
?Dust Absorbing Technique(s): Seven Injection Method, Hellfire Primal Devilborn Method; Special Effect(s): Hell flame Intent—Embryonic Form.’ (lvl 9)?
?Cell Tempering Technique(s): Demonic Blood Tempering Art(Max lvl) Special Effect(s): Tiger Beast Morph.?
?Combat Arts:?
? Nine Sky Thunder Blade(MAX)?
?Phantom Leg Art (MAX) ?
?True Berserk Explosion (MAX)?
?Nine Saber Styles(MAX) ?
?Tiger Beast Morph(MAX ) ?
?Tactical Retreat(MAX)?
?Supernova Fist.(MAX)?
?Ultrasonic Blade kick.(MAX)?
?Celestial Dragon Elephant art.(MAX)?
?Auxiliary Techniques;?
?Chemical-Gene reaction manual(Max), 10,000 Fundamental Chemist Methods (Max), Internal Flame Manipulation(Max)?
?Occupation: Open Pervert?
?Remark: Low Star?
Thankfully, he was able to gain a hundred thousand damage points from the assassin and didn’t need to suffer beating from others and embarrass himself.
If he wanted to participate in the promotional exams and at the same time, the Dimensional War, he would need to place place a clone here to be able to do the two at the same time.
The safest way was to place his original body here, at the academy while at the same time, using his clone to participate in the Dimensional war.
But then, where’s the fun in that? Just holing up in the academy for the promotional exam while ignoring all the fun he could have at the dimensional war… It was unlike him.
Moreover at this point, he needed more damage points than ever.
The system needed upgrading, he needed more organs to replicate and more clones. Also, at the level of strength he was in, his regeneration ability was a little too slow.
If he met with a stronger person, like a Fiendgod, the strength was already enough to disintegrate his entire body in a single move them no matter how fast his regeneration ability is, he would be deader than dead.
Not unless he could regenerate faster than his hody could be destroyed. However, Tyrion had a feeling that unless every singe organ in his body had been replicated, his regeneration ability might not improve faster than this.
However, at his current stage, he was already godly amongst his mate. Not unless he offends a False Fiendgod, he should be safe for now…
Keeping the mirror in his storage space, Tyrion turned to face the destruction in his room and his expression changed slightly.
This was the second time his room had been destroyed. Thankfully, it isn’t as bad as before.
It was the he noticed the box he had picked up. From his mail box.
Opening it up, Tyrion saw it contained an evolution serum, a virtual box and a low tier absorption technique.
Tyrion immediately ignored the absorption technique and the evolution serum to look at the Virtual box.
Throwing the instruction manual to the broken bed, Tyrion eagerly and excitedly inspected the Virtual box. The assassination long forgotten.
After a full minute of dripping blood in it and waiting for it to open up, Tyrion later went back to his bedroom and picked up the instruction manual… reluctantly.
“So I only have to twist the edge of the box?”
Tyrion said in slight disbelief as he stared at the box in his hands, twisting slightly. The moment he twisted the the cover, entire box released a mechanical sound as the metal expanded rapidly, transforming into a metallic a
Helmet that looked similar to a bikers helmet.
Except this looked even larger and from the looks of it, uncomfortable to wear around.
According to the manual, Tyrion stimulated his cell and released cupious amounts of energy.
“Crackle!”
Dark thunder crackled, generated from his cells as it streaked from his pores, to his palm, all the way to the helmet in his hands.
The glass visor of the helmet lit up with a blue glow and a mechanical voice escaped the helmet.
“Welcome! The first step has been completed.”
“Now, for the next step, put on the helmet to enter the Virtual world.”
Tyrion stared at the helmet, a bit sceptical. The helmet was a lot bigger than meta quest 4 VR headset, with how advanced the technology is, shouldn’t it have been smaller?
Staring at the insides, it was all padded materials and the likes.
The helmet can be used to enter the virtual dimension at any time and any place. This virtual dimension that was created with the cooperation of all six continents of the World Alliance was also known as the “Virtual Dimension World”.
Although under ordinary circumstances, anyone could enter the Virtual Dimension World at any time and any place, only some army headquarters, research facilities and qualified universities have the necessary equipment to access this virtual world.
Naturally, if someone’s family possessed abundant wealth and was willing to pay a fortune of relic coins, they could naturally also achieve it. But presently, Tyrion could use this helmet to access the Virtual Dimension World.
“I had been looking forward to this all day but it’s even worse than I thought.”
Grumbling, he laid down on one of his intact sofa and proceeded to wear the helme on his head.
Tyrion’s mind instantly turned blank, when he became sober again, what he saw when he opened his eyes shocked him.
To his surprise, he discovered that he was in a completely different location.
He was no longer in his bedroom, rather he was in a completely closed empty room. Suddenly, a voice echoed from the top of the empty room.
“This is your first time entering the Virtual Dimension World. Please set up a virtual character imitating yourself, as well as set all the data pertaining to yourself.”
“Who!?”
Tyrion’s eyes glowed crimson with killing intent as veins congealed around his eyes when he soon discovered it was the Virtual world assistant.
He calmed down once realized that that there was a 3D virtual figure which hadn’t been modeled yet silently standing before him.
