Multi-Gene

[Name: Poisonous Claws]

[Rarity: Rare]

[Description: Bodily fluids contain infectious poison, deadly to Genetic soldier, threatening to Super soldier and plain annoying to Demonic Warriors.]

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[Name: Gun Slinger]

[Rarity: Epic]

[Description: Gain a hundred years of shooting experience in a second.]

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Recollecting the data he had read about the Demon Blood Arts from the New Ancient Undead City manual back at the academy, Tyrion decided to sell the two Poisonous claw Demon Art and immediately swallowed the gun Slinger art for himself.

The cells of a Genetic soldier and a Super soldier was too limited and could only contain at most one demon blood art. No was willing to rush lls collapsing just to check if their body could withstand two Blood Demon Art. 

Even though Tyrion’s was different, having to hearts and strength, more than twice that of a usual Genetic soldier, his cells could still only contain at just one Demon Blood Art due to his low talents.

But even then, Tyrion proceeded to swallow the Gun Slinger Demonic Art.

“Boom!”

His throat directly exploded as his system detected the invasion of the blood Demon Art.

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A 1-star talent possess genes or cells that are intact and are easily manipulated. For example, those with natural skin and genes.

Their genes are basically untouched by their predecessors and then passed down to the newer generation. But it was different some others.

Their genes had been altered by their ancestors, leading to an almost perfectly symmetrical nose, beautiful face, perfect hairline, perfectly sync lips and eyes that changes colors at different flow of time.

Tyrion was also like that. Whole he wasn’t devilishly as handsome as Fabian, he came in close second. The wild beastly waves of energy rippling off of him even made him more attractive. However, his parent had altered him to be handsome from his embryonic stage, leading to miniscule space in his genetic structure, thereby, reducing his talents in the process. 

However, Tyrion possess something the others lacked, regeneration traits. 

“Boom!”

The second his throat healed, his chest exploded to smithereens as a huge hole appeared in his chest. It was as though his genetic structure was about to collapse. 

Luckily, just one of his heart shattered to pieces while the other worked to granger blood to the rest of his organs. 

“BOOM!”

His stomach rumbled and then exploded once more as the merging failed a third time, spilling shattered internal organs as well as blood, inner fluids and pieces of his internal organs. 

“KA-BOOM!”

This time, more than half of Tyrion’s torso exploded to smithereens, making Tyrion’s face change drastically. 

This was the first time he was experiencing something as dangerous as this. 

Usually it was his shoulder as well as his chest been obliterated. But this time, it was even more dangerous. If it weren’t for the fact that he had grown another heart, he would have undoubtedly died along with his ambition. 

However, he was he posses two hearts. Therefore the collapse of one would only affect him by a few second until he regenerates. 

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm The moment half his torso exploded, he rapidly regenerated. 

As his cells kept on rejecting the Demonic blood arts by exploding, his triat kept regents ting only to stray all over again. 

This occurred for what seem to be an eternity till the Demon Blood Art found a rare empty genetic space within him to settle in. 

At this moment, Tyrion let out a sigh of relief. He was beginning to feel despair due as his body exploded without limits. 

“Status.”

[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]

[Innate Traits]

[10,000× regenerative cells](100,000 <Upgrade>):

[Supernumerary (100,000)<Activate>]

[Damage Points: 166,999]

[Life-Level: Super Human]

[Cell Activated: 72%]

[Blood Demon Arts:

 Air Canon,

Gun Slinger,]

[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(Fourth level) 

Phantom Leg Art (Max lvl), 

Berserk Explosion (Max lvl), 

Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl), 

Tiger Beast Morph(Max lvl), 

Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]

[Occupation: Open pervert]

[Remark: A frog growing wings]

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[Name: Gun Slinger]

[Rarity: Epic] (100,000) 

[Description: Gain a hundred years of shooting experience in a second. Your gun skills could now threaten the supernatural.]

[Remark: How can something so useless become so useful?]

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Seek the notification, Tyrion heaved a sigh of relief. Before entering the Super soldier stage, hoped to never try anything as life threatening as that again. 

Perfect proficiency in guns was an absolute dream of every man, both in the old era and the new one. 

Moreover, with the cybernetic arm, he would require this skill even more. 

Calming his nerves, he walked to the stairs and entered the next floors. 

It was. Same as the other floor, it was an army of cybernetic Zombies. But this time, they were all Borged zombies, hundreds, if not thousands of Borges zombies. 

“ROAR!!!”

Feeling the goosebumps rising off his skin, Tyrion roared With no hesitation at all, as he activated the Ultima form of Berserk Explosion and then used the ultima form of Phantom step a well as the fourth sky of the Nine sky technique. 

Space seem to distort around his blade as the bloodied, muscular, snake wriggling veins Tyrion transformed into numerous streak of threads, connecting to various Borged zombies. 

Thunder flashed and lightning crackled as his blade flashed through several Borged zombie’s neck, severing them from or necks.

But as the momentum of phantom step and thunder Blade faded in a split second, tense of borged zombies descended on Tyrion like rain. 

Tyrion sneered deeply. If he was an ordinary person, he would have waited till his veins and cells were strong enough to withstand the outburst of blood flow and jisb muscles, tendons and cells was able to withstand the intense outburst of speed he intended to move at. 

Sadly for the Borged Zombies, Tyrion didn’t care about his destroying his body, nor did he care the repacautions of overloading his cells. 

His body transformed into another streak of thread as he appeared above the entrapment of Borged Zombies. 

“BANG!” “BANG!” “BANG!”

Heads exploded one after the other like water melon on a festival.