Chapter 857 wrong

Chapter 857 wrong

Tyrion immediately brought out a single blood vessel from his pocket. It was the blood vessels he had obtained from killing borged zombies.

"This should be enough for a few days right?"

The young lady was first stunned when she saw this. She had never before seen someone be so casual about a Blood Demon Art. But quickly recovered her bearing, giving a professional smile she responded as she gave him a key card. "More than enough."

"Please, allow me to assist you to your room." Her eyes batted as she suddenly appeared meek and cute. n/-o--v(-E(-l./B.(1)-n

"There's no need for that." Tyrion shook his head and proceeded to limp toward the elevator when he suddenly paused.

"I will call you for you when I need you, Martha." With that, he limped away.

Martha's downcast face immediately brightened up and her heart raced. 'If he could release a Blood Demon Art casually, it meant he possessed more than one.'

'He is already crippled therefore it wouldn't work on him which means he would only splurge it out.'

'If I can satisfy all of his needs... ' her heart couldn't help but pound in anticipation as her pretty face flushed red.

If she could possess a single Blood Demon Art, then she too would be strong enough to enter dimensions and not be scared of dying.

...

At the top floor of the three thousand-meter-tall hotel, Tyrion soaked in a bathtub of blood as he sighed, staring at the soaring clouds drifting and brushing past the glass walls before him.

It was a truly mesmerizing sight. Very quickly, the crimson blood instantly started to clear and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a clear fine bathtub of water.

Tyrion stretched out his hands outside of the bathtub and there were about a hundred empty bottles on the floor.

These were from the blood he had extracted during the time he had been here which was only for about three to four days.

Luckily, he had kept them hidden in a safe place before entering the tower, otherwise he would have definitely lost them

He grabbed another bottle and poured its contents into the bathtub.

The water once again turned an intense shade of crimson and Tyrion let out a breath of air in contentment as he leaned back, against the bathtub enjoying the feeling of his cells absorbing the genetic energy within the blood.

When he saw the blood had turned clearer even faster he was dissatisfied and stretched out his hands once more only to realize he had used up all of his reserves.

Tyrion knitted his brows. "100 bottles of weaponized zombie's blood, another hundred bottles of Borged zombies blood and about twenty bottles of hunter's blood, and then a bottle of Adam Smasher's blood, all of which I absorbed in just a few hours."

"This should be the work of the Primordial Thunder FiendGod physique." Tyrion mulled and then continued.

"Status."

[God-level Healing Factor] <upgrade>(1,000,000)

[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]

[Life-Level: Primordial Thunder FiendGod]

[Innate Traits];

[10,000× regenerative cells]<Passive>]

[Supernumerary (100,000)<Activate>]

[Self Replication (100,000)<Activate>]

[Damage Points:102,999]

[Cell Activated: 23%]

[Blood Demon Arts: Air Canon]

[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(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)]

[Occupation: Open pervert]

[Remark: That's more like it]

...

"19 percent increase after all that blood? Of it was before, I would have broken through the genetic soldier stage at least four times!" Tyrion couldn't help but grumble.

"Time to check my loots."

This was what Tyrion had been anticipating for the past 24 hours.

However, he was very cautious and had waited until he was safe before he did anything.

Moreover, there was a chance that the relic might be traceable which was why he didn't risk checking them.

In total, he had taken three treasures. One from the tenth statue, the second from the Ninth statue, and the third from the last twenty-first statue.

The relic from the ninth statue was actually in the shape of a ring.

Tyrion's eyes widened as he checked properly and saw that it was an actual Quantum Pym Ring with about twenty holes in it.

Meaning he could store at least twenty items in it.

Such a treasure, if he wanted to buy it, there was no supply for it. Moreover, it was very expensive to purchase even if one managed to see in to buy.

Dropping blood on the ring, the relic immediately absorbed his blood, and then as soon as he wore it, it was quickly connected to his neural pathways.

He could 'see' the empty holes and select when to activate and deactivate the relic.

Pointing directly at the leather sofa nearby, an invisible force surged out from Tyrion's finger, like an electromagnetic wave, and visible, the sofa started to reduce as though it was been compressed by some sort of force.

There was no change in substance like Tyrion had expected. Nor did the sofa suffer atomic damage as it shrank rapidly to the size of dust and was then sucked deep into one of the rings' storage.

Tyrion could then 'see' the chair within the hole. And in his sight, the chair was as big as it was before except it was in a space within the ring, stored safely.

With a single thought, the sofa was ejected out and rapidly expanded as its atomic structure went back to normal, becoming a meter-sized sofa once more.

Tyrion tested the ring on and on and on with various items, including an ant he had found until he was satisfied. Turns out any lifeform would instantly die the moment their structure is being altered, leaving just their bodies with no life in them whatsoever.

The ring also requires the item to be in a false static state to work which meant that it couldn't be used on an enemy as any slight movement would destabilize the anti-matter wave of the ring's core.