BXBX NOVEL Chapter 153: Fuck Off
Dark Atherium Of Singularity: With the Aid of the appropriate gene, (Flames or ice if the user chooses to use Atherium with Temperaments) that instantly enshroud whatever it touches and to leave not a trace of its existence left. These fog will then absorb all dust and energy that appears near them, providing it all to the user for absorption.
Absorption rate depend entirely on the quality of the gene.
Likewise also contains three levels and at the Ultimate level, the user can expel a black fog-like substance from this spout and quickly cover a large radius. The fog-like substance swallows all light within it and robs those trapped of all their senses. However, the user is unaffected by it and can navigate it without any ill effect.
Kinetics Blood Nuclear Technique, Burning Cells Nuclear technique, Hell-Cat's Roar Nuclear techniques.
After a few moments of contemplation, Tyrion decisively chose the Dark Atherium Of Singularity. It was the only technique he saw that didn't place a limit on its rate of absorbsion.
His Primordial FiendGod Thunder Body requires massive amounts of energy hence he needed a technique that doesn't place limitations to his rate of absorption.
While the limitations of other techniques could be countered by his regeneration ability, it was still a matter of probability. Damage done by nuclear techniques are in a molecular level, in a deep genetic level hence, he rather stay safe than risk destabilizing his genes by pushing past the limit set by the nuclear techniques.
Moreover, If there was a situation where he couldn't deal with an opponent, the passive ability of Dark Atherium Of Singularity creates a pitch dark fog that enshrouds a large area, robbing the senses of others within.
Naturally, the ability was really useful for escaping and maybe even switching upper hands in battle.
Tyrion smiled as he picked up the book and turned to leave. Just as he was about to exit through the door, from the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of a dark book whose edge was sticking out from underneath the shelf
The book looked shabby compared to the other Nuclear techniques.
Curious, Tyrion picked it up and skimmed through the introductory page.
Hellfire Primal Devilborn Physique Optimization technique: Visualize the devil, searing the image in the heart, Manipulating the cells, summoning the true devil from bell's gate, giving birth to the prime devil cells.
First level: Devil Spawn; Stimulate the devil in the mind and cell, utilizing its talent, absorbing vast amount of dust into the body. User can choose to transform into the devil spawn at this stage. 70%, strength increment.
Second level; Devil King; Dominate the devil king in the mind and cell, utilizing its talent to absorb vast amount of energy into the body. User can choose to transform into the devil king at this stage. 210%, strength increment.
Third level: Devil god:???
Ultimate level;???;???
Warning: Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, I shall collect what is owed.
Tyrion's eyes widened in surprise and his breathing became even shorter. He couldn't even believe such Nuclear technique existed. Instantly, he changed his mind and dropped the Dark Atherium Of Singularity while picking up the Hellfire Primal Devilborn Physique Optimization Nuclear technique.
Tyrion was still sceptical about the earning as it left him confused however, he was still found such a technique. He had been searching for a technique which could replace Berserk Explosion as well as increase his physique to enhance the strength of his clones, this technique had arrived at a perfect timing.
Although the Hellfire Primal Devilborn Physique Optimization technique only provided the first and second level, he didn't need it because he could simply advance the technique to the highest level with his system.
Tyrion continued to scan through the shelf, hoping to find something as good as this or even better. However, he couldn't find any. He sighed softly.
Storing the book securely in his pocket, Tyrion headed towards the opposite side of the hall way. It was where Combat Tactics were located.
Just as he was walking, a burly, figure intercepted him.
Tyrion frowned scantily and blinked his eyes, seeing the person and he recognized who this figure was.
It was Wade.
Wade glared menacingly at Tyrion. He had been searching Tyrion ever since he came back from his assignment.
The fact that Tyrion still remained the Legend of first-year class, disgusted and irritated him to no end. Wade had been searching Tyrion to snatch the title from him. However, Tyrion was like a turtle, always hiding in the damned Legend Mountain.
While he struggled for food and battled monsters for resources to fund his training, Tyrion only needed to stay in the Legend Mountain and he would receive a constant stream of 10,000 death points every week!
While he would struggle to earn just 1,000 death points by killing monsters which sometimes gets robbed by second-year or third year students, it was simply too inconceivable!
"How dare you show yourself in the Archive, you scum!"
Wade glowered, as he demanded.
Tyrion glanced indifferently at Wade. He wasn't particularly surprised to see Wade. But was a bit surprised when he noticed Wade was still a peek genetic soldier. Tyrion had heard that most people talent would erupt or slow down after fully activating the cells it turns out to be right, while most students had opened two cells, becoming a Super soldier, Wade was still a genetic soldier.
Tyrion indifferently responded. "Fuck off."
A mere genetic soldier wasn't worth anything in his eyes anymore.