Scourage in to a dumbasses items

Crim was soon left as his contractor left, leaving him without anything to do. He did possess an idea that would be a great help.

'Scizon? Am I able to increase my power essence with some cultivation or something..?' Crim pondered, and Scizon nodded.

'Even if you did you would get your ass kicked, still don't know why you accepted this quest! The more I look through your memories the more f*cked we get.' Scizon nagged.

'Look I came here to kick butt and laugh at their faces. So tell me how do I Increase my Power essence.'

Crim sighed much to Scizon's confusion, although unable to believe the statement he obliged pulling out a mind notebook with the title "Evolving for dummies."

As Crim waited for the instructions he rolled the junk ball he had acquired, flying around his arms until Scizon spoke up:

'First, get into a normal meditating position you would use to expand your core from orange to blue -- Then instead of Mana veins, which you don't have anyway, focus on your heartbeats and slowly increase it by 10 percent. And keep it for as long as you can.'

Crim nodded getting into an unusual meditating position that made him look like a hawk, he squinted his red eyes, and as he tried to hear his heartbeat for the first minute he struggled to make a variety of annoyed faces.

After moments of annoyance, which questioned the very ego Crim had. Which was a rare achievement, as the young man would even stroke his ego when getting beaten up.

First, he started from his feet, although intentionally, he had slowly but surely risen to the level of his heart after seeing his blood cells pass in superspeed.

He took a deep breath, and Scizon added an instruction: "Also don't overexert yourself, you almost out of blood to use manipulation. Around a liter left."

Crim still didn't understand what the point of a blood tank was, but right now he needed to evolve his core, death wasn't on his bucket list just yet.

Finally, in his mind, the young man reached his heart after a solid 20 seconds of searching the crevice of his veins. Where he witnessed it pumping like a madman, even for a normal person it seemed overworked.

Ignoring this fact, he pushed extra blood in the art applying pressure to it with his chest.

Soon to keep up with his constant fluxation, the heart sped up, just like the young man hoped. It beated fiercer and fiercer, in the end Scizon gave a warning:

"SLOW DOWN!"

Upon this word Crim snapped out and fell to the ground, his veins popping a turquoise pink and blood trickling down his nose, as he gagged splutters of crimson. His breath was heavy and his eyes looked demonic as his pupils dilated.

He laid back, his eyes hazy.

"Absorb the object, it should fix you up."

Crim nodded, doing one of his old techniques as the energy flowed in him.