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I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

[WARNING!] [May Contain Adult Scenes... ] A dimensional storm befell Earth, ripping through space in every country and creating paths to dimensional realms. Immortals, gods, demons, angels, and many other creatures from other dimensions came to Earth. However, all the mysterious dimensional realms was incredibly dangerous. Other people risk their lives to venture into the realms, but with my fast regeneration speed, I regenerate from all injuries an instant! A rare relic with 0.01 percent chance at dropping? I will regenerate a clone and make it grind until it drops! ... Forced into dual cultivation by the very woman he loathe, Tyrion took absolute and infinite advantage of it. Reincarnating into the body of a recruit that died during the entrance examination. Methuselah Tyrion woke up into an unknown future/past. [DING!] [God-Level Healing Factor System Activated] [First Level: Peak-human Regeneration: Host would be able to regenerate lost limbs or even massive chunks of their bodies, but usually cannot survive complete brain destruction and will not survive decapitation or being rendered to bits.] [Second Level: Super Enhanced Regeneration: Host would be able to recreate and posses multiple organs such as extra brains, hearts and liver in one body.] [Third Level: Supernatural Regeneration: Host would be able to regenerate multiple body parts and finally be able to create clones!] ... [Tenth Level: ??? ??? ??? ] With a system that awakened and evolved his innate bloodline. He could heal and regenerate, 10,000 times than a normal person in a world stormed by dimensional beasts. [DING!] [Dual cultivation successful] [True Ancient Crimson Dragon Bloodline Inherited!] ... [50 power stones = 1 Extra chapter] [200 Power stones = 2 Extra chapters] [500 power stones = Extra chapters] ... [Gift= Name as Side Character ] ... Comment, review and share. It's the true source of every writer's motivation!

RagingArtPunk · Fantasy
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391 Chs

Clone

"CRACKLE!"

"BANG!"

The air rippled as a massive fist wrapped around with thick blue lightning snakes slammed into a figure's chest. The force sent the figure flying as he collided heavily into three walls, destroy them to rumbles, boxing in the floor like a deflated ball before finally stopping. 

A bald headed, middle-aged man retracted his stretched fist, folding them behind his back as he moved step by step towards the figure laying helplessly on the floor. 

"I can do this all day, Tyrion." The figures gruff voice sounded out as his russian accent was revealed. 

Yes, the person was the elder from the Thunder Tempest Temple, one of the three hegemonies of the continent; Vladimir! 

The figure spat out a mouthful of blood, deep wounds covered the figure's entire body like tattoos, it was a miracle he was still conscious even with the deep wounds.