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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 · Fantasie
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291 Chs

Blind Warrior

In the bustling halls of New York City's St. Fortunes's College, the crisp autumn air carried with it a sense of anticipation. Students hurriedly made their way to their respective hall rooms, the rustle of papers and echoing footsteps filling the corridor. Among them, a young man named Arvon Sunders stood tall with a cold indifferent countanance, his cane gently tapping the ground as he navigated the crowded hallway.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the history class, Professor Adams cleared his throat, commanding the attention of the students. His voice resonated throughout the room, causing the chatter to fade into silence. With a warm smile, he announced,

"Before you all leave, I have an important announcement to make. The result for the history tests are in."