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Reincarnation of the emotionless

Greetings to all those who have embarked on this literary journey, for you are the fortunate few who have stumbled upon a true masterpiece. Allow me to introduce you to "Stars Dust," the original title of this book, born from the depths of my creative spirit. English may not be my native tongue, but I am committed to delivering an unparalleled reading experience that will captivate each and every one of you. Within these pages unfolds the tale of a man shrouded in enigma, hailing from the very fabric of Earth's history. Suddenly, he finds himself awakened within the fragile vessel of a five-year-old child. But from the very inception, he is thrust into a treacherous crucible, where the odds of survival barely surpass a mere 1%. Witness his valiant struggle for existence, his every breath a testament to the indomitable human spirit. Constantly plagued by inner demons, he grapples with the eternal quandary: should he prioritize his own survival above all else, or strive to safeguard the well-being of those who surround him? To truly comprehend the trials and tribulations that await our protagonist, delve into the pages of this extraordinary work. Explore the depths of his battles and the choices that shape his destiny. Prepare to be enthralled, for this book promises an unforgettable journey.

hashmolla001 · 奇幻
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25 Chs

The Third Poison

Chapter Eight: The Third Poison

One of the most remarkable gains he experienced was the exponential progression of his fitness, flexibility, and even strength. By a conservative estimate, he could now lift 350 pounds, equivalent to three years of regular gym workouts for an athletic person. And all this in his adolescence!

The child clenched his little fist, interlocking his fingers and adopting a subdued gesture. The atmosphere around him underwent a dramatic change as seriousness and danger emanated from his being.

With all his might, the boy unleashed a powerful punch towards the wall. The sheer strength behind his fist caused the wind to shift, as if reluctant to yield to the impact before colliding with the unyielding surface.

A nasal boom resounded in the aftermath of the punch.

Afterward, the child returned to his normal stance, pondering the marks left by his fist on the wall. A slight indentation in the shape of his small hand was imprinted on the solid surface.

It was astounding that a boy under the age of six could accomplish such a feat. However, irony overshadowed his face as he appeared dissatisfied rather than joyful.

"I thought I was stronger than this, especially since I utilized the First Pose of the Ancient Core Fist Art. It seems my still-developing body is restraining me," he mused.

Little did our hero know that the wall he had struck was not a mere mass of ordinary rocks, but rather a rare and exceptionally hard variety.

For anyone else to achieve what he had just accomplished, they would need to have at least begun sensing profound energy. But that tale is reserved for another time.

"Regardless, my current strength is only a secondary gain. I still can't believe I have attained complete control over my own blood," he marveled.

Indeed, this was the primary and most significant gain from the second round of poison—the ability to manipulate his own blood. He could increase or decrease its fluidity and even exert slight control over his heartbeat's speed and strength of contraction.

Such an occurrence was nearly impossible for anyone else.

Undoubtedly, this benefit was not insignificant; it could be considered the second most substantial gain for him in this cave, following the strengthening of his heart muscle and blood vessels.

Taking a deep breath, the child closed his eyes, assuming a motionless stance. After a while, he discerned the faint sound of an approaching snake. "The third poison awaits. What surprises do you hold for me?" he murmured, eyes shut.

Unwavering, the boy kept his eyes closed as the snake lunged at him, poised to strike his neck.

With a slight movement of his body, the child evaded the snake's attack. In a blink of an eye, he caught the snake, all the while keeping his eyes shut.

Indeed, this was the ultimate benefit of the second poison.

Just as his eyesight had improved, his sense of smell and hearing had also undergone significant enhancement. His hearing, in particular, had reached a level where he could locate a snake in a room filled with echoes.

Proud of his heightened senses, the child deftly grabbed the snake by its head, extracting its venom with expertise. The snake met its demise shortly after.

The child sipped some of the extracted poison. "Protein-destroying poison!" he remarked.

Although this toxin belonged to one of the four major species, it was actually a branch of the cytotoxic toxin. However, due to its prevalence, it was considered a major species. The child secretly felt relieved that it wasn't cytotoxin, as he would not have dared to consume it in that case.

"After all, it seems they aren't that foolish. This poison should suffice to build immunity against the cytotoxic variant. Developing immunity against cytotoxic poison would leave indelible effects on a person forever," he contemplated.

Confirming the poison, the child consumed the remainder without hesitation.

Then, severe pain surged through his muscles and bones, as if they were being shattered and torn apart. The agony was unbearable.

But the child was no longer the same as when he was first bitten. Seated cross-legged on the ground, he focused on controlling his blood, increasing its density.

The density of his blood derived from the heightened percentage of white blood cells in his body. He increased their ratio to combat the poison actively and expedite the development of immunity.

Yet, the poison wouldn't simply succumb to this assault. It fought back, destroying the white blood cells and directly attacking the source of these cells—the bone marrow.

Necrosis of the bone marrow ensued, inflicting excruciating pain. It was one of the most intense physical torments one could endure.

In fact, during this period, the child found himself at his weakest. Any external threat could potentially claim his life. Fortunately, he was isolated within the confines of the room, shielded from the outside world.

Gritting his teeth against the bone-piercing agony, the child concentrated on the poison within. In a shorter time than with any of the previous poisons, he triumphed over its effects.

"Huh... Huh... I feel reborn," he breathed, sensing the pain subside.

The poison had ravaged a significant portion of his muscles, predominantly consisting of proteins, and inflicted severe damage on his immune system. However, the magical effects that followed were as wondrous as ever.

His muscles and bones had undergone repair, and his bone marrow had begun regenerating miraculously.

The rebuilding process was far from simple. His muscles were reshaped to perfection, assuming their most optimal form. The same applied to his immune system, which grew stronger and more resilient after enduring a harsh blow.

His bones, in particular, became ridiculously robust and unyielding.

As for the bone marrow, its healing process was the slowest and seemed to require more time. Nevertheless, the changes that had occurred within it were of paramount importance.