Multi-Gene

Suddenly, Adam's eyes glowed intensely as his combat assistive system indicated an incoming danger.

Immediately, his suit activated combat mode and various metals clanged as they protected his body with massive layers of armor. From a regular cyborg, Adam Smasher transformed in an entire Mecha.

However, was it enough?

"SPLAT!!!"

Pieces of metals, brain matter as well as optical cyberwares flew out in all directions.

Adam's head which had been reinforced by several layers of metals exploded as a sudden force collided against it.

The sudden force was actually a large crimson paw with sharp, thick, terrifying, claws extending out from it.

The claws wrapped around the headless neck, crushing the reinforced metallic neck into pieces.

Adam's headless body shook and actually moved to escape the grasp of the claw. But after he had moved for a about ten to twelve steps. Adam Smasher shuddered and then collapsed to the ground, dead.

"Uhn, almost didn't succeed." A gruff voice rang out as the neon lights flickered, illuminating a three meters tall figure.

The figure was actually Tyrion in his peak form!

Currently, his veins which formed two separate patterns that extended from his hearts and wrapped around his body like a rune were pulsating along with the rapid beating of his heart.

Tyrion currently was like a true monster as his crimson hair floated around like a mane. The fangs in mouth had doubled.

Apart from the main fangs with jutted out of his lips upper and lower lips, another smaller one had appeared beside it.

His nose had morphed to that of snort and his eyes had transformed from a normal human one to a crimson cat like slit.

His eyebrows were now thick and bushy and his ears even longer now. 

Apart from that, his body had grown twice as large as his previous hybrid form, with massive thick muscles filling up his entire body like a tumor. 

It was as though he had been taking an upgraded version of steroids since birth. 

This drastic change was caused by the activation of dual activation of Berserk Explosion by his two hearts. 

Currently, his strength was off the chart. Even Tyrion have no idea of the measure of his current strength.

All he knew was that he could insta kill a half-step Demon fighter level.

"BOOM!!!"

Tyrion's first heart exploded like a grenade, taking half his shoulder as well as his chest.

His face changed and he immediately deactivated the technique.

As he went back to his human form, there was bit of fear on his face. Luckily, he had deactivated it the moment his first heart exploded.

The dual berserk explosion technique was truly devastating. Not even three seconds had passed when his heart was unable to handle such power and exploded.

Sighing in relief, he stared below at his scattered and pitiful corpse with no single piece of flesh left intact and shook his head.

"Not even a single but of corpse was left? You've really suffered. Luckily I didn't come here my self." He secretly gloated. 

But when he thought about the third arm relic he had lost, a pained expression appeared in his face. It was a really useful relic, his favorite so far. 

Staring at a pair of dark boots with numerous cracks on its surface, Tyrion's face changed slightly and he flashed before it. 

Removing his feet which was the only thing left of him, Tyrion carefully stroked it with a sad expression on his face.

This pain was even more deadly than the pain he felt for the Cyber ware arm. Luckily it didn't shatter. Its durability only reduced, affecting its efficiency. 

He would definitely repair it when he got back to the academy. Tyrion glared at the meat paste staining the floor. If he had known, he would never have given his relics to the clone. 

That's right, the previous Tyrion was actually a clone! 

When he was making some preparations at the second floor, he actually wasn't sitting idly, resting and eating. 

Instead, he upgraded his system from the second level to the third level! 

Recollecting the memories before when he upgraded the system. 

* * * 

Tyrion chewed and grinded the bone of the horned-bat and then said with his mouth full. 

"Status."

[God-level Healing Factor] <upgrade>(100,000)

[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]

[Innate Traits]

[10,000× regenerative cells]<passive>:

[Supernumerary (100,000)<Activate>]

[Damage Points: 416,999]

[Life-Level: Duval-hearted, Super Human]

[Cell Activated: 79%]

[Blood Demon Arts: Air Canon]

[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method] 

[Cell Tempering Technique: Demonic Blood Tempering Art(Max lvl) Special Effect(s): Tiger Beast Morph.']

[Combat Arts: Nine Sky Thunder Blade(Fourth level) 

Phantom Leg Art (Max lvl), 

True Berserk Explosion (lvl 9),<upgrade> 

Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl), 

Tiger Beast Morph(Max lvl), 

Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]

[Occupation: Open pervert]

[Remark: A frog growing wings]

...

"This should be enough to upgrade both the system and the Nine Sky Thunder Blade at least once and maybe even replicate another organ."

Tyrion muttered, his eyes lighting up in anticipation. 

"Upgrade system."

[-100,000]

[System Upgrade initiated, please wait...]

[Ding! System Upgrade Successful]

[Self Replication Trait Inherited] 

... 

Tyrion felt his cells come even more alive, as though they possess emotions of their own. They were little kids he could control with a single thought as they excitedly moved and worked in his body. 

His eyes flashed and he muttered. 

"Status."

[God-level Healing Factor] <upgrade>(1,000,000)

[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]

[Innate Traits];

[10,000× regenerative cells]<Passive>

[Supernumerary (100,000)<Activate>]

[Self Replication (100,000)<Activate>]

[Damage Points: 316,999]

[Life-Level: Dual-hearted, Super Human]

[Cell Activated: 79%]

[Blood Demon Arts: Air Canon]

[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method] 

[Cell Tempering Technique: Demonic Blood Tempering Art(Max lvl) Special Effect(s): Tiger Beast Morph.']

[Combat Arts: Nine Sky Thunder Blade(Fourth level) 

Phantom Leg Art (Max lvl), 

True Berserk Explosion (lvl 9),<upgrade> 

Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl), 

Tiger Beast Morph(Max lvl), 

Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]

[Occupation: Open pervert]

[Remark: There's more of you?]

...

[Self Replication: Use 100,000 damage points to overload the cells with energy, multiplying its replication ability into creating clone cells. Sever any parts of your body to replicate.]

...

At first, Tyrion didn't understand the what the system meant by cutting off any part of his body to replicate. But he understood after a while. 

It meant that he would need to cut off an arm or a leg to regenerate a clone from it. 

The more mass the body part severed possess, the shorter the period for instant replication. 

He was right all along, the system does promote self infliction!

But Tyrion was simply too excited not to try. Raising his right arm which was holding his Cypher blade up, Tyrion directly severed off his left arm. 

Beads of sweat formed on bus forehead as he gasped in pain. If it had been during a battle, he wouldn't have felt much pain, but he wasn't in battle and there was no adrenaline flooding his system at the moment, increasing his pain by quite a lot.

Blood splattered on the ground and his left arm flew into the air like a mannequin's arm, except that blood was actually spurting out from the arm like a tap. 

However, an interesting scene took place. 

As the arm was soaring through the air, it began to regenerate rapidly! 

From the wounded left arm, flesh, bones, muscles and veins rapidly grew, spreading as it fully formed the shoulder, regenerating the neck at the same time, growing a torso as well as his waist. 

By the time the severed arm landed on the ground, half a head had formed as well as the right arm. 

With a thud sound, the two arms touched the ground, and instantly, the head fully regenerated as his torso also regenerated, forming muscular arms as his legs also grew out with a pop. 

In the next second, a naked splitting image of Tyrion floors backward and landed steadily in the ground. 

His dark hair floated rapidly die to the inertia as the clone stood there with a massive grin on his face. While staring at his arms. 

"That's was nice."

A smirk appeared in his face as he glanced down at the stuff between his legs. "Not bad."

Tyrion flexed the muscles on his new body and was quite surprised. The strength of this body was totally similar to his true body. Eve his blood Demon Art as well as his skills and technique, the clone possessed them all. 

However, it didn't possess his system, neither did it possess any of his traits nor his regeneration ability, which was quite a bit of a disappointment to him. 

It would have been ten times better if it also possess his traits or a single bit of it.

Even then, the feeling was quite nice. He stared at his real body and noticed himself looking back at his clone. 

The clone was like an another extention of his body he could control as he wished as though he was controlling his own body. 

Moreover, he could let go of his his control and give his clone an instruction which it will follow to the best of its ability, just like a puppy with no emotions. 

At the end, he had tested the combat strength of the clone by heading to the third floor.