SWNOVELS 90 Tier 2 Relic: Cyber arm, Blood Demon Art: Gun Slinger
"Bang!"
[Minor injury, +9 damage points]
The half steel head dropped to he to the ground with a thud as the blood splattered in mid air.
A single man panted heavily as he stood atop a mountain of corpse and a river of black blood beneath his feet.
That person was Tyrion. Tyrion's body was currently riddled with numerous bullet holes. The only difference between him and a sieve is that he had more holes than it.
Except for his head, everywhere else had been penetrated...
Tyrion panted heavily as black blood stained his entire body as though he had bath in blood.
His eyes revealing deadly trace of killing intent as he held onto his cypher blade, looking for who or what to kill next and the best way to effectively kill them.
Realizing there was no weaponized zombie left, Tyrion slowly claimed down and his rapidly beating hearts slowed down to normal as adrenaline finally faded.
...
[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]
[Innate Traits]
[10,000× regenerative cells](100,000 ):
[Supernumerary (100,000)]
[Damage Points: 103,009]
[Life-Level: Super Human]
[Cell Activated: 71%]
[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),
Berserk Explosion (Max lvl),
Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl),
Tiger Beast Morph(Max lvl),
Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]
[Occupation: Open pervert]
...
Looking at his status, Tyrion was fully satisfied with the amount damage points he had managed to gather.
Just as he was about to extract blood essence from the pile of dead corpses, a loud rumbled reverberate through the entire floor as the faint pop of a bubble exploding sounded out.
Right before Tyrion, a metallic stairway leading to the next floor landed on the ground with a thud.
Tyrion glanced at the stair way for a few seconds before his eyes landed on an object laying on the platform.
The object was silver in color, giving an astonishing vibe that was similar to a relic.
Seeing this item, Tyrion's eyes shine as he immediately moved forwards. In the blink of an eye, he flashed and arrived before the object and he could finally see the true shape of the relic.
It was a metallic arm that shone a silvery color. Runes patterned around the arm, seemingly like a tattoo and 'Dust' seem to automatically be absorbed by the metal arm like a black hole.
"A true relic."
This was Tyrion's first relic and he couldn't help but relish the feeling of holding the cybernetic arm.
Without waiting a single moment, he but his finger and let his blood drip into the relic.
It wasn't until the relic turned a light crimson color that the arm finally moved.
The edge of the arm that was supposed to be connected with the shoulder hummed as hundreds of tiny micro wires wriggled from within.
Tiny metal needles also jutted out from it as he remained in the air.
The fingers straighted as the palm widened, revealing a tiny hole at the center.
An holographic image of instructions appeared above the palm, along with the name.
"Titan's Grip."
Tyrion muttered with a smile. It was a truly fitting name.
All of a sudden he stabbed the edge of the arm which had the needles, wires and iron bones directly into his spine, just below his skull.
"Hmph!"
Tyrion grunted in slight pain and discomfort as the needles pierced deeply into his back, opening a large hole in his back like a blooming flower, splashing blood and pieces of flesh and muscles to the ground.
The Cyber ware dug deeper and deeper as the micro wires squirmed deeply into his skin, connecting lwith his nerves, blood vessels, muscles and bones.
The feeling was similar to something digging deep into his back, latching and anchoring firmly with his spinal bone, shoulder blades along with his spinal chord.
Note, for a process like this, anesthetics are usually prescribed and delivered to the user to dull the pain, but Tyrion didn't have time to waste on such things, he directly implanted the Cyber ware into his spine while only letting out a single grunt of pain.
It was as though his pain sensory had been filled. But the truth was that he was already beginning to get used to the feeling of extreme pain.
At this moment a new feeling of some sort glitched at the back of his brain, just like an itch he could not scratch.
Tyrion's furrowed brows relaxed as he knew what this was. It was the feeling of the cybernetic arm finally merging with him.
Suddenly, he raised his left hand upwards as though he was holding something. f(r)eeweb(n)ovel
"PA!"
The cybernetic hand suddenly moved from behind him, curling over his head and clapped hands with his left hand.
Tyrion immediately grinned. This relic sure was useful. Now, he could be said to possess three arms.
He flexed his third arm and carefully caressed his hair with it. It really feels similar to his two true arms and he could even feel the texture of his hair, the tangled knots and even the dried blood over his face through his metallic arm! It was truly astonishing.
Throwing the Cypher blade upwards, his third arm grabbed it perfectly.
Tyrion closed his eyes and performed the Nine Sky Thunder Blades.
"CRRACKLE!".
The air rumbled as electricity crackled.
Lightning surged through the air with a loud rumble and stuck at a huge pillar.
"KA-BOOM!" contemporary romance
The wall instantly shattered into pieces as darkened fragments of cements and rumble and dust flew out in all directions.
Tyrion let out a satisfied grin, and then proceeded to extract blood esscense from the corpses.
Due to the help of his third arm, Tyrion was easily able to complete the task more efficiently.
Moreover, he got actually got three Blood Demon Arts from searching through the corpses of the Weaponized Zombies.
Two was a common attack Blood Demon Art — Poisonous Claws while the third one was actually a rare Blood Demon Art: Gun Slinger.