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nBlack winds blew among the mountain ridges located along the southwest region of Death Gate Academy.

nThe sound of wind whistled in the dark night.

nTyrion was hurrying in the direction, of the forest, carrying his long-hilted black saber.

nHe did not intend to reach deep into Thousand Vines Ridge; he merely wanted to find an opportunity to test his saber skills and get a few blood essences from Evo beasts.

nThe rate at which he needed demonic blood essence was astonishing. With enough blood essence, Tyrion could utilize the Demonic Blood cell tempering method, forcefully stimulating his genes and increasing the percentage of his activated cells.

nWithout any fear of his gene collapsing since he possesses a power regenerative ability. With enough blood, he could become invisible!

nApart from his regenerative ability, Demonic Blood’s Beast Morph and Berserk Explosion were his Ultimate Trump which he did not intend to divulge.

nTo outsiders, everyone believed him to be an ordinary person of low talent, too weak to even truss a chicken.

nUsing their prejudice, he could rely on this skill of his to turn the tables on his opponent should he find himself in a dangerous situation.

nOf course, all this was dependent on his combat skills and judgment making.

nTyrion wasn’t sure where Thousand Vines exactly was, or how far it was from the Legend Mountain.

nThere was no night curfew in Death Gate Academy.

nTyrion tightened his cloak around him. He changed into simple and plain clothing and then stained his face to slightly alter his appearance. Alone, he dressed in thick clothes and lowered his head to cover his face.

nAnd so, he became just a random student who wanted to try his luck in the forest.

nThe pitch-black wilderness of the forest seemed like a huge, hibernating beast, concealed in the silence under the moon.

nHis heart was beating quickly.

nStanding in front of the forest, he hesitated but quickly hid.

n“Haha, thanks to you Savied, we managed to rack up enough death points to last a whole month…”

nA group of students returning in the night was just exiting the forest and heading to the dorm.

nThe wind carried the sounds of their joyous laughter as they hurriedly headed towards the Mission Hall to exchange the beast corpses.

nTyrion didn’t hesitate any longer as Demonic Blood flowing deep in his veins surged through his body, causing his fear to diminish.

nThis was because the White tiger was one without fear even on such a pitch-black environment.

nOr rather, the white Tiger itself was an excellent hunter who could see well in pitch darkness.

n30 minutes in, he started to sight some random wild animals. 𝘪.𝑐ℴ𝘮

nNormally a Genetic Soldier without 50% of his cell activated would never dare to come to this kind of dangerous place.

nEven Tyrion was quite cautious about his surroundings and kept his hands on his blade at all times, ready to react to any commotion. .

nSilently stalking forward, he walked deeper into Thousand Vine’s forest for about an hour before he met his first beast, a rank 2 Evo beast that was wounded.

nHowever, Tyrion lamented his misfortune that his first beast was actually rank 2 and he hurriedly hid in horror.

nLuckily, it seemed too distracted by its injury and left quickly. Tyrion wiped an Invincible sweat off his face as he signed on in relief.

nAfter walking for a while and killing three normal beasts, Tyrion suddenly stopped and moved all his focus to his ears to enhance his hearing.

nThe biggest difference between a normal person and a Genetic Soldier was the ability to utilize focus. A normal person could have amazing senses but after a point, they will hit a limit. But a Genetic Soldier, once they’ve activated and unlocked a part of their cells, their senses would be enhanced by a whole new level.

nMoreover, they could zone out everything else around them and increase one part of their senses by blocking off other senses.

nTyrion held the torch in one hand, while the other unhurriedly drew the long-hilted saber from behind his back.

nThe long-hilted saber was a type of saber derived from a combination of a weapon and a farming tool. It had a very long hilt.

nThe hilt and the blade of Tyrion’s saber were roughly of the same length. When the blade was removed, it could be used as a pole for farming. It was somewhat similar to a small glaive.

nHe was surrounded by messy heaps of stones in weird shapes and sizes. There weren’t any trees around, and thus there was no fear of anything catching fire.

nTyrion stuck the torch in between the rocks and carefully retrieved a paper bag from his combat bag. Inside it, there was a slab of fresh pork he had ordered earlier this afternoon.

nHe slowly unfolded the grease paper and laid it onto the ground.

nThere were still traces of blood on the surface of the meat slab. A raw smell of blood soon wafted in the wind, spreading around the area.

nTyrion lifted his saber and hid himself a short distance away, hunched behind a big rock, waiting.

nThe wind was rather cold.

nTyrion tilted his body, sticking to the white rock that was slightly taller than a person, and gazed in the direction of the meat slab.

nTime passed by slowly.

n“Howl…”

nSoon, the wind brought with it a faint sound, similar to the wind yet reminiscent of the whimpering of some animal.

n“HOO!”

nSuddenly, a black shadow flashed from the side. The light from the torch reflected in and revealed a pair of lush green eyes.

nThe black shadow moved with extreme speed. In a moment, it pounced on the meat slab, held the meat in its mouth, and sped away.

nTyrion rejoiced and was about to move.

nSuddenly, his back tightened as a gust of cold wind blew against it.

nTyrion’s eyes went wide. Lifting the long-hilted saber, he turned around and swung it, delivering a horizontal slash.

n“Solar Strike!”

n𝘳𝑎.𝒸ℴ

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