27 Fine...

The dragon demoness's eyes which had been through various situations and had seen through the vastitude of this world to consider her an older generation, opened wide in surprise.

She couldn't help but be stunned seeing his regenerative Trait in real-time. It was one thing to hear something and it was another to see it.

Of course, she had witnessed regenerative Traits before and even possessed one herself.

The government as well as the military had of course developed their own version of regenerative Traits to strengthen their army and it is impossible to retrieve one as it was only dedicated to the soldiers alone to assist with the battle against EVOs and the cleansing of the various randomly popping dimensions.

But even the highest grade of regenerative Trait the military could produce was only of Silver level, which can increase one's regenerative speed by ten to twenty times.

It was fine healing flesh wounds in a few minutes, healing broken bones in a few hours as well as producing more adrenaline and stamina ten times that of ordinary humans.

As for regenerating shattered bones from scratch? It was simply impossible!

But Tyrion's Trait was even more advanced than the military-created ones!

He could not only create bones from scratch. It took just a few seconds to create them and fully healed.

From what she could witness, his trait could be the rumored Mythic level Trait and as long as half his brain and heart remained activated, he was practically unkillable!

The more she looked at it, the more she realized how powerful his Trait was. If she could get his blood, the chances of healing her hidden injuries would soar and maybe her strength could be restored, returning her to her past glory!

In the next second, her eyes which had lit up previously suddenly returned to normal as she calmed herself.

Her indifferent eyes swept past his baby-skinned chest and locked towards Tyrion's eyes.

she stared deeply into his pure-green pupils which seemed to have three rings in them, containing a hint of madness and savagery, a strange kind of silence enveloped the room.

Suddenly, a shadow of a smirk seemed to appear on her lips but vanished immediately.

"Fine."

With that, Instructor Keisha retreated a few steps backward, stopping a few meters.

"Fine..."

Tyrion who was about to let out another cold laugh, preparing to state a few more cold lines froze.

"What…?"

She said 'Fine?'

He was immediately stunned by the words that had come out of her mouth. He couldn't help but doubt if he had heard her correctly.

A strange expression appeared on his face as he wriggled out from the wall. He had expected more resistance from her and was prepared to earn at least 10,000 damage points from her but why she wasn't going according to the script?

He couldn't help but feel as though she had some sort of nefarious plan that would execute in her head.

"What do you want in exchange for your blood?"

Tyrion couldn't help but scratch his head in confusion. The story development was going a little too fast for him and he was unable to react fast enough.

"Uhm… 100,000 credit points, a tier-3 combat technique, and then 100 bottles of high-level Evo beast's blood."

Instructor Keisha only gave him a single glance before stating. "A single piece of information in exchange for your blood."

"During the start of the lecture, you will be given a group mission to head into the Ancestral Winged-race Temple. The mission is to defeat and kill a 1-star Headless-angel there. Without four people with 80 percent activated cells working together, the chances of dying there is 100%."

She retracted her dragonic scales and her claws back into her body and her arm returned to their fresh supply skin.

"As for you, you have only activated 40% percent of your cells, even with your regenerative Trait, you will surely die since what Headless-angels loathes the most are humans with head, they always make sure to turn them to paste before they are satisfied. You should beg those at the top 100 to form teams with you otherwise, you'd die for nothing."

Tyrion's face changed slightly. She doesn't seem to be exaggerating and he didn't think she was saying those things to scare him. If what she said was true, then he might need to either increase his strength drastically within the next two days or grovel and beg the top 100 students to form a group with him.

But it was impossible. Everyone in the top 100 and even 200 absolutely hates him to the extreme. He had taken the title of Legend despite only activating 30% of his cells back then and had even earned the rewards of four consecutive techniques from the reward center. It wasn't an exaggeration to say they would cook him alive if they got a hold of him.

Tossing the syringe at him. The instructor adjusted her hair and continued. "You are already using the Cell-activating technique suitable for your Traits. I don't care what you plan to do to increase your strength in two days, just make sure not to die."

With that, she passed by Tyrion grabbed the filled-up syringe from his hand, and left through the broken door.

Before she left, she said spoke. "The academy sells serums capable of increasing your cell activation level. Also, behind the mountain are lots of forests containing low-level Evo beasts.

The upper-year Legends don't care for such low-level beasts but for you... "

With that, she vanished. Tyrion's face lit up hearing her words. Since he had about 40,000 death points, he should be able to purchase a few serums that could help with increasing his cell activation level instead of purchasing blood essence and tearing open his skin according to his cell tempering method.

Tyrion took a glance at his living room and his heightened mood dropped. She came, destroyed his room, and left just like that. He certainly didn't feel like he had the upper hand in the deal!

However, he was incredibly lucky. If he was the Demoness, he would have taken him without his permission and tied him to an underground laboratory to milk him for blood.

No matter how headstrong, everyone breaks with time.