"KA-CHA!"
Tyrion could faintly hear the sound of something being ruptured inside his body, producing crisp sounds similar to shattering glass.
Suddenly, he felt an itchy sensation and extended his hands. His palms which were previously little were now larger than even those of a bear.
The joints on the top were thick and large, with gray veins patterning his now distorting muscles.
It didn't resemble a human hand but was rather beginning to look like the claws of some ferocious beast. It even caused him to recall the ancient white tigers he had once seen in the movies.
From the looks of it, his body was beginning to change and his palm was starting to look like the paws of a fierce white tiger.
'This is a change in substance…' Tyrion shut his eyes, feeling as if his body had been freed from some sort of shackles.
A faint sense of wildness and a domineering freedom to act according to his heart's desire coursed through him like a raging storm.
However, he withstood the urges and sat unmoving In the tub for a long time.
"Sz… Sz… Sz…"
Suddenly, the strange sounds of something being twisted and agitated started to extend out from his body, like the stirring of a mire.
"Hmph!"
Tyrion grunted out in pain as it felt as though his bones were being hammered down and reshaped.
Under the shade of the room, Tyrion's massive physical form was beginning to change, little by little.
It was almost as if his genes were being altered and his muscles oscillating with bulging veins twisting and morphing all like snakes underneath his skin.
The hundred-plus metals plugged within his flesh to stop him from healing shot outwards like bullets, as white thick hairs extended out from his pores!
His back cracked and his shoulders popped as his physique expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he had grown twice his previous size! The bones in his face cracked and reshaped, morphing as it took the distinct shape of a tiger.
"Ah!"
Even with his incredible tolerance for pain, the breaking down and restructuring in his bones was still a bit much.
Blood dripped from his lips when his teeth elongated by ten ten-centimeters piercing his lips.
As though that wasn't enough, his fingers elongated, forming thick and sharp claws as furs spurted around his transformed paws.
The transformation took almost an hour and by the time his body stopped morphing, the thick crimson water within the tub turned even clearer.
After staying in the tub for a long time, Tyrion finally opened his eyes.
The corners of Tyrion's mouth curved upwards as he looked down at both of his hands, which were almost unrecognizable.
"BAM!!!"
He abruptly clenched his palms into fists. In that split moment, his five fingers squeezed the air around it, causing an explosion not unlike a muffled thunder.
Looking at his white paws, he sensed that his body had reached a frighteningly powerful state that was stronger than before by leaps and bounds.
Finally unable to contain it any longer, Tyrion lifted his head to the sky and laughed madly to his heart's content, his laugh resounding like the roar of a wild beast.
He looked at the status on the screen.
[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]
[Specie: Human]
[Innate Trait(Lvl:1): 10,000× regenerative cell(10,000)]
[Damaged Points: 16,832]
[Life Level: Cell Activation]
[Cell Activation Level: 42%(+20%)]
[Dust Absorbing Technique: Demonic Blood Tempering Method]
[Combat Arts: Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl), Tiger Beast Morph(1.0) [Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]
[Occupation: Open pervert]
[Remark: If there was an award for trash… ]
The special effect of the Demonic blood-tempering method was truly shocking.
Apart from adding 20% cell activation level to his genes, Tyrion didn't expect it to actually transform the entirety of his genetic structure.
Upgrading the Cell Tempering method to the highest level created an entirely new combat skill called the Beast Morph.
With the beast morph combat technique, he could actually transform into the tiger form!
He stood up on his two legs. His thighs that was as thick as a grown man's waist stomped heavily on the ground. The ground thumped heavily as he went ahead to the full-body mirror.
He couldn't help but be startled seeing the soul-stirring, pure-golden slit pupils staring back at him as though wanting to suck his soul into those eyes.
His body had expanded and his muscles were twice as large as before, not to mention the two sharp fangs protruding out from his lips, the white furs that sprouted out from his pores covered every single bit of his skin including his legs.
Right now, Tyrion was a mix between a tiger and a human and everything seems to have increased. Thankfully, there weren't any major changes like him unable to stand on two legs and his voice being unable to form words.
His eyes swept all over his body and inadvertently stopped between his gigantic thighs.
"He-he." Tyrion couldn't help but grin evilly as his thoughts ran wildly, a particular crimson-eyed woman flashing in his mind.
Suddenly, a sense of exhaustion overwhelmed him and a dizzy sensation overcame the fullness of strength.
Tyrion frowned and the feeling got extreme as time passed, making him stagger backwards. It was as though his body was telling him to let go and let go he did.
In that instant, his body began compressing like a deflated ball as his muscles squirmed and his bones condensed together to their original form.
His white furs, long sharp fangs, and claws retracted as though squeezed together by some form of invisible hands as his paws reformed, becoming just pure human hands and his junk reducing, going back to its previous size, something Tyrion sighed in regret.
He was once again human and his body, very well naked.
The dizzy sensation soon left him and he was finally able to regain his bearing.
His face was a bit gloomy. He was in that form for only about ten seconds which meant that he could only use this combat form at the most crucial time.
Moreover, from the lack of energy he was feeling and the weakness he was currently feeling, after morphing into the tiger-hybrid form he would be weak for some time and wouldn't be able to attack.
It was a kill-or-be-killed skill, but not to him.
After wiping himself dry, he went out for a cold shower again as his body was exuding slight amount of steam from the morph.