Miles controlled one of the tendrils and made it come up close to his face. The tips of the tendrils slightly opened up and Miles could see that thousands of tiny tendrils surrounded a massive needle made of bones at the center.
Slowly, Miles reached back and lightly brushed a hand against one of them. The tentacle responded with a smooth, rippling motion, curling around his wrist as if greeting him. A mixture of confusion and excitement filled his mind—he didn't know what he was turning into but it seemed powerful.
He took a moment to flex the tentacles in different directions, and they move d as he ordered like a flesh of his own. They curled through the air like serpents, droplets of the amniotic-like fluid scattering onto the ground. Every shift of muscle, every soft scrape of metal skins touching each other was clear in his mind.
"BOOM!"
The ground exploded as a tentacle slammed heavily into the ground.
"Not as powerful as my all out attack but it still contains more than half my strength."
Suddenly Miles had an idea. He shook his shoulder and the three tentacles stabbed into the ground behind him. Slowly, his body lifted off the ground as the tentacles held him up.
"Hahaha! This is fun!"
Miles laughed as he walked on his tendrils like a new born baby who just started learning to walk.
...
After a while, he calmed down andmotuved something else. His cellular manipulation had I crossed to level 2.
The moment Miles felt that heightened control over his body—like every cell had become an obedient soldier awaiting his command—he couldn't resist testing it out. An idea suddenly crossed his mind: 'What if my hand became a blade?'
He focused on his left hand, breathing slowly as he imagined the shape of a knife. In an instant, a tingling warmth spread from his wrist to his fingertips.
In the blink of an eyes, the flesh around his fingers suddenly began to fuse, almost like wet clay being molded together. The transformation was gradual, each finger merging into a single piece of tissue. In less than a minute, his entire hand had smoothed over and elongated into the rough shape of a knife.
Though it wasn't razor-sharp, it we as enough to stab into the flesh of a Supersoldier. The blade-hand felt sturdy, and he could sense every part of its strange, seamless surface. He gave a cautious swing, and while the blade didn't cut through the air like steel, it was still undeniably remarkable.
The moment he stopped imagining the blade shape hand, just as swiftly, he felt a slight pull and a soft tingle. The blade's edges began to recede, and the single smooth surface separated back into five distinct digits. The transformation ended in seconds, leaving his hand exactly as it was before—complete with fingers, knuckles, and nails.
Miles flexed his hand experimentally, wiggling his fingers to make sure everything felt right. An excited grin tugged at his lips. He would never be ashamed of the his third leg again. He could Imagine hitting every single spot and filling every hole to the brim with the shrinking and enlargement of his third leg.
After a while, Miles used the rest of the Biomass/energy units to upgrade himself directly to level 3 Super Soldier realm.
"Status!"
❰Name: Miles Mahito❱
❰Realm: Supersoldier❱
❰Biomass/Energy Storage Capacity: 0 units❱
❰Bloodline Limit: Ultimate Biomass/Energy Absorption❱ (Level 1) [XXX-Rank]<1000 Biomass units>
❰Active Abilities❱
• 〘Bioenergy/Biomass Absorption〙 (Level 2)
• 〘Nuclear Pulse Talent〙(1-star High Tier)
❰Passive Abilities❱
• 〘Cellular Manipulation〙 (Level 2)
• 〘Tendril Growth〙: {Lv:1}
• 〘Live Absorption〙Inactive [upgrade to level 3]
❰Nuclear Techniques❱
• 〘Iron Skin〙 (Lv:2) {Tier 1} (1000)
❰Occupation: True Man Of Culture❱
❰Remark: Still…weak!❱
...
Miles felt the power coursing through his veins and he grinned wildly. With his strength and unexpected abilities, she should be able to easily battle a level 4 super Soldier and fight a level 5 Supersoldier to a stand still.
Miles decided to rest for the night.
...
Time went by quickly. On the third day, carrying a huge bagpack, Miles headed back to the city.
The military camp was as lively as before and even more lively. He checked out by revealing his identification card then hailed a taxi towards Helixor city.
...
His current attributes were increasing at a fast rate.
If Miles had obediently stayed in school and trained hard, his strength would definitely not have increased so quickly.
On cab, Miles opened the class group chat, planning to check if anything new happened in class today.
Most of the people were basically talking about their respective training situations.
"I stayed in the gym for the whole day today, and my nuclear pulse only increased by 2 percent. Could you believe that?"
"You definitely didn't train hard enough. I increased mine by 5 percent."
"Which one of you went to an actual dimensional zone? I heard that there was a rookie who was so fearless that he went to a dimensional zone, fighting a ferocious beast. But it seems that he ended up crippled!"
"Forget it. A rookie who has just awakened should train for a week before considering entering dimensions. Otherwise, he would just be sent to an early grave!"
"You're right. Let's just continue training…"
The class chat group was bustling with discussion, with everyone sharing their training experiences.
However, there was no doubt that they were afraid of actual combat.
Unless they were fighting those beasts that were basically harmless, or else they wouldn't dare make a move.
Miles flipped through the chat logs for a short while before turning killing the app out of boredom.
The environment you are in shapes you. It seemed that he had made the right choice to go to the dimensional zone.
Since that was the case, he would be better off continuing to farm in the dimensional zone.
Rusthaven, Sky cloud Academy. Number Two Secondary School, Year 12 Class 2 classroom...
Looking at his students below the stage, year 12 teacher, Instructor Klein announced a very important matter.