Novel & Cerita Regeneration

How do I reverse that process? “The boy must take more blood, even if he doesn't feel the need,” Dansk said. “Werewolves have the ability to naturally regenerate, so when injured they heal almost immediately, but with the presence of a different gene, that process can be slowed down a bit. On the other hand, when a vampire consumes blood, his cellular structure also regenerates, which is why we consume it. The same thing can happen with the boy, but I recommend that he be lycanthrope blood again, so the regeneration could be favorable for him, either delaying the process or reversing it.” “But if both groups have the ability to regenerate, why is it aging? Tha

After all, my original plan had been to get the inheritance. Wesley was the kind of person I never needed to lift a finger for. He could not be more perfect. During the seventh year after my rebirth, he took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were blanketed in vibrant red, bursting with life and energy. As we walked down the path, I quietly took his hand. I wished, more than anything, that time could just stop right here. (The End)

Cynthia was even more smug, even secretly livestreaming with her phone. The title of the livestream was particularly eye-catching. [Everyone, witness how Gen Zs reorganize the workplace and how we take welfare back from capitalists!] At 9 AM sharp, I walked into the conference room. Everyone instantly fixed their gaze on me. There were gloat, gossip, and anticipation. I walked up to the front of the stage and bowed deeply. "Sorry." A murmur rippled through the audience before thunderous applause exploded. In Cynthia's livestream chat, the screen was instantly flooded with comments like "The boss apologized!" and "Good job, Gen Z!".

"All parameters are stable. No fluctuations overnight, no degradation in any of the test models." Benjamin adjusted his glasses, his hands trembling slightly with excitement. "If this holds during live confirmation, then..." He exhaled slowly. "Then it's a hundred percent functional." A quiet stillness settled over the room at those words. A hundred percent. Even I felt the weight of it. The Lunar Regeneration Project was never supposed to reach perfection this quickly. Its purpose had always been ambitious beyond reason: a serum capable of fully regenerating damaged wolf cores.

As Noel quietly whispered the regeneration spell, the veins on his hands glowed to the tips of his hands and it effected the veins that were in Rukael's hands. Little by little, fibres of muscles and veins started to form and courses through the formation of both of Rukael's arms. He grunted, trying to suppress the great pain from the sudden rapid growth of his limbs. Noel also gritted his teeth. He was not in pain but he was trying to hold himself from fainting due to lack of Mana. He couldn't stop the process now, or Rukael's arms won't grow perfectly. After about half an hour of the regeneration process, Rukael's arms were su

His body healed quickly with the influx of energy. His body was now covered in a golden sheen. Even his golden bones, internal organs, and muscles were starting to regenerate.

I complained as I looked away. With all casualty, as if nothing happened, Sir Rigor asked, "Give me an empty glass." I glanced at Sir Rigor and exclaimed, "E-Excuse me?" "How pathetic of me... It seems like no matter how much I grow, I can't leave behind the past!" Oi! What the hell am I seeing?! The wound on his forehead is... disappearing?! And the blood on the floor... it's gathering in one place in a shape of a sphere. It's like regeneration! The cut in between his eyebrows is closing off... is he generating flesh?! Impossible!

Each step lands clean and sure — weight settling evenly, like the injury means nothing. "You're healing too fast," I say, voice low. "Bothered?" My eyes snap to his profile. "Why are you healing so fast?" "Missing taking care of me?" "I would rather have you dead." I sneer. "Answer." "Rapid Regenerative Response," he says. "What?" He frowns, annoyed. "Some people regenerate tissue faster. Nothing special." Matter-of-fact. No hesitation. No defensiveness. Just… certainty.

Some poor snakes had the privilege of being crushed and pierced through my the paws and claws of the wolves. As the wolves approached the dunes, something was taking place behind them. The first snake Koushi sliced began to move. Its head shook slightly until the bloody end grew out a new body. Its former body shook out a new head. Two new snakes lifted out of the sand where one was initially killed. So it happened with every snake that the wolves running killed. They were conducting a form of epimorphic regeneration, growing new individuals from the old tissues. Racing ahead, the wolves and the ones they carried had no idea a new army was rising behind them.

The sterile white walls of my laboratory had become my entire world. For years, I had chased a phantom: the secret to spontaneous cellular regeneration. I wanted to end the era of slow healing, of scars, of organ failure. I wanted to turn the human body into a self-repairing machine.