Novel & Cerita Regeneration

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

I may have traveled to the past, but it seems like I am still weak even with all the knowledge I brought with me from the future. Though it is true that I am tired because after using my ‘healing’ talent for a long time, I realize that it’s not actually healing the wound. The true magic behind the talent that I stole from the demon is regeneration. It’s no wonder that the healing time is quicker. Not only that, but I use corruption in order to take away the damaged parts so my regenerative magic can work better. “You’ll be the one who will need immediate care if you collapse. Take a break, Zarah, or I will call your brother.” His tone doesn’t leave any room fo

Damian always scolded me for it. He would say, "Eating this slowly wastes precious time. You're so useless." When I once again noticed I was eating slowly and holding everyone up, I instinctively apologized to Lily. Lily looked at me in surprise. "What are you apologizing for?” "Eating slowly helps with digestion! It's a good habit. You don't need to feel ashamed of it." Under Lily's constant encouragement, I gradually became more confident. I started reevaluating myself. I graduated from a top university, had a job that could support me, was tall, had a good personality.

From that point on, I stopped skimming the comments and started actually studying them. I worked to understand what people meant when they talked about sweet moments and shipping couples. Then I came across a word I'd never encountered before. Transmigration! The moment I applied it to Tristan's sudden change in personality, everything clicked into place. However, I needed proof before I could act on it. I didn't know when the foreign soul had taken over his body, so I used acupuncture to seal his pressure points. That technique did more than just put him to sleep. It had a second effect. It would trigger a relapse of his old soul-untethering condition.

The medical bay hummed with the quiet efficiency of advanced technology. Marcus lay suspended in a translucent gel within a cylindrical regeneration tank, the fluid glowing with a soft, turquoise light. A web of microscopic nanites worked tirelessly, rebuilding him from the cellular level up. But this was more than simple healing; it was a fundamental reforging.

The ability to possess an ageless and immortal body inherent in high caste Vampires. Grants the user the ability to possess the power of natural regeneration, which grants the power to regenerate instantly the moment a wound is made, the speed of the healing and the intensity of it depends on the Skill level. Additionally, lost limbs, bones, organs, and more can be regenerated except for things such as the Blood Core and the Dragon Heart. By glancing at this Skill, Chaos wondered if he could slice himself apart and use such flesh to eat himself and satiate his hunger whenever there was no food. It was certainly a terrifying and immoral thing to do, but Chaos w

Sara snarled, fury vibrating off her. “It does make a huge difference. He's onto something big. I did more research on his species and realized that…” He fished out another book from the same coat: “Old slayers can regenerate, not necessarily by mating but naturally.” He finished, staring right at her. What the actual fuck? Remind me to finish him when we finally meet again. “You have got to be kidding me,” Sara growled, her eyes fixed on the red dots. Alpha Thaddeus and I exchanged a knowing look, then I turned back to him.

Holly repeated her question. “Yeah good, it’s all stuff I know I am sure I will pass.” And he was, he knew his profession, for many years it was all he lived and breathed, he had the confidence in himself. He put in more hours in the skills labs than any other intern. Until recently he had never taken so much as a sick day since he was an intern, and he always picked up extra shifts, not only did he study and practice as a foetal surgeon, he spent time in labour and OB, in the NICU. Basically everything he could that came either before or after him, he thought having a complete understanding of the whole process would make him a better surgeon, and he had been right.

Asked May again standing next to her mother watching curiously. "It's an battle mechanism taught to me by Lily, his mother. In serious injury when we we're unable to regenerate as fast, they localized all wounds in one central area. That way repairs could be done at one place instead of all over the body. Though it can only be done so many times." My body thrashed against the bed a final time, my hands immediately clawing at my throat, before everything stills around me, Lady Arnott's hand resting against my forehead as my vision cleared.

They were men of science who had long ago traded their Hippocratic oaths for blank checks and unrestricted access to forbidden biology. "Play it again," Manji ordered. His voice was soft, barely a whisper, yet it commanded absolute silence in the room. On the central screen, the shaky cell phone footage played for the hundredth time. It showed the chaotic aftermath of the accident in the city center. It showed the boy, Baraka Juma, screaming in the red dust. "Magnificent," Professor Peter breathed, leaning forward. He paused the video at the exact moment the regeneration began. "Look at the rate of cellular mitosis. It’s... it’s aggressive. It defies the Hayfl