Templado Corporal Novels & Stories

The main lesson was to not show their powers outside the Small World. Days turned into weeks, and Betty and Carol broke through the first stage of Body Life Destruction. On the days they broke through, they almost gave up on their cultivation due to the pain. “Why is it so painful?” Carol asked, lying on the grass with sweat. “The body goes through a restructuring, and the bones are now ten times more durable than before. The first three are the worst of this body tempering; it will get better afterward.” Blake explained. They had to go through bone tempering, tendons, skin, and muscle tempering in the first three then the rest of the body followed. The body’s shell must be more vital to acc

“It’s not like that for me. Maybe because I was turned by hybrids, and you’re born to it?” “I feel ripped off, then,” he grumbled. Talen cleared his throat in a subtle reminder that he was about to try to shift. “Do I picture the form in my head?” He asked when their attention returned to him. “Not… really?” Cameron answered. “Your body sort of knows where it needs to go and what it should look like.” “I think that picturing something might lead to problems,” Heath replied. “Like your body might try to force itself into a shape that is just not natural to it, rather than assume the shape that is.”

The biological fleet didn't descend like an invading force; it settled over the Mosaic-World like a returning lung. The ships were made of pulsing muscle, bone-white hulls, and veins that flowed with liquid gold. From the lead ship, a ramp of living tissue extended. A man stepped out who was the perfect, unblemished version of Leo—the "Original" from which the "Template" had been copied. He wore a suit of silk and neuro-conductive thread, and his eyes held the terrifying coldness of someone who had never known a "Hollow" chest because he was already full of himself.

As usual, after finishing his training, which was noon Theo took some rest and ate his lunch. finishing what must be done, Theo start tempering his body, It was in the last stage of basic body tempering, which is bone and it was the spine that was left. when Theo open his eyes after doing his body tempering, the sun was about to set, so he went to the forest, to check the trap. His body tempering of the spine was partially done. as you might think why, its because the spine is the most difficult part of the body to refined, and even the slightest mistake can make you cripple for rest of your life.

It was like finding light at the end of a tunnel, and everything felt so surreal to him. "It's too early to celebrate," Emperor Aurelias said seriously. "Not everyone gets to learn the Nine Heavens Holy Profound Art. Even though you have a fairy soul, your physique is not strong enough. You need the Five Elements Tempered Body to do it. Then, you will have the body of a Saint God to cultivate the Nine Heavens Holy Profound Art." Darryl was stunned. "What is the Five Elements Tempered Body?" he asked. "The Five Elements Tempered Body is to temper your physique through the power of the five elements," Emperor Aurelias answered thoughtfully.

He looked at the Elite, wondering how to make his presence known. While he internally debated, a part of his mind brought up a question he had been thinking about for the last several days. Partials and Techs can normally be spotted by the metal all over their bodies. From armor covering non replaceable vulnerable parts to entire limbs having been replaced. The Partials of Squad Alpha, however, show no signs of Techmorphasis. And while it is possible for their internal organs to have been replaced first, a whole squad is never made out of those who only got their insiders replaced. So his question is ‘what part of them is not human?’.

Marcus screamed. The guards raised their rifles. I didn't move. I didn't have to. The tank behind me shattered. Not from the outside, but from the inside. The Template stepped out of the glass. He wasn't weak. He wasn't old. He stood seven feet tall, his muscles rippling under translucent skin. His teeth were elongated. His eyes were pure, glowing gold. "Father?" Marcus gasped. The Template didn't speak. He reached out and crushed the head of the nearest guard like a ripe melon.

ultimate dream—a Genesis without a soul. "Who... who is he?" Silas wheezed, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, protective radiance. "He is the 'Stabilized Draft', Silas," the Lead Engineer explained, leaning against a vat of liquid gold. "The original Kaelen was too 'Unmapped'. He had too much of his mother's shadow and too much of your heresy. This version... he is 'Pure Potential'. He is the 'Base Template' we are going to use for the global rollout."