My Muscles Adapt 10,000 Times Faster

Zero Mage:■■■□□□□□□□] 30% 〙

[Ding! Condition for activating the system has been fulfilled. (1 Inch Of Death)]

[Ding! Congratulations! Ultimate Evil Matrix System Activated!]

[ERROR!!! Arcane Cortex not detected!!!]

[Multiversal Law Of Survival Activated]

[Randomly increasing one of the host's abilities... ]

[Ding! Supreme Adaptation acquired: Host's cells can adapt 10,000× times faster than regular human]

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❰Ultimate Evil Matrix System❱

〘Name: Tronyc Mahoraga〙

〘Age: 16 〙

〘Level: Zero Mage: ■■■□□□□□□□ 30%〙

〘Ability: Superior Adaptation〙(Unlimited potential to adapt to any situation, automatically gaining the necessary ability to survive intense situations, when pushed to the limit.)

〘 Limit points: 60〙 (Can be earned by completing Quests or surpassing your limit)

〘Arcane Meditation Technique: Seven Heart Rhythm, Simple Breath Flow technique〙

〘Magical Techniques: —〙

〘Battle Techniques: —〙

〘Strength: 0.4〙 (Raw physical power, lifting capacity, and melee damage.)

〘Physique: 0.6〙(Overall health, resilience to damage, and sometimes resistance to poison or disease)

〘Reflex: 0.2〙 (Overall speed, reflexes, dodging ability, and sometimes accuracy)

〘Mana:0.01〙(Arcana Cortex destroyed hence, only the amount of Mana in body cells is calculated)

〘Remark: In a world were magic reigns supreme, you actually managed to get your Arcana Cortex destroyed. Whelp, what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger I guess.〙

...

Tron felt a surge of warm energy filling his entire body. Flowing along the circulation of his blood. The energy was comfortable before it suddenly vanished.

What then accompanied it was an intense itchiness in his forearms, back, and head. It was as though thousands of ants were gnawing at his bones, flesh, and muscles.

However, this feeling also slowly faded as though he got used to it.

Tron's first thought was 'What the hell?'

The last thing he remembered was lighting a blunt near his kitchen and...

"I died?"

An expression of disbelief appeared on Tron's face as he vividly remembered the intense heat engulfing him.

"Dammit! I had been telling the landlord for a month about the smell of gas! The bastard didn't believe me! Now I'm dead!"

"Wait, where am I?"

Just then, a massive influx of memories assaulted his brain.

"BOOM!"

...

Sethra's eyes were slightly red and her skinny body was kneeling on the ground. In front of her lay a freshly dug but untidy grave.

The bloody streaks on Tron's body had been washed clean and he was lying on a piece of clean clothing, peacefully lying inside the grave.

"Although we were strangers. And we met by chance, your child-like innocence drew me close to you. If you had been born in a more peaceful city, you would have been happy. I hope your soul rest in peace ..."

Sethra sighed bitterly and threw a piece of broken bronze coin as tradition. She then filled the grave up and marked it with a wooden cross, writing: "Grave of Tronyc Mahoraga."

Sethra had only known of Tron's background recently.

"I will make sure to visit your grave anytime I'm free."

Sethra stood up, caressed the cross, and then turned to leave. She also had her duties to perform. Moreover, any free time she could get was a chance to practice her meditation technique, she couldn't afford to stay here as it would incur punishment.

At this moment, the cross sign for Tron fell down.

"What is going on?" Sethra remembered that she had firmly dug it deep to the ground.

"Huo!"

All of a sudden, a hand stretched out from within the grave.

Sethra was so shocked she took three steps back, her face pale white as she stumbled and fell onto the ground.

The grave was actually rising, right in front of her eyes!

"Pu!"

Another hand burst out of the ground, pushing the soil away.

At that moment, a skinny but rosy Tron began to climb out of the grave. He stared at Sethra with wide eyes and spoke in an embarrassed tone, "Aunt Sethra, I haven't really died and you almost buried me to death!"

Tron joked.

However, his injuries made him wince in pain as the dirty sand made them sting.

"You didn't die?" Sethra was quite shocked. Tyrion had received three Tier-0 spells head-on and was quite severely injured. Not even a Zero-mage, whose entire magic focuses on body fortification, could have survived if hit by three Tier-0 spells from an Acolyte!

Yet, Tyrion did not actually die! This was a miracle!

"Although powerful, that level of magic still can't kill me!" Tron smiled as he boasted.

"That's good." Sethra stood up and let out a rare smile.

"Come. Let me dress your wound again. The dirt will infect them and you may die for real this time!"

Tyrion nodded his head and the both of them exited the mountain forest and headed to the Servant's Manor.

...

"Tron, do you hate Xavier?" Sethra asked.

"I will to kill him." Tron's eyes flashed coldly. The attitude of those Acolytes was appalling.

They treated the servants like grass. Their lives weren't even equal to those vile mutated beasts.

"You should know that Mortals cannot challenge Magis even if they are acolytes. Tron, keep your killing intent to yourself," Sethra spoke with a solemn tone.

Tron did not know how to answer. Even if he could not kill him right now, with the aid of the system, he would eventually be able to.

"They are geniuses born to manipulate magic. We lack the talent and are just mortals, just ants. They can easily squish us to death. Thus, we definitely cannot hate them or think about killing them. Acolytes wield strong magic. The more we hate them, the less likely we will be to live on."

"Alright."

Sethra had taken care of his predecessor when the Arch Magi had brought him here for the first time.

Even today, she had tried to shelter him from the other servants, and when he was made a scapegoat, she also tried to take his place.

All these acts of kindness made Tron reluctant to disobey her. He did not want to put her into more trouble.

"I had almost passed the entrance exam during that year. If I had succeeded, then I would not have had this regret my entire life..." Sethra said as she stared at the skies, sighing sorrowfully.

This was her life's greatest regret.

"We should head back inside."

Tron wished Sethra goodnight and then headed to his shed.

The room was entirely wooden, with a mini-sized stone bed, a small pile of clothes in the corner, and a single pot by the side.

However, Tron ignored all this as he sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes then focused on the glowing text floating above him.

"Status."

Immediately, his status appeared before his eyes.

❰Ultimate Evil Villain System❱

〘Name: Tronyc Mahoraga〙

〘Age: 16 〙

〘Level: [■■■□□□□□□□] 30% ➔ Zero-Mage 〙

〘Ability: Superior Adaptation〙

〘 Death points: 0〙

❰Techniques❱

〘Arcane Meditation Technique: Seven Heart Rhythm, Simple Breath Flow technique〙

❰Stats❱

〘Strength: 0.4 〙+ 3

〘Physique: 0.6 〙+ 3

〘Agility: 0.2 〙+ 3

〘Mana: 0.01〙NULL

(Note: 30% of a Zero mage = +3)

[Main quest: Kill, Arch Magi Fraust]

[Time limit: 12 months]

[Reward: Ability:??]

[Punishment: Death!]

[Sub Quest (1): Kill 6-star Acolyte Magi, Xavier]

[Reward:?? ]

[Punishment: Death!]

[Sub Quest (2): Kill Zero-Magi(40%), Kane]

[Reward:??]

[Time limit: 10 days]

[Punishment: Death!]

〘Remark: In a world where magic reigns supreme, you actually managed to get your Arcana Cortex destroyed. Whelp, what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger I guess.〙

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