Power of the Tyrant Dragon
Boom!!! A surge of blood-red energy erupted from Xalen's body. All his injuries, under the washing of that blood-colored energy, healed instantly! The recovery speed was countless times faster than Self-Regeneration! At the same time, a tremendous, surging power was born inside him!
“You!” Just then, the black-haired man ahead sensed something and spun around. Seeing Xalen completely unharmed, his eyes went wide. But before he could say anything, Xalen strode toward him with overwhelming momentum. Xalen was silent, yet the black-haired man could clearly feel a terrifying force brewing in that silence, like a volcano about to erupt! The thug's pupils shrank. Realizing the danger, he swung his arm to strike. In the arc of his swing, black light flashed as his hand transformed into a thick bear paw—Localized Beastification. Xalen's expression didn't change; he simply followed his newly erupted instincts and threw a punch. The seemingly ordinary fist unleashed a horrifying, earth-shattering power! In that instant, the thug felt as if his arm had collided with a speeding truck. Without any suspense, his hand twisted and his arm broke.
“Ah!!!” The black-haired man froze for a second, then clutched his broken arm and howled miserably. Seeing this, Xalen seemed to pause for a moment, then advanced again, eyes fierce. Without a second word, he threw another punch. The tall man was sent flying into the air and crashed down. The scream cut off, replaced by the sound of him hitting the ground and vomiting blood. Lying in a pool of blood, coughing up mouthfuls, his aura withered—clearly heavily wounded. An intense aura of death enveloped him. Watching Xalen approach to finish him, his face twisted in sheer terror. “Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me! If you kill me, you'll go to prison too!” Xalen's fist halted right before his face. The man's words pulled him back to reason. He couldn't be locked up. With that thought, Xalen slowly withdrew his fist. The thug breathed a sigh of relief. But then Xalen coldly said, “Money!” The man jolted. With his still-usable left hand, he fumbled in his coat, quickly pulling out a thick wad of cash. Not only Xalen's three hundred, but quite a bit more. “Here! Brother, this is all I've got!” His eyes pleaded. Xalen snatched it and snorted. “Get lost. If I ever catch you bullying people in the slums again, I won't let you off!” The black-haired man hurriedly thanked him and limped away. But before leaving, he shot a venomous glare at Xalen. Xalen didn't notice; his full attention was on the cash. “Fifty, a hundred, fifty...” He counted; it was over a thousand credits. He let out a long breath. A hint of joy surfaced. With this money, he could last another week. This borrowing trip wasn't a total loss after all. He allowed himself a small smile. “Wait, no.” But soon he sensed something amiss. His harvest seemed bigger than just the cash. Xalen stared at his hands. He recalled how his wounds had vanished and how he'd thrashed the thug. That wasn't something a lizard gene could do—not unless he had advanced to Awakened Master. But he clearly hadn't. So how? “Right, I think I heard something about a Gene Lock mutation?” He remembered the voice from earlier. He'd been too furious to catch it clearly. No matter—thanks to the Global Evolution System, many things on Earth were game-like. People could check their stats through a personal status panel. So Xalen willed it open.
[Xalen]
[Strength]: 130
[Agility]: 105
[Constitution]: 140
[Spirit]: 120
(Average human Four-Dimensional Attributes: 10)
[Gene Lock]: Tyrant Dragon
[Talent]: Tyrant Engine
[Skills]: Indestructible Tyrant Body, Draconic Sovereignty
[Level]: Gene Soldier LV1
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Xalen was dumbfounded. He almost thought his eyes were playing tricks. Just recently, after awakening the Lizard Gene Lock, his stats had averaged in the teens. Now they were over a hundred average! That was ten times an ordinary person! No wonder he'd crushed the thug so completely. The guy probably had a bear-type gene, with stats in the 30–40 range. But Xalen was averaging over 100—the gap was massive. What was going on?! Why had his attributes skyrocketed? These numbers were no longer Common Gene Lock territory; they rivaled the legendary Mythic Genes! But what shocked Xalen even more was that he now had three abilities instead of one! What was happening? He instinctively focused on the three abilities, and their effects appeared.
[Tyrant Engine: For each Gene level up, base attribute gain is multiplied by 10!]
[Indestructible Tyrant Body: Any non-lethal damage taken is instantly healed in a very short time by consuming stamina, and grants immunity to all mental control.]
[Draconic Sovereignty: Actively releases superior dragon aura, causing intense intimidation to all dragon-type gene holders, including ordinary beasts and prehistoric dinosaur genes.]
“Hiss!!!” Xalen sucked in a sharp breath. The effects explained everything. The reason he could heal at impossible speed was the Indestructible Tyrant Body, far surpassing his old Self-Regeneration. And the reason his stats had surged was the Tyrant Engine! This talent multiplied the base attribute gain from leveling up his Gene Lock by ten! Hence his current terrifying stats—and this monstrous growth would only keep compounding. Imagine: others get +10 in attributes per level; he gets +100! Over time, the advantage was immeasurable. In short, the Tyrant Engine didn't just give him a head start—it gave him boundless potential! On top of that, he had an active skill to intimidate every dragon-type gene lifeform. So this was the One and Only Gene Lock, Tyrant Dragon?! Xalen's eyes blazed with excitement. He had actually obtained a Gene Lock even more powerful than Mythic tier?!
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