It was a fine morning for Hyperion as he relaxed in the house he rented while he had business in Magnostadt. The first thing he did when he woke up was to sit up and combed his hair with his fingers. A maid, which was a well-trained slave that he owned, knocked on the door and entered with a water basin being held with both hands. On top of the water basin, there was a tray that had a clean set of towels, ready to be used by the master to wash his face. The maid approached her master with almost no expression on her face, she didn’t speak as well, as she was trained by the master to not let out any voice.
“Hm.” The slaver scooped a handful amount of water before bringing his hands towards his face, letting the skin feel the relaxing sensation of the warm water. The maid then handed him a towel so he could use it to dry his face. As soon as the slaver gave the maid a cue to leave, she left almost immediately, leaving her master all alone in the big bedroom.
The water basin was being left inside the room as per Hyperion’s request, but the purpose of the water itself was still unknown at the moment. The man moved himself to sit at the edge of the bed before he lifted both hands to his eye level. With his current body physiology as Zombie Lord, he expected great things from his limbs, but he wondered how to be creative with it.
First, he took a knife that he hid under his bed, a sharp one that would help him to make a clean cut. He braced himself and proceeded to cut his ring finger, gritting his teeth as he endured the pain. Once it was off, the slaver began to take a deep breath. He wondered if he could regrow the missing finger… So with extra effort and concentration, Hyperion mustered all of his strength to try and grow his ring finger back. But after a few seconds of trying, he didn’t see any sign of his finger growing back. He thought to himself what went wrong… Did he put too much pressure? Or maybe he didn’t concentrate enough? But when he looked at his hand again, he could see a tiny tip of the ring finger came out… so that wasn’t entirely impossible at all.
Once again, he mustered all of his strength, but what made it different this time was that he imagined the shape of his ring finger. He assumed by imagining the limb would help him to regrow the finger faster as it gave his brain a clear image of what he wanted to grow. After a few trials, Hyperion managed to get back his ring finger, although it still felt a little bit slower than he expected. As for now, he was determined to train himself more in order to do it faster. So he took two weeks to train himself, doing the same thing at the same time every single day, although he chose different fingers each time. The training was concluded the moment he felt delighted with the fruit of his labor… but this was just the beginning of his harsh training…
“Hm.” The slaver scooped a handful amount of water before bringing his hands towards his face, letting the skin feel the relaxing sensation of the warm water. The maid then handed him a towel so he could use it to dry his face. As soon as the slaver gave the maid a cue to leave, she left almost immediately, leaving her master all alone in the big bedroom.
The water basin was being left inside the room as per Hyperion’s request, but the purpose of the water itself was still unknown at the moment. The man moved himself to sit at the edge of the bed before he lifted both hands to his eye level. With his current body physiology as Zombie Lord, he expected great things from his limbs, but he wondered how to be creative with it.
First, he took a knife that he hid under his bed, a sharp one that would help him to make a clean cut. He braced himself and proceeded to cut his ring finger, gritting his teeth as he endured the pain. Once it was off, the slaver began to take a deep breath. He wondered if he could regrow the missing finger… So with extra effort and concentration, Hyperion mustered all of his strength to try and grow his ring finger back. But after a few seconds of trying, he didn’t see any sign of his finger growing back. He thought to himself what went wrong… Did he put too much pressure? Or maybe he didn’t concentrate enough? But when he looked at his hand again, he could see a tiny tip of the ring finger came out… so that wasn’t entirely impossible at all.
Once again, he mustered all of his strength, but what made it different this time was that he imagined the shape of his ring finger. He assumed by imagining the limb would help him to regrow the finger faster as it gave his brain a clear image of what he wanted to grow. After a few trials, Hyperion managed to get back his ring finger, although it still felt a little bit slower than he expected. As for now, he was determined to train himself more in order to do it faster. So he took two weeks to train himself, doing the same thing at the same time every single day, although he chose different fingers each time. The training was concluded the moment he felt delighted with the fruit of his labor… but this was just the beginning of his harsh training…
