After he found out how to regrow his limb, Hyperion decided he wanted to aim for something much bigger this time, something more ambitious. Perhaps he could try to cut off a limb bigger than his fingers? Maybe his arms or legs, or maybe his torso? But the neck might be good too, even though the slaver assumed that would be the hardest since it would mean he had to regrow his entire body. Well, that would be a good thing to do, but not now.
Now he wanted to try something, an idea he got when he sat in the warm water pool. The bath time often gave him ideas, most are unique ideas but most of the time he would either forget about it or was just not into it anymore. But this one idea was different, he was excited and even when he got out of the bathroom, he hadn't lost interest and was feeling very excited to try it out.
The zombie lord sat on his working chair now with his legs up on the table, his hand holding a kiseru that was filled with burnt opium. As he inhaled the smoke from the kiseru, the cinder on the bowl began to lighten up into a bright orange color. He enjoyed the feeling very much, despite the fact that opium had the effect to lessen physical pain, but it also had another effect that he actually enjoyed more… He loved indulging in the relaxing effect, the euphoria that appeared within his mind and the addiction it caused. The smoke escaped his lips as he exhaled it, then he put the kiseru on the ashtray.
Hyperion took a knife from the table that he purposefully put for his training today. The gritted blade shone the moment he took off the sheath, and without wasting any more time, he placed it right at his elbow. A groan escaped his lips as he cut through his skin and bone, feeling the pain spreading all over his body although no blood dripped from the cut at all.
A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, questioning his choice to do this kind of training because the pain was much worst than the first training he did several weeks ago. But a worse pain would be waiting for him in the future, so the best he could do at the moment was to suck it up and bear with it. A louder groan escaped his mouth as he put more strength so he could cut his arm faster. No one came into the room even though the groan was loud enough for the people around to think that someone must be in immense pain. That was because Hyperion already instructed them to not come in. After all, he would be doing something important. Even Manaka who was waiting outside the door the whole time could only cover her ears because she couldn’t bear hearing his master letting out a pained wail like that. The little girl could only wonder what kind of thing her master must be doing behind the door. But she didn’t want to interrupt, so the only thing she could do was wait for Hyperion to be done.
Right after Hyperion successfully severed his arm, he sighed in relief even though the pain was still there. The pain faded after a few minutes thanks to his zombie body, he was sure the discomfort would be lessened in the future when he need to cut off his limb. Now he closed his eyes and concentrated, he imagined his arm and try hard to regrow his arm again. He wondered if giving birth felt like this… because it felt painful and annoying to pop something out of your body. He put his hand on his thigh, gripping it tightly as he tried hard so hard. The man gritted his teeth, hating every moment of his training but he had no choice but to continue. He wanted to master the art of body manipulation and used the fruit of his labor effectively in the future.
After all the pain he endured and the strength he used for his training, Hyperion could feel his sight darken as if he would pass out soon. Before he could do anything to make himself awake, as in inhaling alcohol to prevent him from passing out or whatever else he could do, Hyperion ended up sliding down from his chair and fell to the floor. His body felt heavy and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t open his eyes, and slowly, he lost consciousness.
The moment he opened his eyes, it was all dark except for the moonlight, it helped to give him some light to the room through the window. “How long did I pass out?” He wondered to himself as he stared at the moon. Hyperion felt a bit strange actually, like how come he didn’t have any dreams while he passed out… because occasionally, he would have nightmares and the opium helped him to relax before he went to sleep. That aside, Hyperion grunted as he sat down, feeling the soreness on his back because of the weird passing-out position. He noticed his severed arm lying helpless on the floor and he look at the arm that he cut before only to see that it hadn't grown back. With a sigh, Hyperion thought to himself that he should continue the training tomorrow. He wasn’t rushing after all…
The next day, after he got a good rest and some fulfilling breakfast, he would continue his training. This time he could see a tiny bit portion of his finger growing from his severed arm and as he pushed more, much harder this time, he was able to grow the part of his arm more. After an hour, he was finally able to fully regrow his arm like he never severed it before. But the slaver wasn’t satisfied, so he repeated the process again. He would cut his other arm or even leg and try to regrow them again. This would be ongoing for 3 weeks before he could grow them within his desired amount of time, marking his success for this part of training.
Now he wanted to try something, an idea he got when he sat in the warm water pool. The bath time often gave him ideas, most are unique ideas but most of the time he would either forget about it or was just not into it anymore. But this one idea was different, he was excited and even when he got out of the bathroom, he hadn't lost interest and was feeling very excited to try it out.
The zombie lord sat on his working chair now with his legs up on the table, his hand holding a kiseru that was filled with burnt opium. As he inhaled the smoke from the kiseru, the cinder on the bowl began to lighten up into a bright orange color. He enjoyed the feeling very much, despite the fact that opium had the effect to lessen physical pain, but it also had another effect that he actually enjoyed more… He loved indulging in the relaxing effect, the euphoria that appeared within his mind and the addiction it caused. The smoke escaped his lips as he exhaled it, then he put the kiseru on the ashtray.
Hyperion took a knife from the table that he purposefully put for his training today. The gritted blade shone the moment he took off the sheath, and without wasting any more time, he placed it right at his elbow. A groan escaped his lips as he cut through his skin and bone, feeling the pain spreading all over his body although no blood dripped from the cut at all.
A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, questioning his choice to do this kind of training because the pain was much worst than the first training he did several weeks ago. But a worse pain would be waiting for him in the future, so the best he could do at the moment was to suck it up and bear with it. A louder groan escaped his mouth as he put more strength so he could cut his arm faster. No one came into the room even though the groan was loud enough for the people around to think that someone must be in immense pain. That was because Hyperion already instructed them to not come in. After all, he would be doing something important. Even Manaka who was waiting outside the door the whole time could only cover her ears because she couldn’t bear hearing his master letting out a pained wail like that. The little girl could only wonder what kind of thing her master must be doing behind the door. But she didn’t want to interrupt, so the only thing she could do was wait for Hyperion to be done.
Right after Hyperion successfully severed his arm, he sighed in relief even though the pain was still there. The pain faded after a few minutes thanks to his zombie body, he was sure the discomfort would be lessened in the future when he need to cut off his limb. Now he closed his eyes and concentrated, he imagined his arm and try hard to regrow his arm again. He wondered if giving birth felt like this… because it felt painful and annoying to pop something out of your body. He put his hand on his thigh, gripping it tightly as he tried hard so hard. The man gritted his teeth, hating every moment of his training but he had no choice but to continue. He wanted to master the art of body manipulation and used the fruit of his labor effectively in the future.
After all the pain he endured and the strength he used for his training, Hyperion could feel his sight darken as if he would pass out soon. Before he could do anything to make himself awake, as in inhaling alcohol to prevent him from passing out or whatever else he could do, Hyperion ended up sliding down from his chair and fell to the floor. His body felt heavy and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t open his eyes, and slowly, he lost consciousness.
The moment he opened his eyes, it was all dark except for the moonlight, it helped to give him some light to the room through the window. “How long did I pass out?” He wondered to himself as he stared at the moon. Hyperion felt a bit strange actually, like how come he didn’t have any dreams while he passed out… because occasionally, he would have nightmares and the opium helped him to relax before he went to sleep. That aside, Hyperion grunted as he sat down, feeling the soreness on his back because of the weird passing-out position. He noticed his severed arm lying helpless on the floor and he look at the arm that he cut before only to see that it hadn't grown back. With a sigh, Hyperion thought to himself that he should continue the training tomorrow. He wasn’t rushing after all…
The next day, after he got a good rest and some fulfilling breakfast, he would continue his training. This time he could see a tiny bit portion of his finger growing from his severed arm and as he pushed more, much harder this time, he was able to grow the part of his arm more. After an hour, he was finally able to fully regrow his arm like he never severed it before. But the slaver wasn’t satisfied, so he repeated the process again. He would cut his other arm or even leg and try to regrow them again. This would be ongoing for 3 weeks before he could grow them within his desired amount of time, marking his success for this part of training.
