"Great! During the Blood Mercury Infusion, I had already achieved near-invulnerability to vital spots. Now it seems I've progressed even further—even severed limbs can be easily reattached.
The key lies in the fact that both nerves and flesh chunks have been animated, allowing them to reconnect rapidly!"
Roy recalled the sensation he had just experienced.
The moment the severed finger drew near, a faint electric current seemed to surge at the break, producing a distinct magnetic-like attraction.
It was as if the nerves and cells had activated on their own, aligning and reconnecting without requiring tedious surgical intervention.
This was the "self-regeneration" of an Animated Body!
"If I'd had this Animated Body earlier, why would I have struggled so much during the cranial replacement?
It might have taken just a few minutes—or even less—to reattach everything!
But then again, it was only after acquiring this new body and enhancing my soul's foundation that I succeeded in engraving these abilities…
If this continues, maybe I could even pull off a 'Flying Head' Wizardry?"
Roy sifted through the various materials he had studied and quickly confirmed that Wizards who practiced the Animation Art could indeed achieve "flying heads."
Even without mastering the Animation Art, it was still possible—provided one possessed sufficiently powerful Mental Strength and had consumed specially formulated Activation Potions.
In some cases, repeated doses might even be necessary, depending on the fusion process.
"Who knows? By the time I reach the second-tier Wizard stage, I might achieve even more advanced reassembly.
At higher levels, even being thrown into a grinder and reduced to pulp might not stop me from recovering!
But then, what would happen if the brain were damaged?
From what I've read, some Wizards can 'regenerate from a single drop of blood,' while others cannot.
That isn't just the power of the Animation Art alone—it involves higher-tier soul and mental energies."
Roy felt a surge of excitement, an impulse to dismember himself right then and there to test whether he could reassemble.
Of course, it was just an impulse.
His rationality warned him that his Wizardry Energy wasn't sufficient yet—reckless experimentation was unwise.
What if testing led to his demise?
That would be the end.
...
"Cell activation, self-recovery?"
The next day, Roy discussed this with Damo.
Upon hearing about it, Damo fell into deep thought.
Like Roy, he specialized in the Animation Art, but lacking Roy's talent and genius, his research had focused more on the Art of Creation within Genesis Studies.
However, the Animated Body was intricately linked to these fields, so he had some knowledge of it.
"Theoretically, activating cells to their utmost potential should indeed make this possible.
If you can extend your mental will to every inch of flesh, even every single cell…
It should be achievable!
But before that, why not test out 'Super Regeneration' first?"
"Super Regeneration?"
"Exactly. The most immediate combat application of the Animated Body…
Is being able to drink Activation Potions as if they were Healing Potions.
By the same logic, the Animation Art can function as a healing spell!
Just as the negative energy from Necromantic Wizardry can heal undead creatures.
Whether it's Animated Statues, Golems, Puppet Constructs, or even your own flesh-and-blood body…
All can be healed using the 'animation' properties of Wizardry Energy!"
When you can freely control this power and apply it to yourself, it becomes a formidable regenerative ability.
Of course, the prerequisite is constructing the corresponding model correctly—no mistakes allowed.
Otherwise, you might end up with a pointy head, extra eyes or mouths, or even tentacles sprouting all over your body, flailing uncontrollably. That would be troublesome!"
Roy showed a hint of interest. "Have you ever tried it before?"
Damo shook his head. "I didn't dare!"
Then, with a shudder, he explained, "Because I had a friend who drank just one bottle of someone else's Activation Potion, and a long fleshy tendril grew on his face!
Even after cutting it off, it would grow back—extremely troublesome.
Later, more and more sprouted, like a bunch of eels half-buried in his face!
At the time, he was only an intermediate apprentice and couldn't handle it…
Eventually, his health deteriorated, his whole body became cancerous, and his Mental Strength stopped growing altogether…"
"That's truly tragic."
Roy casually responded before attempting it himself.
The stage he was at now, along with the conditions he possessed, was completely incomparable to Damo's friend.
The Narcissus Potion, in particular, had the magic of maintaining a perfect form…
Even if something did go wrong, any deviation would only shift toward handsomeness and charm—nothing as grotesque or hideous!
...
Inside the Alchemy Room at the quarry.
Roy had temporarily removed his Silver Battle Armor and sat bare-chested in meditation.
Several daggers floated in the air, controlled by his will, before plunging into his back—eight times in total!
Since his body was still flesh and blood, his nerves still transmitted pain.
He couldn't help but grunt coldly.
Atedia watched anxiously from the side, hesitating before speaking. "Lord Roy…"
But Roy ignored her, focusing his mental will on the wounds.
From his spiritual perspective, the injuries seemed to emit wisps of white smoke.
The wounds, oozing Blood Mercury, quickly sealed together.
Then, without drinking a Healing Potion, they began to heal on their own.
"Self-recovery—this ability comes naturally…
But it's still not Super Regeneration yet…"
Roy pondered before continuing his experiment.
To Atedia's shock, he chopped off two of his fingers, then held up his severed hand, concentrating his mental will on the wound.
Flesh surged wildly as a white mist shimmered, visibly restoring the lost digits.
After several long minutes, the fingers finally regrew.
But Roy could clearly feel his Life Energy depleting.
"Still a bit taxing!
The speed isn't fast enough—I need to further enhance the activity and accelerate the process!
But with greater speed, the chances of errors in cell replication and restoration increase…
The risks of cancerous mutations and toxic secretions also rise.
These are all problems that need solving."
Lost in thought, Roy began working toward these improvements.
...
End of the month.
Over 10 kilometers outside the quarry.
On a sparsely vegetated hill.
Valentina and her companions quietly appeared, standing atop the high ground as they gazed toward the quarry.
"This is a good spot, one of our positions. Let's begin setting up!"
"Yes, sir!"
The apprentice Mages under his command quickly got to work. In no time at all, they had dug a small pit nearby and began arranging a simple magic circle.
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