I gasp for air as I sit up. I was moved on my back. I catch my breath and check my stats. Yeah, I was at zero, and now I'm slowly regenerating 1% of my health every second. But wait, how will I heal all my health in a minute if there are only sixty seconds in a minute? Wouldn't that be just 60%?

Like it was practiced, I pulled my ring out from my pocket and held it in my palm. I basically combat roll to the nearby door and go into my mansion without saying anything. I activate the skill [Enroot] and hope that this counts.

[Enroot

The user may convoke the Enroot skill once a day. Until dispelled, the user will be rooted in place like a mighty tree. The user can draw nutrients from the ground to assist with healing or hunger.

Desolate Biome: x1

Average Biome: x1.5

Lush Biome: x2]

[Resilience Incarnate U 1/3]

To get to a point where even trolls envy your engorged vitality, you must become [Resilience Incarnate]. This Title will be taken away if there is someone better suited for this Title.

Regeneration🔒(Recover from 0% to 100% in less than a minute using nothing but your regeneration)

Health🔓: When your health is at or above 50%, your health bonus is doubled.

Resistance🔒(Unlock every resistance type)]

The defining aspect is that the [Enroot] skill doesn't heal me. It boosts my regeneration. The only thing recovering my health percentage is my passive regeneration, now healing me at 2% a second. With the time it took to take my ring out, roll to my mansion, and activate the skill, I should have five-ish seconds to spare.

The mansion is quite mana-dense, so although I don't have a lot of things growing here, it's still a lush environment. Things would grow here quite well.

We could've done the assisted suicide in the mansion, but Khan might've intervened if he saw someone actively kill me. That would be a headache to deal with.

Master Wang is the first to follow me inside. He saw me conjure the doorway before, but he never really entered my mansion or lingered around.

"Nice place."

"Thanks. I won it on a roulette wheel."

"You have quite the willpower. I know martial artists better than you that couldn't last as long as you did."

"What do you mean? How long was I out?"

"You were out long enough for me to flip you on your back and grope your chest. I meant how long it took you to pass out and 'die.' Was it excruciating? The half minute you spent conscious?"

"No. It felt shorter than that."

"Oh. Pity. Yeah, this technique is unsalvageable. Plus, you barely drooled."

"???"

My tamed beasts enter the mansion. I already told them that they shouldn't touch me until the minute is up. In case something happens. My beasts seem visibly anxious, except for Duchess and Flash Gordon. My snake and rock seem apathetic, but my ooze and skeleton have worry all over their faces.

[Oh. You didn't die. That's good.]

"Out of my tamed beasts, you'd be the only one to cry if I died there."

[Thisss one is the only one with anything resembling tear ducts.]

"So you agree."

[...]

Master Wang walks off somewhere on my property. I hope he doesn't break anything because I can't stop him.

The time ticks by, and I become fully healed.

[Resilience Incarnate U 1/3 > 2/3]

To get to a point where even trolls envy your engorged vitality, you must become [Resilience Incarnate]. This Title will be taken away if there is someone better suited for this Title.

Regeneration🔓: Your regeneration will break the confines of your species, whatever that may be.

Health🔓: When your health is at or above 50%, your health bonus is doubled.

Resistance🔒(Unlock every resistance type)]

'Your regeneration will break the confines of your species, whatever that may be.' What the fuck does that mean?

And that question quickly gets answered.

My shoulder starts to heat up like someone lit a fire under my flesh. The sound of wood creaking and growing starts to emanate from my stump.

The pressure is immense as the bone pierces my flesh and juts out of my old wound. The bone is growing so fast that I can hear it.

It hurts. The pain is sharp, dull, constant, and explosive. But it isn't anything worse than what I suffered before. When the bone grows down to the elbow, strands of flesh, muscle, and tendons wrap around my humerus.

It looks like someone lit a firecracker in a bowl of spaghetti. The strands exploded from my shoulder and imbed themselves where they would need to be.

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My skinless arm is sopping with blood. The entire left side of my body is drenched. My shoes start to fill, dying my socks.

After the humerus was grown, my regeneration started on the radius and ulna bones simultaneously. Skin grows over my exposed muscles like a piece of clothing draping over a lump of raw meat.

Another explosion of spaghetti noodles later, my entire arm down to the wrist is back. My wrist and hand bones start popping up like mushrooms as the flesh and skin grow after.

The staggered regeneration finishes with my nails, which rip out of my skin to take its place.

I clench my new hand, and it feels natural. I move my joints and stretch a little before exhaling in relief.

I should work on what these tattoos mean. The blue, almost geometric tattoos grew alongside my skin, completing it for the first time since I initially lost my arm.

I'm pretty sure I know what they are and what they do, but I might be wrong.

The entire regenerative process took about the same time as it would take to regenerate from 0% to 100%. The finger I cut off is back, too. It was much slower in comparison because it took the exact amount of time my arm did.

I guess regardless of the size of the missing body part, it takes one regeneration cycle to 'complete' me. It doesn't regenerate specific body parts, but my entire body.

A sudden pain in my stomach shakes me out of my post-growth analysis. I'm absolutely starving. I guess the calories had to come from somewhere.

I reach into my bag, pull out a few sticks of hyper-calorie-dense jerky, and start snacking on them. I look at Rain, who entered at some point during my regeneration.

"Troll meat doesn't taste good, is rife with hard-to-kill parasites, and causes cancer when eaten."

"Okay."

"A survey done with our consumer base for V-healing potions says that the sweet taste and surprisingly nutrient dense-ness of the potions is the main reason they come back, besides the relative cheapness compared to other healing potions that heal the same amount on the market."

"No."

"You don't know where I'm going with this."

"I won't cut chunks off myself and let you sell it."

"You don't need to do much. Just sit there. We can hire professionals. We wouldn't be selling this in the human market. I'm not that much of a monster. The Theriomorphs to the south or the orcs past the east mountain would pay pretty well after getting hooked on E-meat. We can hide the source of the meat."

"I refuse."

"Your skin is still elastic and springy, even with your rock-hard toughness. Slow-cooking your meat for days, maybe weeks, would turn any flesh tender."

"..."

"Think of the orphans? Your wallet?"

"If you go pound for pound of your own flesh, I'll sell my body to you at your discretion."

"Fine. The least I could do was try. Don't hate me for trying to make you easy money." Rain shrugs and continues talking. "I'm finished with a potion that might as well be the staple of your guild besides the healing potions. You have to name it."

"Oh? What does it do? Didn't we commission you a few months ago?"

"Yeah, I'm a genius. Not only can I supply enough stock to satisfy the capital's healing potion demand, but I can also research and create A-rank potion recipes on the side. I sent a preliminary version to your guild a while ago, but this is the finished product."

"I'll ask again. What does it do?"

"It makes the person who drinks it tolerate harsh environments better. Hot areas are less hot, and cold places are less cold. High altitude, water pressure, miasma, radiation, toxic air, if you can name it, this potion will help negate some of the effects or help you ignore it outright."

"Oh, nice."

"It will revolutionize venturing into fractures, making harmful places comfortable and comfortable places pleasurable. If this baby hits the shelves, new rankers will come out of the woodwork! And we will make repeated money since the effects barely last a day! It also helps against the normal cuts and bruises you accumulate out in the wild for too long."

"I'll name it Adaptable. Does it boost people's defenses?"

"Good choice, and no, it doesn't. Just because you can bear the sun beating on you longer doesn't mean you can suddenly jump into fire without suffering. I didn't create a potion to introduce a new generation of closeted masochists."

"Okay. I'm going to see what your father is doing. It's been too quiet."

"Before you go, one last thing."

"What?"

"Can you at least get skinned so we can turn your skin into leather armor?"

"Goodbye."

[Thisss one completely understands why you would be hesitant to sell the parts of yourself that make you, you. It ultimately feels degrading to be subjected as common livestock, to be milked for blood and honey to satisfy the greed of others. Thisss one's shed feathers are one thing, byproducts to be ultimately discarded. That woman had no business.]

"It's not that deep. I see selling my own blood the same as prostitution or joining the army. The act of selling my body. I don't want to escalate and actually sell my body. I don't need some pervert sowing discarded body parts into a flesh puppet or used for dark magic."

[Blood and honey.]

"I'll call for you guys if I need anything. Go play because we'll be looking at evolution requirements soon, and the chance to do nothing will probably disperse once we start cracking down."

I find Master Wang poking around my herb garden. I don't grow any herbs. The only way to tell it's what it is is a sign labeling it as a herb garden. He's squatting next to the dirt, sifting it through his fingers.

"Master Wang."

"Disciple."

"When you want to leave, just exit where you entered. You'll appear back to where you were."

"The quality of your soil is almost the same level as mine. The distinct lack of fertilizer smell tells me that this garden isn't planned on being utilized."

"I'll rent it to you."

"I don't need it. Gardening is a good hobby. It would be a shame for you to waste a good plot of land. Think about it. You'll need a hobby eventually. Or you might snap and burn out."

"I'll consider it... that reminds me, do you know if a [Star of Nature] will help with gardening or crop growing?"

"...do you have one?"

"Uh, I looted it from a dragon, the same dragon beating in my chest."

Master Wang doesn't say anything. He contemplates for a moment before finally saying, "...If you weren't my disciple, I would've seriously considered killing and robbing you."

"I would appreciate it if you never killed me again."

"[Stars] are just portable reactors, but they create the energy they are named for. Don't hang it up in the sky, but find a suitable apparatus or magic circle that can handle or manage the power. It will have many benefits to an herb garden. Might as well grow crops, too, since they will mutate into higher-ranked plants. Sometimes into monsters, but that means that you have too much energy output."

"Thank you for the information."

"I knew an orc blacksmith with a [Star of Fire]. Crazy bastard. He used it to power his forge. Got stabbed in the heart and got robbed. Had to create a heart out of metal scraps and beat the fucker who robbed him to death. He then modified his heart so the star could power it."

"What happened to him?"

"Burnt to death and turned to ash. He's still around, just not as an orc anymore."

"Are you going to leave my mansion anytime soon?"

"A mountain doesn't move for the west wind." Master Wang then takes one of the jerkies in my hand and starts eating it. He swallows the mouthful of meat and says, "Where's your bathroom?"