Weak Class of Anti-Hero

The B-rank boy heard the noise. He turned around, his smile fading to incredulity.

The pieces of my body, scattered on the grass, were liquefying into a kind of black, energetic sludge that crawled to gather around my head.

It wasn’t my physical body that was regenerating. It was something else.

I had just understood, in that moment of impending death. Regeneration didn’t just apply to the physical body. It applied to all the layers.

I had forced the dissociation. My spiritual body, the Aura envelope, was rebuilding itself, using my destroyed physical body as mere fuel.

In a few seconds, a new body, my body, was completely reformed, rising from the ground. I was naked, but whole. And more powerful than before.

A notification flashed before my eyes.

[Extreme survival condition met. Fundamental mastery acquired.]

[Passive skill unlocked: Spiritual Body Regeneration.]

The boy was looking at me, terrified. "It’s... it’s impossible! I killed you!"

"You killed my flesh," I said, my voice calm and resonant. "Big mistake."

I summoned my dagger. The urge to cut him to pieces, as he had done to me, was immense.