I Became an Evolving Lizard in a Martial Arts Novel-Chapter 285

The Great Lizard's Troubled Era Has Begun.

Perhaps because Simma used my body to unleash large-scale techniques, I had shrunk in size, and my entire body felt like it had been shattered, as if my bones had been crushed.

"Ge-ehk..."

So, I lay quietly, focusing on recovery.

Maybe they were coming to check on me, but the disciples came one by one, bringing gifts. Lying down and accepting them was actually a bit fun.

"Next time, don’t do that. Got it? Well, I don’t think anything like this will happen again."

Sitting on Baekrang's lap, I took the dried fruit she fed me.

"Gerong."

It felt like I was a pet, and I didn’t mind it.

For a moment, I wondered where my divine beast’s dignity had gone, but then I realized it wasn’t that important.

"You know, your front legs look a bit prettier now?"

"Ge-ek?"

My front legs are prettier?

I lifted my stubby front legs.

In fact, as a Gomodo—my symbol—I have long legs, but also a long tail.

Most of my battles were fought with my front legs.

Except for techniques like the Gae Gak Death Beam, my usual moves involved swiping with my front legs, swiping harder, swiping even harder, or gathering the power of storms and thunder to swipe incredibly hard.

But now that I had shrunk?

Both my front and back legs were smaller.

At this point, I looked like a black-scaled gecko, not much different.

In other words, my current legs were about the size of Soyeong’s chest, and I couldn’t judge whether they were pretty or not.

And why “pretty” of all things?

Wouldn’t “cool” or “intimidating” be better words?

"No, how should I put it? Should I say it smells like something I like?"

"Ge-geok."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I’ll pretend to listen.

I grabbed a dried fruit from Baekrang’s chilly pouch and popped it into my mouth.

It was a luxury, but I couldn’t help it; it was for my recovery.

"Ugh."

Suddenly, Baekrang shoved her nose into my short arm.

"Ge-ehk."

It’s a bit much when a creature the size of a Green Basilisk does that.

"Cold? Chilly? Yin energy? Anyway, I feel something like that."

Could it be because I nearly died?

I couldn’t be exuding coldness or yin energy.

I was a lizard of pure yang energy.

Yeah, that’s it.

"See, only this part is cold?"

Lizards naturally have a cold body temperature.

...Wait a minute.

Could it be?

Half of me thought it was a long shot, the other half was hopeful, so I half-opened my eyes and called up my status window.

"Geck."

Status window.

Skipping the indication that I had reached my maximum level, I checked the skill window and saw some unfamiliar visitors.

"Minor Magic"

"Black Death Magic"

Who are you?

*

I wiggled around on something soft and gazed at the air.

Actually, it wasn’t the air, but the status window, but the disciples probably thought I was staring into space.

The Tang Clan sisters, who had seen me like this many times, didn’t seem too concerned, but other disciples were worried that my mind might be slipping.

"Ugh... why are you acting like this?"

"Ge-geok."

Hold on for a moment.

"Ugh... yeah, this shameless behavior... it’s the form of a male, huh..."

It seems like something big happened to the Gae Gak Sect’s talent.

Thinking about it, there’s a fatal flaw in the current situation: among the official members of the Gae Gak Sect, and within my domain, only two people satisfy the Gero-Rong requirements.

So, I have no choice but to alternate between Baekrang and Docheol.

"But the top of the belly is a bit... No, it’s nothing..."

I remembered the good times spent with the Serpent Queen.

Back then, everything I saw was Gero-Rong.

Of course, the Serpent Queen was the only one who met the standards, but with her coiling around me and holding me, everything felt like Gero-Rong.

I stopped thinking about the waterbed and secretly eyed the two visitors who had quietly entered.

"Minor Magic"

The most extreme, extreme, and extreme of dark magic.

A white hand glowing with a blue hue, like jade, extends from the wrist down to the forearm, where it takes on the impenetrable state of a sword.

Its hardness could rival the indestructible diamond, and the chilling cold that seeps through the enemy’s vital points as it pierces the skin makes it a terrifying force.

"Black Death Magic"

The oldest form of poison magic.

The poisoned energy doesn’t just rot the enemy's body; it creates more poison within, making it impossible to neutralize the toxins.

It is the most notorious martial art and is known as the most vicious form of magic.

Suddenly, I had acquired two types of magic.

It’s not that I’ve rejected magic at this point.

After all, my master was part of the Heavenly Demon Cult, and the technique I use, the Ghost-Wind-Bone-Cutter, is also a form of magic.

But this was too intense.

Both magic techniques used my front legs, so I liked that I could still use them to fight.

Of course, there would definitely be side effects, so I was hesitant, but having more techniques is always better.

And I could guess why these techniques came to me.

The Black Death Magic and Minor Magic were techniques Simma had used through my body.

Watching that scene from within my inner realm, I thought that one day, I’d try to replicate them using the Reverse Scale.

But I never imagined these would be immediately integrated into my body.

Was this some kind of gift left by Simma?

That guy should’ve said something in advance.

If he had, I might have added a bit more area to the celestial domain.

I was deep in thought, pondering about Minor Magic and Black Death Magic when Cho-Do’s voice broke in.

"Yawn, why are you doing this on Docheol’s belly...?"

The misfortunate spiritual creature, whose house had been destroyed.

Cho-Do yawned as she spoke.

As promised, I was creating a space for her in my domain.

The wolves, playfully giggling, were busy making a cozy-looking bedroom, and Cho-Do seemed somewhat satisfied.

She, too, had now become a part of the Gae Gak Sect.

Her martial power was formidable, but her knowledge was even richer, different from Soyeong.

If Soyeong was a physician, Cho-Do would be more like a researcher.

The two extremely valuable spoils we had gained were in her care for safekeeping.

Bihee and Gung-Gi’s Neidan couldn’t be consumed immediately.

While our relationship wasn’t perfect, she was still technically Bihee’s sibling, so it seemed best for her to hold on to them until I consumed them.

Neidan aside, the components of those spiritual beings, like their shells and fur, would make excellent gear for the Gae Gak Sect, but since they turned to ash with only the Neidan left, that wasn’t possible.

Given the power of Black Death Magic and Minor Magic, I’d need to use them carefully.

"Ge-geok."

And since Cho-Do has arrived, it would be a good idea to ask her for advice.

When it comes to Gomodo, she's the one who knows the most about this guy.

Though Docheol may be older than Cho-Do, he doesn’t seem to know much.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" "Gek."

At least I’m glad I have the Kerolong with me.

After lifting my small body, I walked over to Cho-Do.

"The Black Death Martial Arts and the Small Beast Art, they were two of the techniques that represented Gomodo. But does that mean you can now replicate those techniques, my lord?"

Maybe "replicate" isn’t quite the right word.

They're definitely registered in my skill menu, but it’ll take a while before I can use them at will.

"Gekek."

Still, they’re not completely useless.

Thanks to the effect of the Black Death Martial Arts, it felt like my poison had been enhanced, and with the Small Beast Art, my arms felt sturdier.

"Indeed... I can sense that energy. But while the Black Death Martial Arts is one thing, the Small Beast Art is too dangerous a technique..."

Is the Small Beast Art stronger than the Black Death Martial Arts?

From what I hear, the Black Death Martial Arts sounds more dangerous.

"The Black Death Martial Arts is a technique that suits the Great Hero’s constitution. It’s optimal for someone like him who primarily uses poison and fights with his forepaws. But the Small Beast Art is different."

Isn’t the Small Beast Art kind of similar?

"The Small Beast Art is a technique of extreme Yin."

Right, I knew that much.

"And the Great Hero’s body is more like an extreme Yang state."

"Gek?"

Yeah.

If I had to choose between Yin and Yang, I’d say I’m closer to Yang.

The force I use, especially in my neck, is more aligned with Yang than Yin.

"Using an extreme Yin technique with an extreme Yang body is very dangerous. No, it’s nearly impossible."

I just thought it was something interesting to have in my skill menu, but could it be that Shimma passed me a bomb?

If I had known this, I would’ve punished her more severely.

"Of course, if Yin and Yang are in harmony, theoretically, it wouldn’t be impossible. But in that state, the Yin energy would naturally weaken, and the technique wouldn't have its original power."

So, right now, the Small Beast Art isn’t really useful to me.

Well, that’s unfortunate.

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But it’s okay because I have the Black Death Martial Arts.

Even if I can’t use it now, someday I’ll have the chance to use the Small Beast Art.

Cho-Do’s eyes were fixed on my arms.

Why is everyone staring at my arms?

What are you going to do with that look?

"Hmm... And there’s one more major issue."

Is there a side effect?

"As I mentioned earlier, the Small Beast Art is originally an extreme Yin technique. If the current state continues..."

Cho-Do’s gaze shifted to my hind legs.

Her face turned slightly red as she spoke in a calm voice.

"Have you heard of Yin Transformation Preservation?"

"Gek!"

What’s that!

How can you say something like that to me?

"If the body can’t handle an extreme Yin technique, the Great Hero’s body might change into an extreme Yin one. In other words, you’ll no longer be male... but female..."

A shock hit me, as if I’d been struck by a hammer.

Yin Transformation Preservation?

That was more dangerous than facing Qiongqi and life-and-death battles.

What kind of martial art causes a change in gender?

Then what about the previous Gomodo guy?

Why am I even learning this?

"Kieek!"

"Jjaaeaaek!"

"Kkaeggaeng!"

The spider, bird, and wolf, who had been playing around, all screamed at once.

Why are you all surprised?

"Hmm... This might be overstepping, but I feel like something terrible would happen if the Great Hero were to reach Yin Transformation Preservation."

Yeah, that’s something I must avoid.

"Hehe...?"

The Bicorn, who had been building a house, dropped the log it was holding.

Seems like even you were shocked by this news.

"One wife... many wives?"

The confused Bicorn.

"Hehe... food...?"

"Gal! Sado! Sado!"

"Hehe... one wife, many wives..."

"One... many wives!!"

The Bicorns quickly split into two groups.

Then they began battling each other with their massive horns.

"Hehehe... one wife, many wives... Yubiharam!"

"Gaah! Duriputu!"

...I really don’t want to ask why they’re fighting.

"Gekekek."

There’s one thing I want to ask.

If that’s the case, what should I do?

How do I save myself, having learned an extreme Yin technique with an extreme Yang body?

"...Normally, your body would have started changing slowly after learning the technique, but fortunately, the Great Hero has a different constitution than others."

Right.

I’m not a regular lizard.

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"You’ve been storing all the elixirs near your tail, haven’t you? The Yin energy should mostly be there, so cutting off the tail will solve the problem."

Cutting off the tail solves it!

Now we’re talking.

This should make things easier.

I was planning on cutting off my tail soon anyway.

I was going to wait until my body recovered a bit more, but it looks like I have no choice but to go for it now.

What if another tail drops off while I’m resting here?

This should be well-ripened now, and my cultivation has grown exponentially after taking down Bihui and Qiongqi, so it should be in perfect condition to offer to my master.

So, my next destination is the Heavenly Demon Cult.

I’m starting the grand tail-cutting operation now.

"Gek."

And, as a side benefit, I’ll stop by the hot springs that Seolhwa promised... with my master.

Not that I’m thinking anything improper—of course, I need to recover too, so I have no choice.

"Gelorong..."

With that happy fantasy in my mind, I looked for the cloth to tie around my thick tail.