Jacob's hollow sockets flickered with a golden blaze as he weighed Immortika's words; no hesitation lingered—only calculation.
'Did Immortika just say an unknown benefit if I choose to do it properly? And all at the cost of pain?' He thought as his eyes flickered coldly, 'I've endured worse than torment. If pain grants me power, I welcome it, especially with my current situation.'
"What kind of benefit are you talking about?" Jacob had to ask as he knew anything Immortika called a 'benefit' wasn't a small matter, and he couldn't take it lightly.
"That actually depends on your luck. I can't tell you since this information is rather sensitive unless you can really get it!" Immortika cryptically replied without any intention of revealing the truth.
Jacob was naturally unhappy, but he knew better than to waste his time asking anymore. His bony fingers clenched around the galaxy-lit orb, and his voice echoed with unyielding certainty.
