Zane stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his neck, hair still damp. He dried it lazily as he walked over to the side table and flicked his wrist. "Computer," he called casually, "are the lenses I designed ready?"
A familiar beep responded in his head.
"Yes. Lens design complete. Calibrated and synchronized with battle power system. Ready for use."
"Nice," Zane smirked.
He raised his hand slightly, palm open. A subtle flicker of silver mist danced at his fingertips before a slim, matte-black box materialized from thin air. His eyes glinted.
"So… my connection to the island's getting stronger again. I can summon mid-tier items like this now without strain," he muttered thoughtfully. "Yeah… my power is definitely growing on its own ever since I comprehended those Laws. Hah."
His smirk faded, and a small sigh escaped.
"Gotta seal some of it again before I accidentally sneeze and collapse this damn universe."
