Asher stared at the notification in front of him. The last time the system had asked him to merge with something, it had been the Absolute Physique, a choice that had brought him untold benefits.
He was not foolish. Asher knew very well that his absurd level of talent came directly from that physique. In his past life, all he had possessed was his mind and an above-average body, not even remotely comparable to what he had now.
On Crymora, a world that valued raw strength above all else, intellect alone could only take one so far. At best, without significant martial talent, he might have become an advisor to some noble house.
And even then, his life would have hung by a thread, subject to the whims of those with true power, who could have decided to end him at any moment simply because he was weak.
But that had been the Absolute Physique, and this, this was something entirely different.
