He had just ripped the root access code out of an ancient digital ghost and used it to turn a Level 75 Executioner into a puddle of bubbling grey ash. By all accounts he should have been celebrating, but right now he just felt incredibly tired.
"I really hate this patch," Sebastian muttered, his voice echoing in the absolute silence of the void.
His physical body was a mess. The twenty percent biological synchronization had turned his muscles tough like steel but even steel had its breaking point. The black leather coat he wore was torn to shreds, exposing the pale skin underneath.
The glowing green hybrid UI of the Legacy Code flickered in the corner of his vision. It served as a constant annoying reminder of his current condition.
[Status: Void Toxicity Building.]
[Warning: Base File Corruption at 12%.]
