[Status: Void Toxicity Building.]
[Warning: Base File Corruption at 12%.]
The Void Toxicity was slowly chewing through his foundational code.
It was not ticking down a standard health bar like a poison debuff. Instead, it felt like a cold numbness that was steadily turning his internal organs into dead pixels.
If he did not find a Server Filter soon, he was not going to die. He was just going to cease existing.
"I really need to find a pharmacy." Sebastian muttered while wiping his mouth with the back of his black leather glove.
He looked out across the abyss.
According to the coordinates he had extorted from the chained Admin, Outpost Rust was about three miles away. It was hidden inside the skull of a dead space leviathan.
But navigating the Juncture was incredibly tricky.
Without the Earth server to process his magical commands, his flight spells and teleportation skills were completely locked out.
He had to rely entirely on his newly compiled [Concept of Mass].
