Sebastian needed to upgrade Sanctuary. He needed the Regional Core.
But to do that, he had to wage war on a Level 65 Warlord and thousands of heavily armed troops.
His current physical synchronization was stuck at thirty percent.
He was incredibly strong but against a concentrated army, he was still a glass cannon.
He needed more mass. He needed a higher baseline.
He couldn't just drink this with a cup. He needed to absorb the entire pool.
"Let's see if this meat-suit can handle an all-you-can-eat buffet," Sebastian whispered.
He didn't take off the black tactical suit. He didn't hesitate.
He stepped up onto the metal railing, took a deep breath, and dove headfirst into the boiling sea of biomass.
SPLASH!
The moment he hit the liquid, the world exploded into absolute blinding agony.
It wasn't physical heat. It was data overload.
Millions of fractured memories, screams of terror, and raw experience points violently forced their way into his digital pores.
