The translucent sapphire interface of the Goddess Affection System continued to hover before Leo Shaw’s eyes, a digital tapestry of power that made the high-tech holographic displays of the academy look like children’s toys. He leaned back in his seat, ignoring the rhythmic drone of the overhead ventilation, and allowed his consciousness to sink deeper into the data streams.
Aside from his current cultivation realm, the status panel was a monument to his sudden, overwhelming dominance. In any other era of The Grand Dominion, a man possessing even one of these traits would be considered a once-in-a-century prodigy. Leo, however, was a walking collection of miracles. If any of the other transmigrators he’d read about in his previous life saw this, they would likely retire on the spot out of
