As night faded away, the grayish-white light of dawn crept through the curtains and fell upon Bruce's face. He sat on the sofa, his fingertips gently caressing the latest spiritual crystal he had absorbed, feeling a momentary sense of calm, like a beast that had been lying in wait for a long time, finally satisfied, smacking its lips.
The taut nerve that had been strained for days finally relaxed a little. He closed his eyes and quietly felt the changes within his body.
But when he used his supercomputing ability to examine the data, his mental strength remained at 1.2. In that moment, his brow furrowed imperceptibly.
Consuming power too quickly would only bring him closer to losing control. Every increase in mental strength was a negotiation with the abyss of collapse. He was well awar
