"Damn Rui," the Esoterist muttered as he watched some grainy footage of Planet Amadeus III vaporizing into dust from the sheer side effects of the battle between Transcendents. "Just had to blow up an infected world, why I oughta…"
In a cool, dark laboratory that spanned an entire city by itself, the Esoterist leaned back on a chair, kicking his legs upon a table.
There was no monitor in front of him.
He had gone further than anybody else when it came to the digitization of his brain, completely replacing the sensory cortexes of his brain with organoid biocomputers that could receive and transmit a vast amount of data.
