Sunny stood before the altar, tracking the terrifying blue data frames projected by the Supreme Merge System.
He was currently reviewing the required material list for his next theoretical fusion.
[Evolutionary Requirement (Commander Tier): Blood-Lotus Roots (100 lbs), Abyssal Sludge Residue, Soul of a Condemned...]
Sunny felt a familiar, throbbing migraine blooming behind his eyes. He explicitly possessed the required toxic roots and the sludge residue, but the concept of actively harvesting a human soul was profoundly repulsive to his civilian sensibilities. He explicitly did not want to butcher anyone. However, if he did not constantly escalate his power, the veteran executioners surrounding his pavilion would undoubtedly dissect him to uncover the secret of his flawless ascension methods.
"Supreme One."
A trembling, gravelly voice broke Sunny's internal spiral of panic. He slowly shifted his gaze toward the heavy iron cage occupying the darkest corner of the room.
