Once the initial rush of the integration subsided, he turned his attention back to the shimmering interface. He had one more gift to claim. One more way to ensure that when the world finally woke up to face him, they would have no choice but to kneel.
He bypassed the heavy hitters of the upper tier, moving deeper, looking for the scalpel to match his new hammer.
The second skill didn't roar with the cosmic violence of gravity; instead, it drifted into his mind like a heavy, intoxicating fog, silent and insidious. It was a subtle power, a quiet predator that waited for the moment of vulnerability.
He found it three tiers below the first:
[SLEEP MANIPULATION FULL POTENTIAL]
[INDUCES GENUINE NEUROLOGICAL SLEEP IN DESIGNATED TARGETS WITHIN RANGE.]
[THIS IS NOT SEDATION OR UNCONSCIOUSNESS, BUT TRUE SLEEP PHYSIOLOGY.]
[DEPTH IS FULLY ADJUSTABLE: FROM LIGHT, SEMI-AWARE SLUMBER TO TOTAL, SENSORY-DEPRIVED UNCONSCIOUSNESS.]
