Grey swayed and fell to a knee. 'Holy shit that is bad.'
He coughed, his body feeling like it had suddenly been put through the wringer.
'What the fuck just happened? It was like I couldn't digest any more.'
Grey frowned and felt that he had two explanations, and maybe both of them were a little right in their own way.
The first problem was his iron jaw. It couldn't just take on an infinite Energy Reserve. If he could just infinitely absorb more metal and improve it, that would, indeed, be a bit broken. He should have known he wouldn't be so lucky.
10.1 was probably not the absolute limit, but Grey felt that he could at most get to 10.3, maybe 10.4 before there really was a hard cap. But that would require a lot of pain.
The second problem was that his Abilities weren't keeping up. In order to digest the materials it would take to reach 10.4 units of energy, Grey had the feeling that they needed to be better than just Tempered Steel.
