The "Utility" label the Association had slapped on him was becoming more of a lie with every breath he took. The most impressive part wasn't just the raw power; it was the infrastructure. He finally had a stable, self-sustaining loop of high-purity Qi.
"I need to keep this up for a month," he whispered, tightening his fists and feeling the black lines hum against his skin. "If I can sustain this rate of absorption, I won't have to worry about anyone in this town."
He was partially right. His ship, the Sovereign Voyager, was now a functioning power plant. However, Thomas was an investigator, and he knew how to calculate curves.
He was currently in the D-rank, and while the jump he'd just made was massive, he knew that the path to C-rank—and eventually B and A—would require an exponential increase in resources.
Every grade was a mountain taller than the last. To reach the top, he wouldn't just need a bar; he'd need a galaxy of customers.
