Xavier stepped away from the counter and leaned against the wall, eyes unfocusing the way they always did when he pulled the system up. The shop didn't change, the surgeon didn't notice anything, but a translucent interface slid open in front of him like a private wound only he could see.
The dimensional store loaded fast. Categories stacked themselves neatly: biological augments, restorative compounds, forbidden relics, conditional artifacts. He narrowed it down, filtered by regenerative class, cellular overwrite, legacy-grade substances. The list thinned, then thinned again, until it emptied out completely.
He frowned and typed the name in full.
Axiom Vitae Residuum.
The search spun for a second, then returned nothing. No alternatives. No "did you mean." Just a blank result and a polite system tone that felt almost mocking.
