Zane walked leisurely toward the library.
Sure, he could teleport or glide using the Law of Wind—but sometimes, walking felt... grounding. Real. A slice of the mediocrity he'd once called boring, now oddly peaceful.
"This life of mediocrity," he murmured, hands tucked in his coat pockets, "not so bad, huh?"
Then, with a small smirk tugging at his lips, he added, "Oh well. Computer, I was talking about that idea we discussed earlier."
Beep.
"I'm thinking of creating a battle power system. I'll infuse you with some mana tuned to this world's frequency. You can use that to program a battle power transmitter. Let it run as a secondary system. Then make a lens with unstable particles—something small I can wear in my eye. Attach a battle power measurer to that lens, so I can see values in real-time."
