[Ordinary rules can't bind you.]
Michael stared at the floating words.
"...That's it?" he muttered.
He leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at the system prompt like it had just insulted his intelligence.
"It's not that I can't read," he said aloud, "but if I actually understood what I was reading, would I be asking for help?"
Unfortunately—or maybe fortunately—the Origin Will didn't respond.
Michael groaned and rubbed his temples.
He glanced at the panel again and gave a long, suffering sigh.
"…I need a manual."
The aftermath of his advancement brought both happiness and concern.
Shaking away the distracting thoughts, Michael refocused on his undead.
Just like him, all of them had undergone a surge in strength.
Unfortunately, due to his current location, he couldn't examine their appearances in detail—only their updated statuses.
