[This is going to be a funny chapter, i will be changing the names of characters and novel titles because of copyright infridgement.
Also i have adjusted the chapter release to 2 chapters per day. Happy Reading.]
"Oh, for crying out loud."
The words echoed through the empty dimension, perhaps the first truly un-cosmic complaint Elias Vance had uttered in centuries. His voice, now resonating with the subtle hum of a neutron star, still carried that familiar dry sarcasm. He tried to raise his arm to scratch his nose, and the movement was stiff, robotic, like a newly assembled action figure. His neutronium bones, while incredibly powerful and dense, had turned him into a walking, talking, super-heavy statue. He could crush galaxies, yes, but he couldn't exactly do a graceful bow, let alone anything requiring genuine fluidity.
This wouldn't do. Not at all.
