The leader tried to shake Miles off his ankle, genuinely surprised by the sight of the glowing gold eyes. "Well, well. You certainly are relentless, I'll give you that," the leader taunted, trying to maintain his arrogant composure.
Miles was perilously low on energy, a fact the System immediately flagged.
[System Alert: Energy Critically Low. Suggest immediate replenishment.]
[Recommendation: Consume chemicals (nearby corrosive base). Poisons, when neutralized by the System, yield high-density caloric and energy conversion. They make you more healthier.]
Miles didn't hesitate without a doubt in his thought. The System had guided him this far, it wouldn't kill him now. He swept his hand across the shattered containers on the floor, grabbing a handful of vials and bottles containing various liquids. Ignoring the pain and the caustic smell, Miles drank many chemicals close to him. He then kicked the ones scattered further away, making sure no one else could use them.
