He kept thinking, and the more he thought, the clearer his mind became.
Although he had entered the ninth rank, it was ultimately still a crude realm. It had been established for less than a century and remained riddled with flaws, far from mature.
He, too, was a pioneer, crossing the river by feeling for stones, stumbling along and making many mistakes and detours.
Yet now, all the doubts about realms that he had never been able to understand suddenly made sense.
His realm continued to rise. A vast torrent of information surged through his body, decompressed along quantum fluctuations. He no longer concealed his aura.
"Y-you, what are you doing?"
The entire research institute watched Rogers slowly rise into the sky in terror.
"Ridiculous fungi."
Cubitros lightly slapped his palm.
All the living beings in the institute shattered into countless branching structures, blending together and softening like windblown sand, piling across the ground like gray ash from burning incense.
"Ah!!!"
"Rogers is killing people! He's killing people!"
Countless terrified cries erupted. "How can people turn into dust?"
Cubitros looked calm. "My own martial art—the Void Refinement Orbital Bow—may have the potential to reach the tenth rank, but it has not yet been deduced to that point. His martial art, however, has already been developed into a rough tenth-rank prototype. It is worth trying to cultivate. Alchemy—this is simply the universe's strongest conceptual martial art!"
"Know yourself and know your enemy. So, what should I try cultivating?"
Cubitros narrowed his eyes and suddenly recalled the words spoken when he was born:
I hope my child will become the universe's strongest Captain of the Free Nation, a symbol of freedom, wielding a shield forged from the universe's hardest Vibranium to protect our homeland.
"Then I'll play the role of that Super