At that moment, a mass of red fur grew over the surface of Robet's body, and even his tail turned red. An even more savage, berserk aura spread from him, making his presence even more terrifying.
"How is this possible? How did you do it?!" In the ocean of consciousness, Cyttorak stared at Robet in shock, unable for a moment to accept that everything he had plotted had only ended up benefiting Robet.
What Cyttorak found most incomprehensible was that he could now clearly sense that Robet was relying on the power contained within his own body to devour Cyttorak's power, turning that power into a tool to stimulate Robet's potential.
That meant Robet's body contained potential beyond Cyttorak's imagination. Merely drawing out that potential was enough for Robet to surpass the current universe and reach multiversal strength.
Even to Cyttorak, a well-traveled Dimensional Demon God, this was something utterly unbelievable.
It was not as if Cyttorak had never seen races with extraordinary potential. Kryptonians, for example—as long as they basked under the right sun, they could dominate planets no matter what, easily gaining the ability to destroy worlds.
But not every Kryptonian was Superman, not every one of them could suddenly cheat their way into even greater power. Superman's previous increase in strength had not been because of Kryptonian bloodline or some Codex, but because Superman had already begun walking the path of will over reality.
Robet was different. What Robet was improving now truly was the power of his body itself, drawn from within his flesh. That meant the potential of Robet's body far exceeded Cyttorak's imagination, and it also made Cyttorak even greedier.
Yes, when Cyttorak first realized Robet had turned the tables and schemed against him, he had been furious. But now, Cyttorak felt more greed