Edwin gently rubbed the magic lamp.
Through his higher-dimensional perspective, he had already seen through its true nature.
Compressed and sealed inside was a power he had encountered before, though it was not particularly high-level—roughly Sequence 2.
What truly interested him was the consciousness sealed inside the lamp.
He was certain it was not human.
Its makeup was entirely different from that of a three-dimensional human. It existed on another level altogether.
The principle was simple. Give the same car to a professional racer and someone who had just passed their driving test, and the performance they could draw from it would naturally be different.
That was also why Light Quantum Lifeforms like Ultraman, who had evolved from humans, could vary so wildly in what they were capable of.
And that was the most interesting thing about this damned lamp.
Edwin's finger came to rest on the edge of the Lamp Spout.
The Original Creator had left behind Beyonder Characteristics after he died, while the Celestial Worthy and beings like him had made all sorts of preparations for their own resurrection.
They had forcibly turned those violent, chaotic powers into a Potion System humans could just barely swallow.
To keep frail human nerves and bodies from collapsing the instant they touched that power, they had chosen to weaken and restrict it.
They had confined vast, boundless authorities within the rigid framework of potions and Sequences, allowing humans to bear them and, step by step, become vessels capable of carrying their power and will.
That was why even a True God could not compare to a fraction of what this thing was.
It was also why the lamp could grant wishes far beyond the scope of its Sequence 2 authority.
Buzz.
As Edwin moved, an excruciatingly shrill hum suddenly filled the