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As the number of "his own people" hidden within the Star Sea Alliance grew, Rowan found himself increasingly well-informed. He often stumbled upon intriguing intelligence, which he used to pass the time whenever boredom struck.

Ever since Rowan transformed into a conceptual, high-dimensional being, multitasking—or even juggling countless tasks at once—had become child's play. While attending to his primary affairs, he took great pleasure in delving into the history of the various Star Sea Alliance member states and exploring their fascinating anecdotes.

It was in this manner that Rowan had come across the data regarding nanobots and physical augmentation. At the time, he had merely chuckled, treating it as a bit of light entertainment.

Yet now, it was precisely because he understood those specific regulations that he felt a sense of confusion and bewilderment.

The fellow currently merging with the Biological Armor was, based on his internal readings, clearly a high-percentage mechanical augmentee. Combining the fact that the Biological Armor could not detect his visual nerve signals with the progress of the current fusion, Rowan concluded that there was likely very little left of the man that was original.

Such behavior by a host of Biological Armor was a blatant violation of the Star Sea Alliance's regulations. If Rowan had encountered such a high-tech individual on some desolate, technologically backward, savage planet, it might have seemed normal.

But where were they now? This was the territory of the Epoch Clan, their high-end biological experimental zone. There was at least one Council of Elders member present, and who knew who else might be watching via video feed.

Given these circumstances, for an outlaw to appear here so openly—and clearly without being disconnected from the network—wasn't this highly abnormal?

One must understand that this was not the dawn of civilization, where social