Activate.
Power up.
His battle power soared.
[22 million... 24 million... 25 million...]
At last, the number stopped at—
[25,000,000]
"Twenty-five million?"
Sun Wuxiu frowned slightly as he looked at the number.
"Yesterday, I wasn't injured this badly, and it went up by nine million."
"Today, my hand was blown off, yet it only went up by four million?"
This result had not met his expectations.
Logically speaking, the more severe the injury, the greater the increase after revival should have been.
"Looks like... my previous guess was right."
Sun Wuxiu stepped out of the machine, draped a towel over himself, and sank into thought.
"Although a Saiyan's Near-Death Revival passive is a bug, it can't be stacked infinitely."
"At its core, it's a rapid cashing-out of one's potential."
"It's like squeezing water from a sponge. If the sponge itself has no water left—if its potential is exhausted—then no matter how hard you squeeze it, no more will come out."
"Although I've built a solid foundation over the past few years, these consecutive bursts over the last two days have nearly drained all the potential accumulated at this stage."
"If I don't undergo new foundational training or achieve a breakthrough in my state of mind to 'expand the container,' then relying solely on self-harm to grind battle power will yield diminishing returns until it becomes completely ineffective."
Having figured this out, Sun Wuxiu felt relieved.
Twenty-five million in base form.
That was already close to the limit his body could currently contain.
Even if he kept grinding, it would not increase by much.
"Haste makes waste."
Sun Wuxiu wiped away his sweat and got dressed.
"From now on, I can't be this aggressive anymore."
"I need to fully absorb this twenty-five million power and compress it