Leon did not go sunbathing.
Before coming to Kamar-Taj,
he had already reached his limit.
His one-arm strength had reached 2.07 million tons.
Even if he kept sunbathing in the Resident Evil world for several more years, any further growth would be negligible.
If sunbathing before had been like an extremely hungry man eating a meal,
then sunbathing now was like continuing to snack on sunflower seeds after eating and drinking his fill—better than nothing, but even a little bloating.
After returning to his room,
Leon took out the Sling Ring The Ancient One had left behind.
The Sling Ring could open portals and assist in communicating with worlds from other dimensions.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, put on the Sling Ring, and began meditating in search of a creditor, prepared for his first attempt to come back empty-handed.
Yet the process of borrowing power went remarkably smoothly—far more smoothly than Leon had expected.
Normally, this was a process that required intense concentration.
An ordinary mage needed anywhere from several days to several years to learn how to use a Sling Ring.
But Leon constantly controlled all sorts of superpowers while multitasking in his everyday life.
Concentrating was effortless to him.
His consciousness easily entered the dimensional worlds.
Like a lump of flesh falling into a school of sharks.
The instant he appeared, countless strange, vast, and mysterious consciousnesses swarmed around him, eager to form contracts with him.
The sight of them rushing over
was like a group of idle bank managers suddenly spotting a tycoon with oil fields approaching with proof of his assets, loudly asking whether anyone could help process a loan.
Without even a moment's hesitation, they charged forward, shoving and squeezing their way through the crowd.
All just to get in front of the tycoon