Two more hours passed as I continued exploring the library. I had gone through hundreds of skill scrolls, watched thousands of videos, and still felt like I was barely scratching the surface.
To speed things up, I activated [Psynapse Fracture]. It gave me three working fractures now—three parallel minds to handle tasks at the same time.
One focused on scanning skill descriptions.
The second played the training videos, showing real fights, test fields, and usage cases.
And the third worked on adapting those skills into something I could use, mixing them with my own laws, fighting style, and instincts.
The library had a clear structure. Skills were divided by rank—starting with Mortal rank, then Master, and finally Grandmaster. The higher I went, the more precise and law-driven they became. Some were made for soldiers, others for assassins, spellcasters, and even support units.
Still, I had an idea of what I wanted. I picked my poison.
