He soon entered a deep meditative state, Fell's mind focused on recovering from his last fight. He sent his Will spreading through his body, encompassing every single cell that composed his body.
Fell could feel the bone fragments of his ribcage penetrate his lung every time he inhaled, and he gritted his teeth as he forced himself to Will his recovery with his Soul Cultivation base.
This action of him was similar to auto persuasion. But what Fell was currently doing was forcing his own body to speed his recovery.
His attempt succeeded as he started feeling his bones mend themselves. The pain of his bones growing made him breathe sharply. He trembled like a string from the pain, before coughing up a mouthful of a dark substance.
The dark substance was composed of the bone fragments that were in his lungs and clogged blood that accumulated in his last fight. Dizziness hit him as he kept clearing his lungs, he could feel his pores open up, expelling a mixture of sweat and blood.
Fell felt as if his head was going to explode, his body worked in an overdrive cleansing and recovering from his last fight. An unusual number of signals were sent to his brain, if it weren't for his experience when using the Hyper Perceptive state he would have already fallen unconscious, his mind would have shut down.
Fell spent the next few minutes shouldering the pain. He was clenching his fists so hard that his nails deeply embedded themselves in his palms, making his fists red. He was coughing a few mouthfuls of blood every few seconds; his body was clearing itself.
Even in this pain, he managed to stay clear-headed, he could clearly feel the signal that his nerves were sending him. If the average intensity of his nerve impulse was a slight electric signal, then, right now his nerves' impulses had might of lightning strikes, endlessly clapping and thundering, their unrestrained repetition kept Fell in an endless cycle of pain.
Hopefully, the last bone fragment that was in his lungs was evacuated in his last cough, ending the young man's pain. His lung injury was his harshest damage; his pain instantly lessened as soon as it healed.
Breathing out, he sighed and took out some water to nourish his dehydrated body. The water cleared the residue of blood that was on his mouth as it traveled down his throat, his headache cleared out as he felt the liquid fill his body.
His body expelled the majority of its water during its recovery, working at a higher intensity had a few drawbacks.
One of them was the apparent sharp pain that would follow the cultivators during the recovery, and the other was the severe dehydration that the cultivator would develop. Those downsides were the harsh costs that every Soul cultivator would pay when trying to accelerate their body's natural recovery with their Will.
He gulped three water bottles in succession, filling his body with just what he needed. A satisfied sigh escaped from his lips.
"Cultivators really have it rough,", he thought while getting up, "Time to continue!".
He got up and strode to the metallic door, the door opened in front of him. His feet stopped just when he was leaving the room; a weird shine appeared in his eyes.
He looked back turning his neck. He looked at the content of the narrow room with a deep shine in his eyes. His eyes sighted straight on the spot where he was sitting, the metallic box resurfaced in his mind, awakening his curiosity.
He approached the square box with sneaky steps. His steps were relaxed as he had already done what he was going to accomplish.
He stopped in front of the chest, and his greed could be clearly seen in his face. He crouched to identify if the chest could be opened, his hand traveled everywhere searching for a button to press.
His hand stopped, he could feel a slight dent in one side of the chest.
"Got you!" he thought before pressing on it. Hearing a small click, a smile appeared on his face.
He heard several sound rattle in the inside of the chest; steam escaped from the corner of the chest before opening in front of Fell.
What Fell saw inside was a pile of grey colored cloth, on top of them was a weird shaped monocle.
Intrigued, he took out the monocle and approached it near his face. Its shape was rectangular, and strangely it didn't have any lens.
He swiftly found out how to use and put in on his left eye, he strapped it close to his eyebrow and pressed on its switch.
A flash of light appeared in the room, his right eye was still the same, but his left eye had a weird purple filter on it.
"War Assist AI 04985795. Begin Integration." He heard those two sentences reverberate in his minds, followed by a sharp drilling buzz.
"It's fusing with me!" he thought with a wry smile, ready to shoulder a burning pain.
Weirdly, he didn't feel the expected pain that was going to send his mind in rambles. In fact, he felt no pain even when sensing that the monocle was merging with his left eye.
The process ended after a few breaths. Fell opened his left eye, and a deep purple light flashed in the dimly lighted room.
The phenomenon soon calmed down, Fell's left vision returned to its normal state. His eye color was still the same amber, except for his left eye that had a strange purple hue in the middle of it.
"So what use does it have?"
"Assist AI is ready to serve you sir!" a silvery voice answered his question in his mind.
"What the hell!" Fell barked while unsheathing Soldier's Fortune.
Sword in hand, his eyes darted everywhere in the small room, looking for the feminine voice he just heard.
"No need to look around for me. I'm part of you." The soft voice appeared to check Fell dumb again. His gaping jaw was close to stroking the floor.