Owens' frown turned into a poker expression immediately.
The words of the mask guy he had encountered in the forest of one thousand vultures began ringing in his head.
Why do they think he is a weakling?
Okay maybe the former Owen was a weakling but that doesn't mean they have to say it to his face. Especially now that he has the gods with him.
"Why does everyone think I am a weakling?"
Just as he spoke, his system suddenly brought a notification.
'Dear host, would you like to convert a soul to an energy?'
His AI was not here to tell him not to use the souls he had gathered and so he went through with it. He watched as the system proceeded to convert a soul into an energy and only had to wait seconds to get it done.
'Dear host, you have been granted 300 energy.'
Owen could feel the energy rushing through him already. His hands automatically balled into a fist. He didn't know why but he felt excited. He smiled at the man and signals for him to come forward.
