Roman pushed the matter to the back of his mind, closing his eyes as he tried to envision what the future might hold. He opened them again, speaking inwardly, "Sugar, I've got questions about the formation of my core."
The system responded promptly, [What would you like to know about core formation, host?]
Roman gazed at the office door, his mind racing. "If I recall correctly, you said I cannot use your energy to form my core, or I'll die instantly."
[That's correct, host. Using my energy for core formation would be fatal.]
Roman's eyes narrowed. "But I was thinking... when I was fueling the slave mark with the energy of the NaturaGenesis seed, I was able to withhold its energy. In fact, I even managed to control it." He had been pondering this for months.
