Even though the core offerings in front of me was almost laughable, I kept going.
These pieces wouldn't have been enough to get me out of bed in my last life, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and I was definitely a beggar when it came to cores right now.
Letting out a long breath, I picked up the next one.
The pile of green cores was shrinking way too fast for my peace of mind, while the useless ones that couldn't do anything for me were spreading farther across the bed. I didn't bother sorting those neatly. I could put them back into my space later, assuming I remembered and no one came upstairs to complain about sleeping on zombie remains.
I picked up another green core and continued to push forward. This wasn't a safe practice, and a lot of people had probably died absorbing so many cores at once, but seriously, this wasn't even a drop in the 'well of my powers' or whatever you wanted to call it.
But what was really getting to me?
