Michael felt this option was good. In fact, the more he examined it, the more he realized it carried additional benefits.
A living Rank four was a treasure trove.
The memories and knowledge buried in the man's mind, all of that was valuable to an absurd degree.
And Jester could take it.
Knowledge that Jester could integrate, that could be turned into new skills and methods.
Knowledge that Michael himself could study.
Compared to spending years or decades learning the complex principles of high ranked superpowers, Michael had to admit he preferred this quicker method.
Except that it was also cruel.
He was not blind to that. Stripping someone's mind to feed his legion and strengthen himself was not something he would have even imagined doing months ago. The idea would have disgusted him. But people changed. At least to Michael he was still a good person.
And the old man had tried to kill him.
Michael crouched down beside the body, sensing the faint pulse of the old man.
