Those words hit him like a freight train.
He sat back hard, staring at nothing.
He'd already been told there were other universes. And now the system had just confirmed that if he encountered a creature in one of those worlds—no matter how impossible it seemed by Earth's science—he could extract its traits and make them his own.
That meant… magic.
Was science magic? In a way, yes. There's a saying that goes, "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."
Liam swallowed, a nervous tingle running up his spine, but a slow grin began to creep across his face.
System… does this ability work on magical creatures?
[Yes, Host.]
His eyes widened, disbelief melting into pure, unfiltered excitement. He grinned so wide it almost hurt.
"This is ridiculous… This is so ridiculous," he muttered.
