Ibro didn't need to hold back his anger anymore, as he swore that he would go into a six month preparation period, and after that he would seek whatever was trying to threaten Sefiera, himself, his close friends and girls, and the whole humanity, and then kill them all.
He knew he only had this window, these six months, after that he would, constantly, be drawing from the power of his own reserves, with no time to make new.
'Can you upgrade the pocket space of mine?' he suddenly asked his system.
'Well,' the system paused, 'your PSR orbs and crystals are enough to upgrade it for ten times the size it's now. do you want to proceed?' the system asked.
'Sure, upgrade them, and try to enforce the rich cultivation environment there,' Ibro had no reason to refuse, as he instantly replied.