The blood pill dissolved with a bitter sting. A warmth surged through his body,
spreading from his chest to his limbs. His blood churned. Heartbeat quickened. Qi pulsed.
But Ace didn't flinch.
He sat down, legs crossed, slipping into a lotus meditation posture. His breathing slowed to a rhythm, steady, deliberate.
He guided the pill's effects through his meridians, tracing their influence like a master cartographer mapping an enemy's terrain.
Minutes passed.
Then he consumed another pill.
And another.
One by one, Ace consumed all eight high-grade Blood Pills, devouring them like a man immune to consequence.
His body swelled faintly with heat after each one, veins glowing dimly with a reddish hue under his skin but there was no sign of pain, no resistance, nor any backlash.
Then he opened his eyes.
"...Still nothing," he said quietly, tone unreadable.