Later that night.Tucker returned to the home tower. He was almost out of battery. He just had two and half percent left.“Getting a battery upgrade will be good, but if I can make the energy in the aether mine, I wouldn’t have to worry about running out of battery,” Tucker thought. “But for some reason, the energy in the aether is not responding to my thoughts. It’s as if it doesn’t recognize this metal body.“The problem isn’t with my technique but with whatever rules they have written in my core. I have to overcome those rules one way or another if I want to even remotely get close to one percent of my past life’s strength.”As Tucker entered the elevator, another person slid in, and he had two human guards with him.“I remember you,” Michael said, burping. He was just coming from a late-night dinner party. “You are that red-haired sweetie’s slave, aren’t you? What are you doing outside at this hour? You should be recharging your ass right now. If you don’t keep winning the matches