"Sir."
It was Emily.
"The kitchen has prepared your breakfast, considering your condition, aside from your favorite hazelnut pancakes and..."
"Leave it at the door."
Roger interrupted Emily. Moments later, he heard a light sound outside the door, followed by footsteps retreating.
He opened the door and dragged the delicate tray into the room.
Roger didn't even glance at the food on the tray.
It was the same as last night. Although he could now control this body, sensory functions like smell and taste, which relied on neural feedback, remained in their previous dormant state.
Vision was manageable, as his powerful soul could directly provide feedback, akin to activating a divine perspective, allowing him to observe the world from an almost 360-degree angle.
But the other senses were beyond his control.
No matter how delicious the food might be, even if Roger could swallow it, deliver it to his stomach, and then control the peristalsis...
