Time was an ally to Hutson. A span of six months or more was an acceptable wait, for he had no immediate right to decipher the contents of the tablet anyway. He would let AI chip unravel its secrets at a steady pace.
As for why he only allocated thirty percent of his mana each day to this task, the reason was simple—he was no longer within the sanctuary of the Moo nlit Glade. The outside world held dangers, and he could not afford to leave himself vulnerable.
To survive, to be ready for any unforeseen threats, Hutson ensured that no less than seventy percent of his mana remained intact. If he drained himself in pursuit of knowledge and was caught unprepared, unable even to summon three layers of protective shields, it would be courting disaster.
"AI chip, from today onward, analyze the tablet's contents only when I meditate. Cease once thirty percent of my mana has been consumed."
"Task archived."
