If at any crucial moment the system decided to block my main manipulation or combat tools — as it was doing now with Echo of Nightmare, which remained unavailable — I wouldn't need to panic.
It would be enough to open the menu, project a perfect tactical response to the situation, pay the price in points, and materialize a new ability on the spot.
The only downside, obviously, was the prohibitive cost.
Five thousand Vital Points was just the entry fee for something rudimentary; if I tried to create something that altered the laws of physics or gave me an overwhelming military advantage, the price would double or triple in the blink of an eye.
The lesson the system left me was very clear: I needed to accumulate more Vital Points than ever.
To ensure a truly colossal reserve that would shield me against any threat, I would have to intensify my search for new targets, have more sex, and dominate more influential women in this society.
