In an instant, the sterile pod dissolved. He wasn't in a city anymore. He was standing on a bioluminescent leaf the size of a billboard. The air was thick with the scent of crushed mint and ozone. According to the Something Unlimited Version 247 New protocol, there were no "next episodes" or waiting periods. If he wanted to spend forty-eight hours straight mastering a martial art that didn't exist in the physical world, the system would simply loop his biology to match.