My Life Has Limits

My Life Has Limits

The entrance to the Potion Research Center was brightly lit, packed with people, and bustling with activity. There was not the slightest hint of panic here—only liveliness.

Thinking of the brutal battle erupting two kilometers away, Chu Fei felt an indescribable sense of disconnection.

But there was a reason this place could remain so safe: none of the people in charge at the scene were from the Potion Research Center.

At this moment, everyone here was a "volunteer."

After selecting several leaders, the people from the Potion Research Center had simply washed their hands of the matter.

There was now only a group of ordinary people here, with the most exceptional among them merely Semi-Awakened. The supplies on site consisted of only a small amount of food. Large shipments of grain would not arrive for another day or two, perhaps even longer.

To true experts, this place had no military value. Slaughtering ordinary people in large numbers would only look bad.

Killing a few people, or using the chaos as cover for murder, was one thing. Openly massacring civilians was far too beneath them.

Most importantly, ordinary people were connected to Mind Power, Power of Faith, and more.

As the saying went, "Condemned by thousands, one would die without illness." Hunting ordinary people offered no benefits and might even earn one a scornful reputation. Not every expert necessarily believed in that, but there was no need to do it. And what if it was true?

After taking a glance around, Chu Fei returned to a secret chamber within the Potion Research Center and first restored his essence, energy, and spirit to their peak state.

Before he knew it, morning had come. Chu Fei stretched lazily. After cultivating in meditation for half the night, his essence, energy,