Fake Ma Tao was quite pleased with himself. "This is the result of combining civilization and technology. These gloves were designed specifically to deal with those strange flames. Of course, they're only in the testing stage. After what happened before, we only managed to make a few pairs in a hurry. Later, we'll produce a batch of clothing made from this material. Do you think your fire will still be useful then?"
As he spoke, he looked at Qianqian again. "We have countermeasures for your freezing skill too, and the solution is much easier than developing these gloves. Sigh, these gloves used up so many precious materials. It hurts just thinking about it."
"You're saying you made these gloves in just over half an hour?"
"Half an hour? Oh, right. For you, it really has only been half an hour. But for us, it's been over a month."
"How is that possible?" I narrowed my eyes.
"Oh, you should have noticed. You're currently in a chaotic spacetime. Of course, it's only chaotic from your perspective. To us, it isn't chaotic at all. It's merely dozens of different spacetimes layered together. In other words, the future exists in the present as well. So these gloves actually took us nearly two years to develop. But that's nothing to us. We can bring things from the future into the present and use them."
There was a hint of fear in Qianqian's eyes.
I shook my head at her, then gently squeezed her hand, telling her to calm down.
"Actually, you should be able to figure this out. You've long mastered this sort of thing, haven't you? From our planet to this one, from the modern era of this world to ancient times—you pushed technology to its limits even in that not-yet-fully-civilized age. You