146, Lord, I Entrust This Body to You!

"Aberrants themselves can ignore the side effects of containment artifacts... is that it?" Ling Ling and the others lowered their eyes. "Then that confirms that the mutations of those sealed artifacts share the same origin as you—are you really okay with stating such a fact openly? Won't that make the entire world hostile toward you?"

"Hostile? Not really." Oakes chuckled softly. "You only need to regard containment artifacts as a race's advanced special technology."

"Taking nuclear energy back several decades would probably cause even more terrifying consequences. Likewise, if today's highly advanced psionic equipment entered the real world, wouldn't it become something no different from an S-rank containment artifact?"

"As long as you understand that, it's enough."

"Oh? Are you saying that you aberrants are some superior race?" The Mech Warrior beside them could not help mocking him. "But when you go mad, you look more like beasts."

"That's why we need the Holy Son." Ruksinth turned back with a giggle. "The Holy Son can keep us from losing our minds during evolution—"

"Evolution? You call aberration evolution?"

"What else would we call it?" Ruksinth asked in return. "We don't know whether the Purified are a superior race, but that truly is the result of embracing power—"

She passed the Mech Warrior and looked at the silent Ling Ling. "When another bloodline overtakes your original one, it is called ascension or evolution, isn't it?"

"Could it be that when you can no longer suppress the Golden Crow bloodline and become a demigod, turning into a Golden Crow, that would also be called aberration?"

Ling Ling, who had somehow been dragged into this, took a deep breath. "Did you have to use me as an example?"

The one who provoked you was the Mech Warrior. What does it have to do