Lucy left the hospital and once again sensed an abnormality that extended beyond her own flesh.
As for her body, she could already sense exactly how much time she had left to live.
A large amount of CPH4 had seeped into her body from her abdomen, unlocking 20% of her brain's potential. The excessively intense cellular reactions and progressive genetic information had accelerated her demise, to the point that she could clearly perceive how much lifespan she had remaining.
If she did nothing, she would die in approximately twenty-four hours from excessive cellular development.
"Has it... changed again..." After leaving the hospital, Lucy once more felt her brain's potential surging forward at breakneck speed, bursting forth without restraint. When she looked at the trees among the vegetation, she could already see through their surface matter and observe the converging "veins" through which they absorbed nutrients.
Lucy swept her emotionless gaze across the "abnormalities" around her.
Only after a long while did she slowly adapt to having gone "one step further."
One step closer to death.
She had not yet become completely emotionless or entirely rational. She still possessed the most basic emotions, and terror abruptly rose within her—a primal fear of death born from the instinct to survive—but her rational analysis suppressed it so thoroughly that not a trace showed on her face.
"I need to find He-El." Lucy withdrew her gaze from her surroundings, her expression blank as a shoulder bag containing weapons hung from her shoulder.
Her mind began recalling He-El's appearance.
He-El was undoubtedly the most extraordinary person she had ever seen in her life, someone who barely seemed human. Whether in temperament or in the feeling he gave others, he stood out from any crowd, utterly distinct, impossible to forget after one glance.
He had approached