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Li Aoz let out a breath of stale air. Sever Life was an Aoneng he possessed himself, so the genetic burden could not be transferred.
But what was lifespan worth? Starcallers lacked nothing less than lifespan. Trading a mere year of life for such a decent Aoneng was quite a bargain.
The only thing that could truly be called a price was that his pale skin had become somewhat unreal, with barely any wrinkles, lines, pores, or blue veins visible.
Though it made him look more handsome and beautiful, it also gave off an unfamiliar air utterly unlike that of a normal person, as if he were not a human being of reality.
Li Aoz did not care. As long as your Charm was high enough, even a snow leopard could smile more innocently than Ding Zhen.
He had sent Nomi off to procure supplies and find Qiu Ran and Dimitri to ask whether they were willing to leave with him. Meanwhile, he sat alone in the middle of the battlefield. Seeing that the scavenger had no interest in the surrounding weapons or corpses, the Wanderers finally grew bolder and happily began stripping the bodies.
Their hatred for the Four Nations had always been buried in their hearts. Many people stripped the Frostplate SWAT officers of their equipment, prosthetics, and chips, then spat on them for good measure. It was the only revenge they could manage.
Li Aoz did not care about that equipment. For one thing, as a Mutant, he could not install prosthetics. His attributes were too low to wear the gear, and he could not shoot straight with a gun anyway.
Everyone had something they were bad at, and Li Aoz was especially bad at using firearms.
In the early stages, most classes relied heavily on