Placebo was not a good word.
Old Hand had never imagined that the rest of his life would become bound to it.
His former life had become blurred, warped, and fragmented because of Aberration Infection. With no effective treatment available, "placebo" had instead gained a little meaning.
"A 'placebo' that can produce tangible results must involve some deeper mechanism we still don't understand... though it may not be a logic humans can comprehend."
When Bu Qingwen said this, she was sitting in a swivel chair, slowly spinning around. The paintbrush she almost never let leave her side danced up and down between her fingers.
Whenever inspiration struck, she would sketch it on paper, walls, or anything else she could draw on. Of course, she also created incomprehensibly complex structures in the 3D Work Area.
Many people in the laboratory complained that Bu Qingwen often involved herself in problems from other professional fields as an "outsider," handling them with a designer's logic.
But she was also someone who "knew what she was doing." No matter what ideas she proposed, she could always produce something in the end.
Luo Zhongheng called it "talent"—an extraordinarily powerful gift for "structured thinking."
Bu Qingwen disagreed. She had no fondness for the word "talent," not out of false modesty, but because she truly had no talent in the field of Extraordinary Power.
Or rather, she was slow.
Unlike Luo Zhongheng.
"Guardian Uncle, you're like me. Neither of us has talent. Whether we encountered Aberration Infection or not, life in this era would be hard for us... Get away!"
Bu Qingwen shoved away Luo Zhongheng, who was trying to squeeze up beside her. "We need to prepare for the worst. We need a breakthrough.
"Turning nothing into zero changes its nature.
"Turning zero into one changes the