A lot of professional leagues ran on "cross-year seasons." Wasn't that common knowledge?
Little Fear, who was "exceptionally mature," had finally asked a childish question.
Yet that very question struck a chord with Kuti. He swung his hand forcefully, sounding deeply indignant:
"The season had already started. Joining midway through made it insanely difficult! Even a mere 'registration mission' had people like Hawthorne dragging us down.
"If it had been at the beginning of the year, it definitely wouldn't have been this hard. But I happened to be in seclusion then and missed it completely.
"And now? They only assigned me this one 'Intervention Body.' There are so many things I can't do..."
Intervention Body?
After a moment's thought, Gideon roughly understood. Whether it was Kuti or Zhan Lang, since they were "upper class," they would never gamble with their own lives on such a meaningless adventure.
The bodies they displayed to the outside world were most likely nothing more than "shells."
These so-called Intervention Bodies were probably Clones whose consciousness had been erased. They lacked the ability to act independently, more like player-controlled game characters remotely operated by the upper class.
That was why they could recklessly adventure through the real city jungle and carry out such an absurd mission. Even if they failed, they did not need to fear injury or death.
Gideon was still considering it when Little Fear voiced the thought aloud:
"So your current forms are also Clones, just remotely controlled? No wonder your emotions and physical reactions sometimes don't quite match."
Little Fear's actual age was still under fifty hours. He apparently had not yet considered what this arrangement meant for him, casually reaching out to squeeze Kuti's arm.
Kuti flung him off in disgust, but he was not actually angry. Compared to the