If Herta could go study in the Ultra Series universe, gain the power of "I reckon," and successfully evolve into Super Herta, then she probably would not need several Amber Eras at all. She could solve the problem of turning the "Iron Tomb" into the "Shining Iron Tomb" in less than a day.
"So? Tempted?"
Qianyi raised an eyebrow, his voice carrying a magnetic allure that tempted geniuses into corruption. "A place so absurd and illogical is probably the holy land most yearned for by scientists like you, who are tortured by physical constants, right?"
"Oh, I get it now."
Herta stared expressionlessly at Qianyi. Her violet eyes revealed a cold wisdom that saw through everything, and though her tone was flat, every word struck straight at the heart. "What you mean is, you now have an admission slot for a 'top-tier workhorse training program.' As long as I go study there and learn that invincible 'I reckon' power, I can compress projects that originally needed several, or even dozens of Amber Eras, into a single day or even an afternoon. Then, naturally, you can replace the remaining several centuries' worth of work with even more outrageous new problems and dump them all on me, right?"
"Don't you people from the Genius Club have endless curiosity?"
Qianyi looked somewhat surprised and asked in confusion, "The more problems there are and the greater the challenge, shouldn't you be happier and more excited? Before this, you kept chasing after me for new problems and experiments, hoping I would give them all to you instead of those mediocre fools."
Herta: "..."
No, man?
I admit I'm curious. I admit I pursue truth. But that doesn't mean I'm some workhorse you can exploit without limit, one who even has to pump herself up and