"So that's how it is. You people probably only live through a little over forty Four Seasons."
"Hehe, that's a long time, isn't it?"
Watching the young woman's proud expression, Lu PingAn found the situation increasingly subtle.
These "random races" truly possessed completely different genetic templates, so naturally, even their lifespans were unfair.
Dog-people were considered somewhat below average. A few subspecies, such as Multi-tailed Fox-people, could even live for more than two hundred years. A year in this world had roughly four hundred days, so that was considered quite long-lived.
Other subspecies, such as the Insect-person Series, generally did not live beyond twenty years. Yet their special king and Emperor individuals had bizarrely long lifespans.
Subspecies such as dragons and giants could live for several thousand years, while many short-lived races did not even make it past thirty.
What Lu PingAn found subtle was that practitioners here were, for the most part, unrelated to lifespan.
"So that's it. A live-and-let-live attitude, then."
Powerful races had too many advantages. Perhaps the other side accepted this innate unfairness so calmly because it had been decided from the moment they were born. Naturally, there was nothing to deny.
"Uh, perhaps I already have something I can sell."
The system of professions was a transformation from mortals into extraordinary lifeforms. Once one reached a high enough level, extending one's lifespan was only natural.
If they were short-lived races, there was no reason not to try.
"But this might bring conflict to the world. Why not do it, though? Are some unlucky people supposed to be weak and short-lived?"
The moment humans discovered this place, change had been inevitable. Lu PingAn took it rather calmly.
In a sense, Lu PingAn's side already counted as an interstellar development company. Naturally, they needed to first understand