"Potions were originally a corrective measure to make up for innate deficiencies."
"For the Life-type, talent is important, but not that important. There are far too many ways to compensate for a lack of talent. So-called talent may merely be a variable."
"We can even change species. There's no need for you to dwell too much on the shortcomings of your innate abilities."
At that moment, Hua Xueyi actually sought out Lu PingAn in private and suggested replacing her to avoid wasting resources, nearly making him laugh in anger.
In his eyes, setting everything else aside, her moral character alone—having struggled half her life for the people of her hometown—was something most people could never match in their lifetimes.
Did he lack geniuses? What he lacked were trustworthy talents.
And though it had been difficult, the tenacity to grit her teeth and keep up all the way, as well as the courage to fear no battlefield and serve as both sentry and vanguard, were what Lu PingAn valued most.
"Or are you worried about losing your human body?"
At that, the woman shook her head. Then, she transformed before Lu PingAn's eyes.
A faceless, eyeless Metal Humanoid; a Transformer from a cartoon television show; a strange man in uniform with a T-shaped head. Though she had become rather bizarre, Lu PingAn understood.
"If human genetic modules are the standard, I'm probably the farthest removed among our faction. Even Xue En, that Big Bear, still has a body of flesh and blood."
She was frank about it, because she had always felt it was only natural.
If one pursued power, how could one possibly remain unchanged without paying a price? Not becoming some mindless statue was already far better than the worst outcome she had imagined back then.
She merely felt