Since you believed you were a machine, then you could truly become a machine.
Was it feasible? Surprisingly, it seemed like it really was.
"Is this Earth's accumulated foundation?"
Having truly reached Lu PingAn's level, he had instead become increasingly clear-headed and rational.
He had always believed that he was not special, merely one member of the tide of his era. He had not yet grown to the point where he could independently reverse that great tide.
And the entire world was indeed in a period of rapid development. In the end, it was still the advantage of "environment" and "resources."
Earth's Professional system had been far too difficult in its early stages. It used society's "professions" as the locks of order, weaving together that chaotic contamination and turning it into a relatively safe and stable ladder to the heavens.
In the early stages, people transformed from human to nonhuman. Advancement was truly difficult, and the success rate was far too low. Compared to the single-track evolution of many races, the endless enhancement of innate talents, its rate of producing capable individuals was simply too low.
Yet after reaching a certain point, the high upper limit of this Professional system became increasingly apparent.
Too many paths intertwined with one another. Each had its own shining qualities, yet they could also be pieced together to form new systems and powers.
Even in the eyes of someone like Lu PingAn, the breadth and malleability of this "Professional system" that transcended innate talent were astonishing.
"It truly cannot develop humanity's racial talents, allowing them to grow safely and rapidly... but doesn't the other side of being unable to develop talent mean that it does not rely entirely on talent? That is practically an infinite number of possibilities."
Its low-level evolution was difficult, and