"There's an old saying: 'Luck is also part of one's strength,' isn't there?" the humanoid phantom said with a smile. "Looking at the Chosen Ones throughout history, they certainly possessed extraordinary abilities, but without luck on their side, they could never have reached the very pinnacle."
"So... what are you getting at?" Sun Hang glanced at him and drained his second cup of cola.
"Old Li already spoke with you about establishing an Anomaly Research Academy in Tianfu City. But after further discussion, we realized that training researchers alone wouldn't be enough... You must have encountered those hunters during the Rank Advancement Trial. In your opinion, how capable are those hunters who haven't seen much real combat?"
"Frankly speaking, they're absolute trash."
"For the inland regions, peace has lasted far too long... Even when Anomaly incursions occasionally occur, they rarely cause serious consequences." The humanoid phantom sighed. "From the Federal Government's perspective, this is a good thing. Their duty is to maintain the Federation's stability and minimize unnecessary panic... But in the long run, it has gradually made people lose their sense of crisis. Many from the postwar generation have no clear understanding whatsoever of the threat posed by Anomalies."
The "war" he referred to was naturally the great war between human civilization and the Anomalies.
During that decades-long war, two of the world's three major political entities—the Siberian Federation and the United States—were successively destroyed by the Anomalies. Only the Xiazhou Federation remained as the sole surviving spark of human civilization.
No one knew why those Anomalies had halted their advance—but regardless, after that, the Xiazhou Federation barely managed to enjoy a period of stability.
People gradually healed the wounds left by the war. Every industry began returning to normal, and social order was reestablished... Across this land of