After Ryan spoke for a while, he saw Chen Chuan sitting there without responding. He paused briefly and decided to put things more plainly.
He said, "Chen Chuan, put simply, in this world, the weak are born to serve as nourishment for the strong. That is the law by which the world operates. And we are the strong, so it is only natural and right for us to partake of them."
Chen Chuan said, "I have heard of your country's theory of elites, but I have a question about it."
"Please, Chen Chuan."
Chen Chuan asked, "You believe the strong should enjoy these things, but there will always be people stronger than you. For example, Fighters of a higher level, or those entities across the way. By your logic, do you also believe that you ought to be their nourishment?"
Ryan said, "Ah, that is different.
"Let me put it this way. Those who lack ability are destined never to reach the upper levels. Take talent, for instance. Whether you acknowledge it or not, Chen Chuan, it is decided at the moment a person is born.
"Those born strong can continue growing stronger by absorbing nourishment. That includes you and me. But those people will never have the chance to advance."
Chen Chuan said, "By Mr. Kafudi's reasoning, then the Old Era should have continued forever instead of being replaced by the New Era."
Ryan smiled. "I admit that technological development gives people more opportunities, but the essence of this world—the laws of nature—has not changed. The strong remain strong, and the weak remain weak.
"And how many technological explosions like the Algae Liquid Revolution have there been? Our history has experienced only one.
"Perhaps, given more time, we could allow more strong individuals to emerge in this world. But