What did it mean to feel powerless in the face of reality? It was the feeling that everyone—human or doll alike—would inevitably encounter when confronted with the fickleness of fate.
For example, you might have a nano-swarm system considered advanced by the standards of the entire world, doll-repair techniques inherited from the Ancient Holy Spirits, the computational support of the Garden Network, and centuries of practical experience. But now, lying on the table, was a patient fused with a Dark Angel. After all that experience and technology had been thrown at the problem, the result was simply that the patient ended up scattered across the floor, while the dismembered patient herself lay there complaining that the nano-swarms weren't sticky enough...
What was worse, the patient's family couldn't stand watching any longer. They said the technology was unreliable and that they needed something high-tech instead. You were still wondering what high-tech solution they had in mind when you saw the patient's family pull out a knife...
Then they began practicing old-fashioned alchemy, using blood, clay, spices, and super glue to stick the patient's arms back on.
That feeling was called "powerlessness in the face of reality."
What was even more powerless was that they actually managed to stick everything back on, and it worked better than the nano-swarms. Miss Marlene had never seen such reckless and absurd procedures in her life. The traditional antics of the Angel Hunter and his gang clearly exceeded her comprehension.
She watched Yu Sheng bleed himself, then watched the Nine-tailed Fox pour a great many odds and ends out of her tail, including alchemical materials, kitchen utensils, handicraft tools, and all sorts of other things that had nothing whatsoever to do with repairing dolls. Then she watched Yu Sheng mix all the materials together. The method