"You damn pervert! You're the abnormal one, and your whole family is abnormal! Who could be more abnormal than a guy like you who crawled back from the World of the Dead?"
In some alley of the Bronze Academy, Feng Doudou angrily kicked at the pebbles beside her to vent her frustration. She used very little force, yet under her kicks, the hard pebbles bounced back and forth like soft rubber balls.
The main reason she had come outside to vent was that she really didn't want to argue with him face-to-face. That damn zombie was simply too foul-mouthed. No, too creepy. What did he mean by asking whether she thought their group was abnormal?
Damn you!
Feng Doudou sighed and covered her head, doing her best to vent her emotions over Alice's words. Deep down, however, she was subconsciously avoiding the content of what Alice had said.
In fact, she had some thoughts about Alice's words deep in her heart.
Her identity was different from Gou Dan and the others'. She wasn't a pure player—bah, what player? She wasn't a pure free citizen. Instead, she had come to the greater universe to collect some basic data for her husband—in other words, the Central China authorities.
But the more she collected, the more she felt that something was wrong.
Based on her observations over the past few days, these natives from D-Ball really were different. Their talents were far too strong. Especially after learning the basics of genetic tolerance, she had come to deeply understand what those on D-Ball, whose tolerance rates exceeded ninety percent, represented.
Such a probability wasn't unheard of among natives, but it was usually extremely rare. There might be only one or two on an entire planet, and they would generally have an exceptionally high tolerance