"He really doesn't treat his own body like a body at all..." a young member said as he watched Mo Qiong's back.
His team leader and partner seemed to be standing beside him. He said, "Kid, remember this: for containment and protection, members have to make the most of their resources."
"Everything must be put to use, including oneself."
The young member recalled his recent graduation from Extreme Island. There, he had desperately pushed his body's potential to the limit. His marksmanship had to reach its limit, his combat skills had to reach their limit, and even his studies had to reach their limit. It wasn't because possessing these abilities meant he could deal with Contained Objects. It was simply so that, when dealing with Contained Objects, he could become the best version of himself, without regrets.
Mo Qiong clearly possessed extraordinarily powerful Recovery Power. Even after being tormented like this, even after having his internal organs hollowed out, and even after being injected with ninety doses of prohibited drugs in succession, he still wouldn't die.
If he wouldn't die, why not do it? If he could save tens of millions of people, why not do it?
He would do everything in his power to bring out the beneficial side of a trait, while shifting its drawbacks to a level that could be tolerated.
Looking at all the Blue White Society's decisions, there was only one guiding principle: when forced to choose between two evils, choose the lesser one.
Rain drizzled from the sky. Moving trillions of tons of seawater away had almost no impact on Earth's ecosystem. Once things were over, they could find an opportunity to send the water back.
Of course, intermittent level-one and level-two tsunamis would still strike afterward, but Gaia would no longer be deliberately