Everything is Possible Except the Impossible (Thanks to Madman Yan Fei for the Alliance Leader)

Chapter 128: Useless at Everything Except Everything Else (Grateful for Madman Yan Fei's Alliance Leader-tier support)

Among the Twelve Supreme Goodnesses, Aether was universally acknowledged as an unquestionable gutter-tier profession in terms of combat power, even weaker than Embers. By all rights, people like that should have been despised by everyone, kicked out of hero parties for failing to keep up with the pace, and sent off to some backwater to live out a slow life of their own.

Anyone who thought that way was basically dead already.

So what if you could fight? There were so many old schemers in this world—did powerful fighters die any less often? Just last night alone, dozens, maybe even hundreds, had died in Yacheng.

The world wasn't all fighting and killing, nor was it merely about social connections—compared to Embers, where you had to claw your way to the top before gaining even basic human rights, Aether was far more popular!

After all, you might not buy alchemical items, but you still needed to know where you'd accidentally left your house keys...

Never underestimate Aether's intelligence network.

Just look at North Mountain District.

If something happened, Wen Wen could skip work, Lao Zhang could brew tea and tend to his health, and Little An could come out to play with Ji Jue. But if Tong Hua slacked off, the entire branch would already be half crippled.

If it hadn't been for Tong Hua yesterday, Wen Wen would have fallen into the trap no matter what. How could she have withdrawn in time?

Aether had no combat power.

Nor did Aether need something like combat power.

As long as the Chosen were alive, they could never escape their need for Aether—what happened? Am I about to be in trouble? Is some bastard trying to