"Damn, you should've said so earlier." The Doctor sighed in relief.
Chen Li and Prescis's words put the Doctor somewhat at ease.
"More importantly, I'm curious—which beautification branch of this artifact's 'Effect Two' did you trigger after putting it on?" Chen Li stared intently at the Doctor as he asked the question he cared about most.
The Doctor looked up at Chen Li, but her gaze suddenly became evasive, and a faint, embarrassed flush rose to her cheeks.
"Just say it. We're all friends here," Chen Li encouraged her.
"The Doctor must care about inner beauty! After all, the Doctor is such a gentle person." Amiya had absolute blind faith and confidence in the Doctor.
"I'd rather the Prophet cared about outer beauty." Prescis swept back the long hair by her ear, a confident smile curling across her lips.
Clearly, Prescis possessed an absolutely commanding level of confidence in her looks and figure.
"Hard to say." Kal'tsit stood nearby with her arms folded, giving that two-word assessment with a complicated expression.
As a former comrade-in-arms, Kal'tsit's long memories clearly preserved all sorts of the Doctor's "classic" behaviors from the Babel Tower era.
"Uh... I think... when you're fighting wars, clearing stages, and commanding battles, shouldn't you care about power level to some extent?" The Doctor guiltily looked away, her fingers twisting together unnaturally.
The room fell silent the moment those words left her mouth.
"Eh?! But Doctor, hasn't your tactical command always been so ingenious? Doctor, how could you possibly be such a shallow power-level fanatic?!" Amiya cried out in disbelief.
You should flexibly employ every Operator's skills and talents, make use of the special mechanics of different stages, and devise ingenious deployments.
Rather than bulldozing every stage with that golden squad of yours, where everyone was Elite 2, Level