And—
Theus suddenly recalled the [Loving Mother] summoned during the Blood Port rebellion.
These creations of Transcendence seemed to possess an enormous advantage only in terms of size, without truly escaping the laws of physics.
The mountain-sized flesh monster had been formidable, but it was still a carbon-based lifeform. Bullets could still tear it apart, and bombs could still blast it to pieces.
The Steel Ark beneath their feet was so immense it resembled an island, yet its sailing speed remained that of a wind-powered vessel, utterly unworthy of such a massive hull.
It gave off the feeling of being both powerful and backward, like using a chip to polish the tip of a crossbow bolt.
It was as though imagination had suddenly fallen short—an absurdity like an anchor that weighed less than a semi-trailer.
If the Transcendent power of this world was tied to idealistic will, then could there be a situation where the products of industry had already surpassed the imagination of Transcendents, causing those with Transcendent power to sometimes fall behind ordinary people like them?
If the realm of mortals had already developed to the point of rivaling gods, then—
Theus shook his head. There was no use thinking about that now. It was better to focus on development.
"Where is Richard?"
Theus asked through the Mind Link.
"He's with me. Should I send him over?"
"Send him."
Soon, Richard appeared aboard the Ark. He gave Theus a slight bow. "My lord, you summoned me?"
"Yes, Richard. I have a task for you."
Theus pointed at Gwen.
"You have quite a few research projects on hand right now, don't you? Take her with you and give it a try."
Richard's eyes widened at once. "My lord, if I remember correctly, Gwen doesn't seem to have received any