Aerte coughed.
He tried to get up, but after struggling a few times, he simply had no strength left.
The doctor understood what he meant and supported him from the side, helping him to his feet.
The other superhumans looked at Aerte, who had once been hailed as the first "King" and admired by all superhumans.
Yet inwardly, they thought that it was a pity there were others present, and a pity they had not learned of Aerte's condition sooner.
Otherwise, how much could they have gained by killing the first "King"?
What a pity... the moment had passed.
Now, they only hoped to make it back alive.
"Perhaps you want to speak up for those ordinary people, but what I want to say is that the emergence of superhumans was the world's choice. They are merely useless remnants left behind by the world's evolution."
"Only when everyone becomes a superhuman can our world advance to a higher realm. Those who remain where they are can only be cast aside by the times."
After Aerte weakly finished speaking, his complexion worsened further.
The pain of his genetic collapse made his body feel as though it were being repeatedly run over by trucks every second.
Silver Willow could not help retorting, "By your logic, doesn't your current state mean you're someone who has been abandoned by the times as well?"
Aerte gave a bitter laugh. "Perhaps."
"But you cannot deny that our world has reached its most critical juncture. Should we give up the advancement of the entire world for the sake of a group of burdens who refuse to move forward, or should we choose superhumans like us, conform to the changes of the era, and allow the world to rise to an even higher level?"
"I don't think that