She had been awake for a year and six months. For the first six months, she had been dazed and ignorant, following a tribe in the wilderness as she learned all kinds of knowledge. Over the next six months, she began hunting with a team. Then, after an accident, the tribe was destroyed by aberrants, and the survivors scattered in all directions. She did not join another tribe, instead becoming a wanderer.
There were many people like that in the wilderness. Indeed, traveling in groups could effectively improve one's chances of survival, but the meaning of life being born was never simply to stay alive.
A year and a half of life was brief, but for awakened ones like them, their brains were already in a relatively mature state when they awakened. They did not develop from nothing like infants. Moreover, all they had lost were their memories—their personalities remained. Thus, they matured very quickly in terms of cognition.
In her brief life, she had met all sorts of people: the strong and the weak, bandits of the wilderness, scholars who came to survey the wilds. She had even seen recordings of true transcendent beings through electronic devices—not Evolvers who had merely come into contact with the transcendent, but transcendents who had evolved to the "pinnacle."
Those people all possessed colors of their own. The stronger they were, the more distinct and vivid those colors became.
Yet Zhao Cheng gave her the feeling that he had no color at all.
Indeed, he could be seen with the naked eye, yet in her senses, he stood above the firmament, looking down upon everything.
Still, none of those feelings affected her gratitude toward Zhao Cheng.
To her, help was help. It would not change because of the other party's identity, personality... or