"Big shot, you're joking."
The leading woman revealed a stiff yet polite smile.
"It's actually not that difficult."
Zhao Cheng said.
"Take you, for example. When you first entered this world, your mental strength was roughly 0.3 Yu, but now it has reached a full 30 Yu—an increase of nearly a hundredfold."
"This dimension is very special. Because its unique form of existence has cast away too many things, it has instead become exceptionally pure. In this dimension, it is easier to touch upon the essence of the mind and achieve a qualitative leap."
"In the real world, no matter how enlightened a person was, their mind could never become several times stronger in an instant. But here, with the right opportunity and enough conviction gathered, it is possible to achieve a tenfold leap in a single moment."
"About nine years ago, during that battle at Third Hospital, when you awakened your mental armament, you had gathered your conviction, and your mental strength rose from 0.5 Yu to 5 Yu in an instant."
Zhao Cheng casually gave an example, but the unit he used—Yu—made Li Yu feel strangely complicated. He had never imagined that one day, he himself would become a unit of measurement.
Most importantly, in this world, any random person he ran into had mental strength thirty times his own. Was there any justice left in the world?! Was he really that much of a weakling?!
After thinking about it, he seemed to really be a weakling.
Without the armor on him, he felt he might not survive three days in this world. Yet the people before him—especially the leader—had been in this world for at least nine years.
As for Zhao Cheng laying bare everything that had happened to them with a single glance, none of them