There was actually a great deal of densely packed information Xu Zhi had acquired recently that she had yet to properly sort through, but explaining it all to Zhong Lingfan would be far too difficult. She could only discuss it after the Narrator recovered.
What she needed to tell Zhong Lingfan was, naturally, the matter of the Apocalypse.
As for the severing of the paths, she could only hint at it and could not say it outright. How much Zhong Lingfan could comprehend would depend on her own abilities.
Yet even when speaking of the Apocalypse, Xu Zhi had to beat around the bush like a riddler.
When she and Zhong Lingfan left the laboratory and went to the tea room to brew a pot of tea, Xu Zhi finally understood how the Narrator felt as she considered how to phrase things.
Sometimes, people really could not be blamed for speaking in riddles.
After Zhong Lingfan watched her with an inquisitive gaze for quite some time, Xu Zhi finally figured out how to bring it up.
Her very first sentence went straight to the point. "Professor Zhong, if an Apocalypse were to arrive right now, do you think humanity would have the ability to resist it?"
The question came out of nowhere, the very definition of a riddler's words. Yet Zhong Lingfan did not look confused. Instead, she thought seriously for a moment before asking, "What kind of Apocalypse?"
Xu Zhi said, "One like Cloud City's, only far worse. There would be Aberrations thousands of times stronger than the ones we have now."
"The kind that even I couldn't defeat."
The moment she said that, Xu Zhi felt a subtle chill in her heart. Feeling somewhat guilty, she took a sip of tea and wondered whether the supreme existence of