"Is it really necessary? My Corruption Value shot up to 39% back then, and I even went to Lorias. It's only 30% now." Feng Ling curled her lip. "At most, my temper will get a little worse. I won't lose my mind. You're exaggerating."
"How is that the same?" Ye Zheng said irritably. "Back then was back then, and now is now. The goal has changed. Your goal now is to advance into an Abyss Form, so of course you need to leave yourself some flexibility for the Corruption Value of the next Card."
Feng Ling understood what she meant.
Thirty percent would not make her go mad, but it was definitely not her optimal state. Under extreme circumstances, she might suffer an emotional outburst or breakdown, and then do something irrational.
Assuming her optimal state required her Corruption Value to remain within 30%, and the next Card carried 1–5% Corruption Value, then she needed to lower her own Corruption Value to 25% as much as possible before digesting the Card.
That was troublesome. She would need a great many Idols to achieve it.
As Feng Ling considered it, she could not help feeling that the system's design was rather thought-provoking—the stronger the Card, the closer it brought its holder's abilities to those of a god, but the more easily it drove its holder mad.
"No matter what, it's safer to keep a batch of Sedatives on hand in case of emergencies," Ye Zheng suggested again.
"Fine, fine..." Feng Ling sat cross-legged on the Idol's card-drawing table and said, "To contact the Supervision Bureau, we'll need to find somewhere with internet access first. I happen to be going to Yilanka. It should be able to receive satellite signals there."
—Feng Ling's Mark target had fled to Yilanka, a South Asian