"No! My lifespan! Why can even an apprentice use it?!"
Ruur had indeed fallen into self-doubt. In his era, Life Transfer had been an extremely profound and novel skill. His sect had broken away from the Je'daii and become independent precisely so they could monopolize the secrets of the Life Force.
Yet now, in some unknown future, even a child could use a Force technique like Life Transfer?!
The Force! Why?! Why was this so unfair?!
Mary was twenty-five years old this year. She was 1.2 meters tall, weighed thirty kilograms, had huge, sparkling eyes, and wore a bouncy ponytail. There were no signs of physical development at all.
With an appearance like that, it was only natural for her to be treated as a child.
But she merely looked like a child. In reality, she was far stronger than ordinary apprentices. She was a tough one who had followed Master Yoda into the Clone Wars at the age of four. The reason she had not grown taller was that her life was more "concentrated."
Just like her true master, Yoda, all that concentration contained was the finest essence.
As a result, among their current group, aside from the two robots and the smiling woman, everyone else could use the Life Force. Ruur had completely lost the will to live. He only felt that after waking from a nap, the Milky Way Galaxy had already changed beyond recognition.
His ambitions and ideals no longer mattered.
The ability he had once treasured like a jewel was now commonplace, his powerful mechanical warriors were being used as tableware, and none of his Force techniques had any effect on the man before him.
What was the point of staying alive?
That was what he said, but he still had to keep living. He