Yes, if you sent Jack to save someone, there was no necessary medical equipment here, and he might not be able to do it.
But if you had him repair a machine, even some scientific device he had never encountered before, all he had to do was touch it, and he would instantly become a skilled worker for that particular project. Repairs would be no problem at all.
The Death Seed had been created by the Celestials back in the day. Though it looked like a stone, it truly was a technological device.
Celestial technology, that was.
It was obvious when one thought about it. The Celestials themselves were giant robots, action figures of the First Firmament, their heads filled with nothing but zeros and ones. Naturally, their creations would belong to the technological side as well.
"Ah, it wasn't that I forgot about you. I was worried that you might not have enough time left outside." Su Ming looked at Jack, patted him on the shoulder, and gestured for him to do as he pleased. "If you want to fix it, go ahead. But check the time first. Don't switch people halfway through the repair, or things will go wrong."
Yes, killing people was different. Even if his personality suddenly switched, the next one could keep killing.
Saving someone was entirely different, especially when it involved something from such an unusual technological tree as the Death Seed. If they switched people halfway through, wouldn't that be like replacing the bomb disposal expert in the middle of defusing a bomb?
"Hehe, rest assured, Mr. Deathstroke. I'm a skilled worker." Jack crouched beside Lady Death, flashing a sunny, fresh-faced smile and giving a thumbs-up. His teeth even gleamed brightly. "I work fast. The customer can just watch from the side."
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