Chapter 4: Weak But Priceless
Rarity breeds desire, but I am no prize to be won
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Believe me when I say coming to this world through a questionable method wasn’t half as shocking as watching everyone treat me like a gem found in a pile of rocks.
If this is how excited they get over a C-rated Limitless, do they throw national parades for the higher-ranked ones?
Walking down the academy hallway, I rubbed my chin and threw suspicious glances at Dr. William, the examiner. He noticed and came to a stop.
I halted too, staring him down.
"Do you have a question?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.
I nodded without hesitation.
"Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you guys a bit too excited about the ability of a C-rank Limitless?"
Dr. William’s lips curved into a smile—but there was something else too. A look of pity. The kind a rich man gives a kid begging by the road.
"It’s a shame you don’t see your value." He shook his head and sighed. Then he continued, "In war, what do you think is the most important factor that decides the winner?"