Yang Ming thought carefully.
The time-space theory Lyu mentioned earlier seemed a bit fatalistic.
Could fate really exist? That must be impossible. How did Little Lyu become more superstitious the more he learned?
Like him, he didn't have much knowledge, but he always believed in science, believed in...
"Daru, are you awake?"
Kabba's shout came through.
Yang Ming casually turned on the chandelier in the room and looked at his roommate on the bed next to him, who was raising his hand to shield his eyes.
There were still two hours left before morning training.
"What's up?"
"Couldn't sleep," Edwan Kabba sighed, "I suddenly feel a bit lost about the future. Can we chat?"
"Lost?"
Yang Ming couldn't help but smile and laughed: "Feeling lost is an emotion only teenagers have, a sign of an underdeveloped brain. What are you lost about? You're now a powerful Awakener at Lv42, and your saliva can paralyze a mutant directly."
"Uh, well..."
