"In that case, I suppose people like us live more comfortably," Lin Hui said, following Qimei's line of thought.
"That's a given. It's why there are so many of us. But not just anyone can be accepted by a Calamity. Even if you want to fuse, it depends on whether you have the qualifications—the strength," Qimei said with a smile.
"That's true..." Lin Hui nodded. From what he had seen, those who could actively fuse with a Calamity were almost all paragons from their respective regions.
Looking at the scissors in Qimei's hand and the artificial grapes nearby, a new question suddenly occurred to him.
"If being a Fusionist has so many benefits, why do those people risk their lives to resist or flee? Surely there must be many extremely powerful individuals among them, right?"
"One reason is a matter of principle. Another... is autonomy." Hearing this, the smile on Qimei's face slowly faded.
"Autonomy?"
