The thick scent of blood mingled with some rust stains pervaded the howling wind, drifting about with the blood mist, as if it had stained the lights in the hall with a terrifying, bloody hue.
Seeing Lin Yi's reaction, Old Mo knew that this guy was truly quick-witted, instantly pulling his Vision Layers to the most real aspect of the Art Building Hall.
He nodded slightly, saying, "It seems that on you exists a kind of self-protective cover layer... So at any time, you first see the scene that you think you 'should' see, and then you discover the way it 'ought to be.'"
"Like... some kind of 'Adaptation', a gradual process... truly miraculous."
"'Adaptation'?"
"Again 'Adaptation'?!"
Is the value of these two words so high?
Nearly everyone Lin Yi met would mention the word "Adaptation" after learning about his situation, making it seem like he had a label similar to "Batman's superpower is having money."
"What superpower do you have?"
"I can adapt to many environments..."
