The Unpredictability of Life; No One Can Fight God’s Will

Geran wasn't someone with great combative skills. There was a stretch of upturned ground and granite outcrops, the aftermath of Puppeteer's ability, between them and Geran. When that plain-looking young man walked slowly toward them, a thought flashed through Lin Sanjiu's mind.

When a posthuman's ability reached a certain point, that person might be able to hide his competency very well, but there would always be hints of his true strength. Just like how some people could hide their true personality.

However, when Lin Sanjiu observed Geran, she could not tell the difference between him and all the other posthumans that traveled around the Free Zone in Red Nautilus. In other words, Lin Sanjiu wouldn't even give him a second thought on a normal day.

Puppeteer scoffed as he sat not far from Lin Sanjiu. Yet, he did not move or stand up.

"I thought you were dead," Lin Sanjiu pursed her lips as she eyed the man who was approaching.