Lucite lifted his hand.
Honestly, he had no reason to refute Hobbs's words.
"Sovereigns" on the Pathway were always a bunch of handsome men and beautiful women, their power also stemming from the cosmos's favoritism.
For someone like Lucite, an Armored Breed with a poor origin, a non-wealthy family, and a less-than-attractive appearance, changing fate and improving status could only be achieved through personal endeavor.
Knowledge can change fate—but if fate wasn't inherently wretched, who would want to change it?
After half a day's silence, the only thing Lucite could say was:
"You're too extreme, generalizing is not good, the universe is vast, surely you can find normal people."
"Well said, but why should I pan for gold in a sea of dung?"
Hobbs caressed his ring with an indifferent tone.
Lucite could tell that the ring must have some influence on Hobbs.
"Hobbs, let's talk about that ring," he said. "I'm curious, you keep touching it."
"Aren't we waiting for Leoz?"
