"What are you talking about?" Atlan kept his guard up. The giant hand in his Soul System was up and ready to grasp his LifeSkill as soon as the guy did anything weird. If he needed to escape, his Angel Wings were just one thought away from being summoned.
"I'm talking about the disgusting mutilation that most of the people here do! It's repulsing. Don't they know that by sullying their human bloodline, they're straying away from perfection?"
"Again, I don't know what you're talking about."
The man sighed. "The Genus! The mutations! The hybrid bloodlines!"
Atlan's eyebrows turned uneven. "Genus sullies human perfection?"
"YES!" he screamed. "Some people want the Genus of dragons, lions, elves, or even dwarves! They think that the more exotic the Genus, the better the bloodline they'll get."