"What do you mean?" Ethan Smith asked, slightly confused.
Drexel snorted coldly, "Throughout history, countless geniuses have emerged, each like a bright star in the sky. But anyone who has existed in the same era as her has ultimately died by her hands."
"Remember, every single time!"
Ethan Smith's brow furrowed.
"You're not exaggerating a bit, are you?" Ethan Smith said somewhat skeptically.
Drexel laughed coldly, "Believe it or not. Every era gives birth to top-notch geniuses who outshine their peers, but all of them have died by her hands."
Having said that, Drexel squatted down and continued, "But you are lucky too. The eras in which she is reborn always turn out to be grand epochs."
"Grand epochs? What do you mean?" Ethan Smith inquired.
Drexel elaborated, "She has been reborn a total of four times, and only twice has she made it to adulthood, both of which were the most prosperous times in the last ten thousand years."