"I can find a way to temporarily shield you from the suppression of the world's rules, and restore it slowly later."
Kenneth spoke.
"Doing so isn't without any burden—the decay of your bloodline, although temporary, will...
Kenneth glanced at Potterla, "The child in her womb will surely die."
"No!" Potterla took a step back, looking at everyone in horror.
"There must be another way, there must be—I'm willing to die as long as my child can be born."
"That is meaningless."
Kenneth shook his head.
"There is indeed a way for you to give birth to the child under such conditions, but the cost would be your life."
"But even so, the newborn bloodline will naturally awaken with age, and during the infancy and rapid growth stage, he will not be able to control the turmoil of his bloodline."
"However, here, any degree of bloodline turmoil will attract the suppression of the world's rules, and before the child grows up..." Kenneth paused.
"His fate is already sealed."
