"Is it... the end of life?"
Richard stared at Ali in a daze, urgently questioning, "Why is it the end of life? The teacher's lifespan should be very..."
"Richard, you don't think logistics is easy, do you?" Ali said with a gloomy expression, "Jolod is a master in synthetic beasts. His factory produces tens of thousands of synthetic beasts every day.
As a high level wizard, he creates advanced synthetic beasts to supply the front lines every day.
Producing advanced synthetic beasts is so exhausting. You know this better than I do, and Jolod has been doing it for over six hundred years..."
"Moreover," Ali sighed, "the deaths of Anna, Chax, and those senior brothers and sisters I don't know hit Master Jolod hard.
This should be the main reason for his diminished lifespan."
For most wizards, as long as the soul is immortal, the corruption of the shell is no big deal. But with the benefits also comes the cost; the strength of the soul makes mental strikes increasingly strong.
