Even a ‘Trash’ Has Dreams
Making her oath to the Heavens, Wei Xie laughed bitterly. No one knew how painful it was to be born unwanted in this world. She craved for strength. No matter what, she would do her best to make sure that she would be able to reach the peak.
No one could hear her when she said her oath, but when she appeared again in the future in front of those geniuses, no one could stop her.
But right now, she was still a young fledgling who had to bear through the bitterness of life just to survive.
"Now, I will use this core to raise my talent."
Sitting down, Wei Xie began to absorb the core in front of her and fuse it with her own. This was a method that she found accidentally in the past. For those who had low talent, they would never be able to reach the peak. Because of the despair they felt, they conducted research and did everything they could just to create a method to raise their talent and reach higher ground.
And they found it.