As Caleb affirmed his thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the black storage ring that had ignited a spark of excitement among his classmates. The discussions about its potential uses and the allure of advanced technology echoed in the room. However, Caleb's thoughts took a different turn, steering towards a more philosophical contemplation.
"Sure, the idea of a storage ring is damn tempting," he muttered to himself, a wry smile playing on his lips. "But let's not get carried away. It's just a tool, an external factor. It's not the be-all and end-all."
His mind began to unravel the reasoning that had led him to believe in the supremacy of personal strength over external factors. 'First things first. Personal strength is yours, right from the core. You cultivate it, you nurture it. It's like that secret sauce you add to make everything better. Can't say the same for external factors; they're more like borrowed spices from the neighbor's kitchen.'
