"The numbers are ten times bigger than the rest," Nagan said, pointing out his thoughts. "Especially with the {Adaptability Factor}."
"To produce a Savant Grade Seed this early, it might be our lucky day." Owen was filled with excitement as her hands wafted across the neon keyboard. "For context, in an usalian society, we sometimes found a rarely mutated seed that possessed ten times the quality of its average peer. We call them Savant Grade Seed.
"Sometimes, this kind of seed might possess its own unique trait and mutation that differ from its bloodline. Although, just like how it's a bad idea to give a firearm to an uneducated child, a kingdom that doesn't possess any foundation shouldn't be nurturing it into a peon."
