"No, Boss. I'm afraid you need to reconsider this. It's a monstrous waste."
When Mage heard that Su Ze planned to feed the Witch Egg to the Mutant Seed, he immediately tried to dissuade him.
"What's wrong?" Su Ze asked.
"No matter how strong a Spiritual Plant is, it can rarely match the combat power of an Intelligent Race. That's a widely accepted fact across the universe. While this mutant specimen is exceptionally gifted, breaking that iron law will still be incredibly difficult.
"In my opinion, no matter how much you nurture it, its potential will cap out at the level of a third or fourth-rate Intelligent Race. To feed it the descendant of a Dominator Race—and a powerhouse above the Ancestral God level at that—is far too wasteful. You might as well just raise a young member of the Witch Race instead."
"Do you have a better idea?"
Mage subconsciously wanted to suggest fusing the two, but he swallowed his words. It would only give the Pope more ammunition to mock him.
