"What the hell!"
The Black-haired Man sat in his mecha, gripping the control sticks tightly. His mecha was not positioned at the very front of the entire Anti-Burning Legion Alliance, nor was he its strongest member. Yet he was the Legion Leader of that massive legion, simply because his brain worked well enough—at least better than those of the other Super Zone participants.
Ever since he had entered Prometheus, the Black-haired Man had likewise deceived and ruined countless participants to reach where he was today. In order to acquire stronger mecha and more rewards, he had plotted more than a few schemes. After his legion was established, he had shamelessly flattered many powerful figures. Some of that had been sincere, some false. He had recruited many promising newcomers and actively maintained ties with other legions.
Gradually, as his legion began to develop, he turned his attention toward other legions. He plundered their resources to strengthen himself and even raised several legions like pigs. He had a good eye and a heart cold and ruthless enough that, even if they had been friendly allies one moment, he could turn around and sell them out without hesitation the next. He even treated members of his own legion as tools to be used and discarded, all for the sake of gaining greater profit.
There was nothing wrong with describing him as vicious and merciless. But once his legion had reached a certain stage, many of his old methods could no longer be used. So he focused more on raising pigs, letting his pigs do the plundering, then directing their enemies' hatred toward himself. Afterward, he would step forward as their backer and invade the weaker legions, allowing his own legion to grow even further.
This Legion War had originally been a plan deliberately