As he sighed, Li Chen thought of something.
Mo Li had just said that the lower-ranking soldiers of the Prite Civilization lived extremely miserable lives.
They were not merely working for nothing; they could lose their lives at any time.
After joining the military, they often had to endure for many, many years before getting even a small chance to rise.
Yet such opportunities were often like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.
Countless soldiers competed for them.
This meant that the lower-ranking soldiers more or less harbored resentment toward the upper ranks, even toward the commanders who had personally trained them.
This news gave Li Chen an idea.
Could he use this point
to deal with those enemies about to arrive on Earth?
Their soldiers were not treated as people, and their treatment was not much better than that of human survivors who had experienced the Doomsday Catastrophe
and then been taken in by the Black-Hearted Shelter,
where they had been worked like beasts of burden.
As long as people like that were given a little benefit,
along with some appropriate methods,
they might even tie up their commanders and defect...
Of course, Li Chen knew that this was merely wishful thinking.
Setting aside whether it was feasible,
as lower-ranking soldiers, each of their combat capabilities was questionable.
Even if they truly wanted to rebel,
they would probably be killed by their commanders
before they even had a chance to make a move.
For now, there was no solution to this.
After all, the higher an Evolver's level, the stronger they were.
Low-level Evolvers were a joke before them.
"Enough!"
"Don't let your past trouble you anymore, Mo Li."
"Since you're working under me, I will never treat any of you unfairly."
"Whoever contributes more will receive greater