From the very beginning, the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs' assessment of Lu PingAn as a "suspected zzz-Tier (God-tier+) contaminant" had been correct.
Yet this evaluation of extreme contamination and threat had still only represented potential and possibility. No one had expected Lu PingAn to realize that potential in less than two years under pressure from both within and without.
From certain regulatory perspectives, shooting Lu PingAn dead from the start—now that he had become a City Destroyer, or even a Country Destroyer-level threat—would indeed have been the most reliable course of action. But from the authorities' current standpoint, if anyone truly dared trouble Lu PingAn, the authorities would be the ones to fly into a rage, especially the Gu City Official.
While being "watched" from every direction, Lu PingAn had not gone with the classic hot-blooded young man's self-destruction of "my fate is mine, not Heaven's." Instead, he had tried to improve his relationships with those watching and hostile toward him, gradually forming alliances and even binding their interests together.
The reason he had survived until today was not simply because he could fight and grew fast enough. After confirming his own "God-tier potential," his foremost priority had always been "reducing his threat level." He had gradually accumulated a group of allies bound to him by shared interests, and this time was no different.
He had become large enough that other factions could no longer ignore him.
Therefore, he needed more allies. He needed to expose his belly—his weaknesses. He needed to share his interests, establish common enemies, and create nominal common interests.
Cunning? Wise? No. He was simply, as always, ordinarily trying to survive.
"Actually, from the very beginning, awakening another life within a living being has been entirely possible."
The moment Lu PingAn voiced his "rule," a wave