Lu Mouren had come all the way to the deep sea for a reason. He was not here to sightsee.
A year ago, he would probably have squatted somewhere to mine and make money, perhaps opening up a front and grabbing whatever extra he could.
But now, his scale was no longer small, nor was his status low. If he kept crouching in the rear, not only would he be unable to stay there, but he might even starve himself to death because his "steady income" was not enough.
"I am a businessman. Back in my homeland, they call me All the way Peace. It is a blessing, but also a hope that business dealings will proceed smoothly and everyone will prosper."
Lu Mouren had come to talk business.
"I am here to negotiate on behalf of my people—at least, those among them whom I can influence."
This time, Lu PingAn had not come merely for himself.
He had considered it: if he truly wanted to change this world—or rather, secure more benefits for his people and his planet—what should he do?
Simply create more troops and resources? That was certainly being done, and everyone was doing it.
Develop Earth technology in this world and build more shipyards and research centers? Lu PingAn was doing that too, as were others.
But... Lu PingAn had thought it over and hesitated. Everyone was busy, for themselves, for their races, for control of this world, yet...
"...Nothing can be changed in the short term."
Lu PingAn's conclusion was that the current situation was one where the enemy was strong and they were weak. Humanity had arrived far too late, while the native Long-Hand Tribe had already lost more than ninety-nine percent of its population.
Lu Mouren and the Earthlings had come too late.