The "Long-Hand Tribe Lancer" Lu PingAn had put together back then was, in a sense, a javelin thrower—a patched-together, stripped-down template from the Spearman class line.
If humans learned and mastered it, it would not even compare to ordinary Spearmen. But for the Long-Hand Tribe, whose physical forms excelled at throwing, it could achieve the standard explosive power of Tier 2 or above.
"...I never imagined that a seed I scattered without thinking back then could bloom this far."
His meeting with that Tier 8 Lancer had been quite interesting. Lu PingAn himself remained calm, but the other man had been unbelievably excited.
"You only planted one seed? Was the impact of what you did back then really that limited? The Ark's ten-year rescue operation, the Savior Army's ideals, and that identity whose name cannot be spoken..."
The identity of "Mentor" had clearly been excessively deified in the eyes of certain idealists.
Faced with a big shot who acted as though he were attending a fan meet-and-greet, even Lu PingAn was having trouble keeping a straight face.
Especially when the man started reciting "Mentor's quotations" mid-conversation. Even Lu PingAn himself could barely hold it together.
The one fortunate thing was that, although this man's apparent fanaticism was directed somewhere rather strange, he was indeed highly capable. His class system had also been acquired by the Library, giving Lu PingAn some useful reference material. It was not a loss.
Fortunately, the front lines were always tense. After waiting a little while, new battle reports arrived, and Lu PingAn found an excuse to slip away, ending the increasingly awkward "fan meet-and-greet."
The arrival of reinforcements—especially the fact that the Phosphorus People had entered the fray at precisely the right moment—made the encirclement operation increasingly easy. Then, at that moment, sudden news shocked