"Originally, everyone assumed it would take you at least four or five years to produce preliminary results. They were prepared for you to go back and forth repeatedly, taking twenty years to deliver anything of value."
As the client, the Martial God Church seemed excessively tolerant, but if those requirements were actually laid out and handed to an ordinary high-ranking Life-type practitioner, they might well curse and run off.
What? Create life with the potential for civilization, and you want preliminary results in five years? Practical phased results in twenty? Why don't you just fly to the heavens, or better yet, ask the great goddess Nüwa to create people for you?
"To be honest, I hadn't expected to actually be planning to swindle ten years' worth of funding first."
"Hehe, you're quite the joker." The special envoy from the Martial God Church headquarters chuckled, taking Lu PingAn's words entirely as a display of humor.
"He wasn't lying. There are no lies before me." Senior Cui Na was smiling as well, but she actually had that ability? It was the first time Lu PingAn had learned of it.
But at that moment, telling the truth made things awkward in a rather subtle way.
If you were going to swindle funding, then swindle it. Everyone did that. Why say it out loud? How embarrassing.
"Ahem, doesn't that just demonstrate your greatness? The speed at which you produced results even exceeded your own best expectations!"
It was fortunate that the envoy before him could smooth things over, and his smile did not falter in the slightest.
But as he had said, regardless of the original plan, Lu Mouren had indeed produced phased results far beyond everyone's expectations. Naturally, that was reassuring—especially now, when the front lines were growing ever more unfavorable.
That was