Time often only revealed the mercilessness of the years when one looked back.
"...Has it been ten years?"
Lu PingAn sprawled in a reclining chair and reached toward the sun overhead. Having gone through so many foreign worlds, he had become increasingly certain that only Earth was humanity's most suitable home.
Three years after Sakurajima's great evacuation, it was now mid-2008. On another worldline, this too had been a rather important year.
For Lu PingAn, however, this was also his tenth year in this world, and the tenth year since he had become a Professional and inherited the Foundation of God.
Over those ten years, he had gone step by step from a sixteen-year-old student preparing for the college entrance exams to where he was today—from a high school student on the verge of graduation to an adult in his twenties.
Even he did not know what he counted as anymore. He had clearly resigned from every public and military post, and even within the Rebirth Merchant Guild, he was merely a major shareholder who had stepped back from the front lines, holding no official position.
Because of that, even the former secretary-general could only address him as "Sir."
Yet not only Ancient City, but even the Eastern Kingdom as a whole could not overlook Mr. Lu, the man who did not kill.
What was quite strange was that ordinary High-Level Professionals generally grew ever more bloodstained as they advanced, while over these past three years, Lu PingAn's titles of "All the way Peace" and "King of Non-Killing" had only become more renowned.
Those who did not kill seemed to have found some new ways of doing things as well.
"...I'll donate four hundred AK-74Ts to Ancient City. Those self-propelled defense robots should help with public security. They have Life