"Sometimes, you just can't get cocky. The moment you say you're free and your work is done, before you can even finish speaking, more work comes along."
Looking at the materials in his hands, even Lu PingAn felt his scalp tingle.
He had originally thought his work was finished. He had obtained a considerable amount of intelligence on the "claws," and most of the various Forbidden Knowledge and rituals had already been sent back.
Next, he should have returned and waited for the Staff Department's next deployment.
Even if they were going to directly summon an evil god into the world, that should have been something others handled together.
"Logistics, you've done well. Very well."
There was no small amount of personal emotion in Lu PingAn's praise.
At that moment, the entire plan had been thrown into disarray.
I'd already finished my work and was ready to pack up and go home, then you assholes called to say the preparations for the next step were done and I could start the next job right away—meaning I had to work overtime on the front lines. The fact that Lu PingAn had not immediately expressed his displeasure showed that he was already being quite reasonable.
"If ordinary people take on this mission, it'll be certain death. You'd better think it over carefully. Refusing is also an option."
Lu PingAn ended the call, thought for a moment, then said something overly tolerant.
Logically speaking, when it came to humanity's survival, people should be sent to sacrifice themselves without hesitation. But Lu PingAn knew human nature did not work that way. Voluntarily sacrificing oneself was noble; using righteousness to pressure someone into dying could very well make them snap and turn against you.
Rationality was one thing, emotion another. If someone defected and leaked