Honor belonged to the victors. No matter how much grievance or resentment the losers harbored, it would only become an excuse in others' eyes.
Lu PingAn was not someone who cared much about honor. He only wanted to win, only wanted better results.
"The population still hasn't reached its limit? Is that a good thing?"
Of the nine newly recruited subordinate gods he had sent out, two had completely lost contact—suspected to have fallen—and two had stopped intending to go out again after carrying out several search-and-rescue missions.
Only Zeta Duna had gone out seven times in total. She and her people had brought back at least twenty-odd groups of people, making her a model worker among model workers.
Her actions had also inspired a number of rescuers.
"We are residents of this world. The Surface World was once our world, and those refugees may very well be our descendants."
Her calm yet resolute words had indeed moved quite a few people, especially at a time when the world needed Heroes.
However, being a Hero came at a considerable cost.
"...I suggest you enter hibernation directly. When we reach Earth, I'll wake you."
Looking at the red warning figures scattered across the lengthy medical report, even Lu PingAn was somewhat surprised that Zeta Duna had returned safely.
"I want to see it through to the end."
She frowned and hesitated for a moment, but did not insist on going out again.
She had actually reached her limit long ago. This journey had been arduous enough, and the powerful suppression from their own world had nearly crushed her to death.
Although she had now returned to the City of Silver, with this Divine Realm bearing most of the pressure, that pressure might well multiply outright once she went outside again.
Her