The One Who Was Wrong

The young man liked a peaceful life. If he could, he only wanted to read novels, listen to music, and idly pass each day.

But fate never handed what people desired to those who longed for it so easily.

With Lu PingAn sitting there, he was clearly just in the way.

His team was busy, with everyone working overtime.

The two novice Beast Tamers were busy with their own herds. Even with the Beast God High Priest personally taking charge, she could not withstand the constant instructions from the two High-Level Beast Tamers behind her, along with the unending stream of new assignments thrown her way.

The iteration of new populations, the cultivation of new Beast Kings, the testing of new mutations, and the elimination of harmful mutations—even with Lu PingAn assigning four or five people to assist them, they were still driven half mad with work.

On the other side, a large group was gathered around the base of the Iron Tower, busy at work. Even these basic design blueprints alone were enough to make their scalps tingle.

As for the Red Star People, they were speaking with the professional diplomats here. Judging by their startled reactions, both sides had probably gained a great deal.

Only Lu PingAn himself had truly become idle.

Watching the busy people before him, Lu PingAn felt somewhat lost.

...They said that upon reaching Tier 4, you have to find your own starting point, find the desire deep within your heart, find your true self—your most authentic self. Why does that sound so mystical? Forget it. The more I think about it, the stranger it gets.

For ordinary Professionals, Tier 4 was an enormous threshold. Under normal circumstances, it took ten years of accumulation before a breakthrough was even possible—and that was for the