Nuoqila had no idea how things had ended in such a battle.
The Sword-Keepers were dead, every last one of them! With the highest seats of power vacant, Hua Ji, whom the former Chairman had cultivated, had become the biggest beneficiary. Now he was the one everyone looked to.
"The boss must be blessed by fate!"
"He's in charge of the Illuminati now. I'm bound to rise with him!"
When Nuoqila had first thrown in with the Level 32 big shot, he had hoped to earn some credit, land a cushy post, and live comfortably from then on.
For someone like him, who had administrative skills but no fighting ability, getting ahead was incredibly hard. Connections could make up for that; without them, he needed either strength or scientific talent.
He had none of the three. Worse, his record was stained by his time as a Messiah soldier who had surrendered, only to be sent back into Messiah as an undercover agent.
Nuoqila had thought that was all his life would ever amount to. He knew perfectly well that an agent in his position had no path upward. The Illuminati's goal was not to destroy Messiah, but to keep watch and make sure it could never gain strength.
Even if he became Messiah's leader, he would still have to remain undercover.
Then a big shot had fallen into his lap. Realizing this might be his only chance, Nuoqila had clung to him for dear life.
Sure enough, despite a few mishaps—Folo, his boss's boss, had died—things had worked out! "Hua Ji is definitely going to be Chairman."
"With the Sword-Keeper seats empty, I've put in the work even if I haven't earned much credit. Maybe I can snag one. And if I can't, surely I'll at least get Level 32?"