Welt's bitter expression, like that of an elderly corporate drone, made Qingque and Theresa nod in deep sympathy.
"Uncle Yang, that tone of someone who's been through it..."
March 7th looked at Welt and asked in surprise. It was her first time seeing him wear such an exhausted, miserable expression. Stelle was the same, while Theresa and Himeko were not surprised at all. As former captains, they knew Welt's stories very well.
Whether it was developing Alahato games or drawing comics and making merchandise, none of it was possible without Welt's hard work.
Especially the merchandise. His Herrscher of Reason replication ability was simply too useful, already faster than factory production. Most importantly, there were practically no costs at all. With a one-hundred-percent profit margin, Welt became a humanoid merchandise-making machine, producing all kinds of merchandise almost without sleep to replenish Anti-Entropy's funds.
He even nearly worked himself to death several times. Fortunately, he could just sit up after dying, immediately revive, and keep working. Only after he felt he had replicated enough merchandise did he finally stop.
"I was merely speaking from experience. The unpleasant things are already in the past."
Welt adjusted his glasses and gave a bitter smile.
{I am a fictional historian. This is true, hilarious.}
"That's true. When I first succeeded as the Overseer of Schicksal, out of twenty-four hours a day, I spent at least twenty working. If I weren't a Fusion Warrior with a fairly sturdy body, I probably would have dropped dead long ago."
"And back then, I almost always had dark circles under my eyes. I was so exhausted that I had no energy at all, and even walking was difficult. I needed the puppet Judas turned into to carry me around."
"Look at me now. Ever since I came here,