The Nameless Saint led a group of contractors back to the base camp. After half a day of work, they had returned empty-handed. What troubled him even more was that the Suicide Squad had remained in the surrounding area the entire time, neither attacking nor approaching. The moment they pursued them, the six would vanish without a trace in a short while.
The Apocalypse Paradise faction's morale had hit rock bottom. As soon as they returned to the base camp, the Nameless Saint announced that they would give up competing for the Space-Time Power crystallizations during the first four days. No matter what, they could seize the two Space-Time Power crystallizations required for the group mission during the final six days. During the first four days, they would let the other four factions fight among themselves while preserving their own strength.
The proposal won widespread support.
"Saint, we believe in you."
"I told you, Saint wouldn't send us to our deaths."
A string of flattering voices rang out, interrupting the Nameless Saint's thoughts. He had been considering how he had been tricked. During the battle for supremacy among the powerful, he had arranged Avni of the Holy Light Paradise's side perfectly. At the time, he had even lamented that he had become the kind of scheming bastard he had once hated most.
After what had just happened, the Nameless Saint discovered, to both his misery and relief, that he had not become a scheming bastard. At least compared to those old schemers in Reincarnation Paradise, he could only be considered somewhat clever—the kind who still wasn't clever enough.
The Nameless Saint felt that if he had entered Reincarnation Paradise at the beginning, he might not have survived the first rank.
"Scheming bastards never die well."
The Nameless Saint muttered under