Angel had hurriedly ended the group chat partly to avoid being condemned for forcing a sale, but the greater reason was...
Laplace was calling him.
After connecting, Laplace told Angel that the second batch of faculty and staff had assembled as well.
Angel looked through God's-eye view and, sure enough, a large crowd had gathered in the Player Camp once more. A faint mist lingered above each person's head. The mist was a marker Laplace had set using the Smoke Screen Scholar's ability, meant to clearly distinguish the faculty and staff from the other challengers and prevent them from becoming mixed together.
Angel roughly counted them. There were around a thousand people in the second batch.
And that was not the end.
Laplace told Angel that another batch of faculty and staff would arrive every half hour to hour. Three more batches were currently planned, with each maintaining a number of roughly one thousand people.
"If needed, this team can continue to expand." Laplace's tone was as flat as ever. At the end, she asked, "Do you need additional batches?"
Angel did not answer immediately. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "What is the functional composition of each batch?"
Laplace turned to look at the current team's composition. "The current makeup is roughly the same as the previous batch. Teachers and logistics personnel account for about ninety-nine percent. Their numbers are nearly equal, each making up half. The remaining tiny minority consists of people sent by the various races for inspection. They do not need to be granted permissions; simply settle them as ordinary residents."
Hearing this, Angel quickly calculated in his mind.
Under the current circumstances, the teaching teams from the first batch and this batch combined had already surpassed one thousand people.
There were currently around one