Whoever Wins, I'll Help Them? Whoever I Help Wins!

"Brilliant!"

"Absolutely brilliant!"

Lan Cai'er clapped her hands in delight.

Strategists were all sinister, shadowy sorts. Each one seemed able to see through everything and read people's hearts, as if nothing could escape their calculations.

What they loved most was using schemes to outwit the whole world, watching almost everyone become their pawns. That feeling was enough to make a strategist moan in satisfaction.

Perhaps to them, that feeling was even more exhilarating than shuddering a few times? And that was precisely why, what did strategists hate most? Charging into battle themselves!

Especially when a truly formidable strategist was forced to fight on the front lines, that feeling would inevitably drive him mad.

Their hearts would be screaming: I'm already this damn amazing. I've schemed against the whole world. Why should I still have to do anything myself? Everyone is a pawn in my hand!

But reality would answer: What the hell?!

I actually need to use force to solve this myself? Fight someone to the death with my sleeves rolled up? Damn it! What a disgrace!

To a truly brilliant strategist, this was absolutely a tremendous humiliation.

Forget someone who had schemed against the whole world and whose name shook the Myriad Realms—even Zhuge Liang from her previous life and the like. Even if you gave them a body full of martial prowess, would they really run to the front lines to kill enemies?

Actually get into a fight with someone?

Bah! Something only a brute would do! Using countless people as pawns—that was what people like us were meant to do~~~

Lan Cai'er naturally knew nothing about strategists like Zhuge Liang, but she did know that these strategists would absolutely never leap out and fight personally.

Because once they personally entered the fray and rolled up their sleeves,