Just as Ji Lang silently recalled his rather happy childhood.
Perhaps because he had nothing better to do, or perhaps because he wanted to find something to talk about to relieve his boredom and distract himself from the unease in his heart.
A teammate beside him, someone he got along with fairly well and who was holding a special instrument resembling a tablet computer, casually asked him:
"By the way, Ji Lang, I heard your son will turn one next week."
"Why did you choose to take part in this mission at a time like this?"
"Wouldn't it be better to stay home and keep your son company?"
Although some members of their team had been forced to come.
For example, the technicians who had special assignments requiring them to watch over various precision instruments on site and gather field data.
They had been assigned missions by important figures and had no choice but to come, like ducks driven onto a perch.
But mercenaries like Ji Lang, whose abilities were fairly good, could actually decide for themselves what missions they wanted to take.
So there was no need for him to take this risk. He could have chosen relatively safe hunting and collection missions. Upon hearing this, Ji Lang fell silent for a moment before answering with some helplessness on his face:
"That's true."
"But for his future, I still have to take a shot."
The man asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"Not long ago, the higher-ups released a new announcement. A month from now, Sublimation Potion No. 13 will officially go on sale, but buyers must possess the corresponding Mission Completion Count and Merits. This mission is the most suitable opportunity for me."
"Once I make it back alive."
"I'll only need to complete two or three