This was one, this was two, this was a linear equation in two variables, this was a second-order matrix—more than just the rate at which mission difficulty increased was exceedingly strange.
In the present-day Illusory Mist Realm Country.
Even among those holding official posts, few could understand what significance the missions assigned to them truly held, or what completing them was supposed to accomplish.
To them.
More often than not, the situation simply felt deeply bizarre—
Their own assigned tasks were clearly of unclear significance, and sounded tremendously thorny besides—so thorny that merely hearing the requirements would make them involuntarily wonder, Is this really a task I can handle? Yet once they truly carried out the relevant work according to the requirements, the entire process would often prove incomparably smooth, as though the difficult parts had already been dealt with in advance. All they actually needed to do was abandon pointless thoughts and rigidly follow orders, and the task would inevitably be resolved with ease.
All you needed were hands!!
This damn task sounded absurdly difficult, like a nightmare, but when it came down to doing it, all you needed were hands!!
However—
Even after handling task after task exactly as required, their heads would still be filled with question marks, with no idea what exactly they had done.
Only when chance brought them into remote communication with certain colleagues far away, allowing everyone to compare their respective tasks and connect those tasks with certain recent events...
Would they suddenly realize amidst their dawning enlightenment that the task they had previously carried out had actually been intended to help some person in some region complete another task.
It was as though someone had long since seen through and guided everything from behind the scenes, keeping every person and every matter