Saine had previously left the impression on Wizard Civilization's high-level commanders that he was a battle-hardened Level-4 Magician with an exceptional ability to withstand pressure.
Moreover, judging from his past achievements, his personal strength was enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with a Level-5 Magician.
Yet for some reason, after returning to the battlefield of the Eye Demon Great World star region, the orders Saine received time and again were all for him to garrison various resource logistics bases.
Wizard Civilization also seemed inclined to ignore Saine's request for reassignment to the Underworld Star Region battlefield.
In the fifty-sixth year after arriving in the Eye Demon Great World star region, just as Saine was about to transfer to the seventh logistics plane he was assigned to guard,
Saine finally came to his senses and could not help considering, Could I have offended some high-level figure in the Wizard World?
Is that why they keep interfering with my battle assignments? Saine wondered.
That did not seem right!
No matter which aspect one considered, logistics garrison duties were easier and more desirable than front-line war assignments.
If some high-level figure in the Wizard World truly intended to make trouble for Saine, they should have sent him straight to die on the front line of some exceptionally fierce Civilization Battlefield.
Instead, they kept obstructing his transfer requests and arranging nothing but easy, comfortable work for him.
Saine could not make heads or tails of the current situation.
Over the past fifty-odd years, Saine had successively guarded seven logistics bases and had practically traveled across the entire Eye Demon Great World star region.
As a result, his familiarity with this star region now far surpassed his knowledge of any other.
Of course, Saine was not troubled by it. He also treated it as a