Overall, the development of the little blue planet over these four years had been encouraging.
According to the current plans of the Earth Allied Federation, the first interstellar spaceship would take off at the end of this year.
When the Earth Allied Federation got back on the fast track, and the Earth Federation realized it was short on manpower, the era of generous benefits naturally came roaring back.
That was how things were.
Even the Supervision Bureau, which was now independent of the Federation yet still part of it, had practically nothing to do.
After all.
The Midgardians had moved away.
The Atlanteans had moved away.
The sorcerers would be leaving soon too.
The ordinary dark side was seizing the opportunity to whitewash itself and buy interstellar warships. As for the supernatural dark side, with the five Gold Saints holding down the fort, who would dare cause trouble?
If Mephisto could be dealt with by someone else, Lake would honestly have loved to ask the Gold Saints to help him take care of him.
A few days later.
Lake kissed Rachel, whom he had not seen in quite some time, and then reappeared on Gardiners Island.
"Director!"
His assistant Tiffany looked at the very much alive Lake before her, her face filled with pleasant surprise and excitement. "You're back?"
Lake smiled. "Missed your director?"
Tiffany answered bluntly, "I was afraid you weren't planning to come back. I was already planning to switch jobs."
Lake burst out laughing. "Really? You're my person. Who would dare poach my people while bearing my wrath?"
Tiffany said seriously, "I was planning to go to Stark Industries."
Lake shook his head and led Tiffany into the Operations Center.
Victoria Hand was in the Operations Center. She turned to look at Lake as he entered, and