Klein's promotion to captain of the Combat Squad caused quite a stir at the District Bureau.
Thanks to Bax, many of the District Bureau's missing personnel had returned recently.
These well-connected slackers, office aunties, and people with nothing to do all day had one greatest hobby: gossip.
The biggest news of the past few days had been that Klein had started slacking off, and everyone was happy to see his "decline."
After all, the whole environment was about slacking and coasting. If you alone worked hard to get ahead, wouldn't you seem completely out of place?
So when they suddenly heard that Klein had been promoted, they were unbearably bitter!
The auntie who had just encouraged Klein was already cracking sunflower seeds and chattering away. "That kid's luck has finally turned around, but I'd say this position is dangerous work. With the Combat Squad's half-baked skills, one day they might end up treating us to a funeral feast."
"Exactly. Later, I need to give that kid a few pointers. Why not just resign from the position? Wouldn't it be nice to drink tea and read the papers every day like me?"
Klein happened to pass by the office door at that moment and heard their gossip behind his back.
But he did not care. One could not discuss ice with summer insects; these people would never understand what he pursued.
He had found a new goal now.
Unlike Bax, who possessed powerful abilities himself, Klein's faith was far firmer.
As for the great deity who had pulled him out of the abyss of mediocrity, he did not care whether that being was righteous.
Now, he only wanted to do something for his faith.
When he arrived at the Combat Squad, the other four wore complicated expressions.
They had all been