Immigration

Mark, who had been longing for a new mech, soon got the chance to see one up close.

After all, the Spaceport only had around a thousand people, so the odds of being received by Simon were high.

Before this, Simon had already met with several construction teams.

He had discovered that everyone was under immense psychological pressure.

"Mr. Mark, your people are in the best condition I've seen today. Can you tell me why?" Simon did not know Mark's background, so he was curious.

"Governor, my Transcendent Power leans toward the mental aspect. Perhaps it has eased everyone's anxiety," Mark said honestly, without exaggerating his organizational abilities.

"That is a very good ability. I've just established the Spaceport government. Although the Lunar Spaceport does not have many residents yet, preparations in every area must begin. Are you of the Organizer sequence?" Simon asked.

"Yes. My abilities and past experience may be better suited to an administrative post, but I would rather become a knight." Mark knew that he would finally no longer have to do work he had already grown tired of, even if he was only trading it for work he might soon tire of as well.

Simon laughed at his candor. He did not look anything like the man known as the Butcher.

"Becoming an administrative official does not prevent you from becoming a knight. Take me, for example... Who would have thought I would become a local administrator?" Simon used himself as an example. If someone had claimed more than a decade ago that Butcher Simon could become a qualified administrator, they would have been mocked.

Simon's encouragement gave Mark a little more confidence, and the two discussed a few more details.

As a former grassroots official, Mark's abilities were worthy of recognition.

Drawing on his