Goals and Pressure
Know what people desire; discern what they fear.
As someone who wielded power, I couldn't afford to act as crudely and bluntly as my old pal Yarakir.
Selena had come to see me, and it was hard to say she trusted me much. But her goal was clear: to find clues related to the emblem.
Meanwhile, far away, a group of lost and helpless contractors were also searching for something related to the emblem.
Only they were looking for the hope it contained.
With that in mind, as the hidden hand lurking in chaos, I had decisively made the most reasonable arrangements from a position of strategic advantage, hoping to meet both sides' needs.
The connection was undeniably fragile, but Fu Qian believed that, thanks to his careful transmission, more than one Greedy Worm had received the solemn, exalted scene from a moment ago.
The blurry images only added to the mystery.
With a little filter he'd applied himself, Fu Qian believed that, to the Greedy Worms, it would be a sacred sight that filled them with ecstatic joy—
The Higher Being behind their oath hadn't abandoned them. He'd even shown them a scene of a pioneer receiving divinity, guiding them not to give up hope!
To inspire a team's inner drive, you had to give them a goal they could see.
All that management literature I'd read hadn't been for nothing.
It was easy to imagine how excited those people, who had been lost in uncertainty, would be when they suddenly saw this beacon of hope.
The road ahead would be long and arduous, but they would press on toward their goal.
And their goal was crystal clear: to seek out that divine pioneer.
Without further blessings, it was only natural to seek guidance from