"So, why did you bring so many people here all at once?"
Noah was speechless.
"Well, the main body is dealing with the Bound God's affairs. Wouldn't taking all these people over there drive them insane?"
"We don't have any other bases, and we couldn't exactly take them to the Café. Since we were coming to your place anyway, we brought them along."
Delasion watched Ademisor, using pure Spectator Pathway abilities to sort through his mental state as he casually said:
"There aren't that many of them anyway. They can squeeze into the cabins. I still need to explain the situation to them later."
At that, Delasion seemed to suddenly remember something.
"By the way, wasn't the Southern Continent originally South America? If you think about it carefully, they're already the darkest-skinned ethnic group on Earth now, so just treat them as—"
"Alright, that's enough. You don't need to say any more."
Noah's face darkened.
"Isn't that a bit too hellish?"
"Isn't the fact that Australia became the Abyss and Africa got blown to pieces even more hellish?"
"..."
Noah pinched the bridge of his nose and began wondering what kind of personality Adam had designed for Delasion.
Was this Adam's doing?
After several seconds of silence, Noah gave up on thinking any deeper about it.
"Anyway, what are you planning to do with these people afterward?"
"Mm, we'll see. Once I've explained things, most of them won't have any particular arrangement. Aside from Reinette, everyone else is too weak. Even if we take them in, at most we can send them to replace the created employees managing the Café."
After saying that indifferently, Delasion looked at Noah.
"You want to take them on as crew? Mm, that could work. They can't handle high-end battles, but clearing out minor fodder