"Damn, damn. It looks like it's not just The Writer setting me up now. Noah seemed to be holding back, planning something huge too."
Klein, who remained in Source Castle, was undoubtedly on the verge of collapse.
If he had to describe it, it was like thinking his buddy was taking him abroad to make a fortune, only to board the plane and discover it was headed for Myanmar...
Bush Gomen—
How could the heir of a top-tier Extraordinary organization possibly decide to pursue world peace?
With that money and those resources, couldn't he just be a rich playboy and casually help his brother make a little money on the side?
Thinking of this, Klein painfully slapped his thigh.
Klein did not even need to know Noah's entire plan. He could tell with his heel that it was one hundred percent unreliable. Just look at the current situation—throughout human history, not a single plan aimed at world peace had ever succeeded.
On the other hand, if everyone simply aimed to behave themselves, then the world might actually have a chance at peace.
So the question was, now that Klein knew about this, what could he do?
He could do nothing.
Even though he knew of this plan and was part of it, Klein was merely a tiny screw in the whole scheme. Right now, he even depended on the Café's support and protection.
As for reporting it...
Reporting something was not a solution for every situation. At the very least, he had to find someone capable of dealing with the person he wanted to report. Who could control a Café with a Sequence Zero?
What? This was merely Noah's personal plan, and his father, the general manager, knew nothing about it?
Then where had the Café's support program come from?