Being a hero was not so easy. Once someone reached that position, they might even be forced into doing certain things.
If he was worthy of that position, he was a hero. If not, he was a stain waiting to be exposed. Either way, no matter how things developed, it benefited Oran. Only his response needed to differ.
In theory, Gaspardi would be threatened into becoming a good person. And if he pretended to be one long enough, then he would truly become a good person.
The higher one stood, the more people watched. In some corner of the Four Seas, a base commander could block off information and turn the surrounding area into his own little kingdom, but Headquarters could not.
This was a world of extraordinary strength. Faced with powerful colleagues, one had to be even more cautious.
The people of this world were generally quite resilient. After recuperating for some time, the severely wounded had basically recovered. Still wrapped in bandages, they returned to Headquarters aboard the warship that had come for the trade.
Other than Gaspardi himself, none of the other Marines knew what Oran had said to him that night.
And after saying those things, Oran never contacted him again. It was as though he had never appeared, leaving Gaspardi to continue growing with his original unit like any ordinary Marine.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
After three bells rang, the station gates closed, and the last train entered an unused track.
The staff cleaned the station, while people at every station set out to inspect the tracks.
But Piltover remained bustling. The end of working hours meant the beginning of leisure time, and the street vendors began to get busy as well.
There was only one bank in all of Piltover, the Zodiac Vault, with no