There Isn't Much Time Left

Aolain was utterly helpless. He had no choice but to issue another order, focusing on expanding one area first, making them the last Territory Mage Working Group to copy Fran's approach.

"It looks like we can't win." After making that decision, Aolain said this to his assistant.

Every step they took had to follow behind the Wall District. Its foundations were sturdier than theirs, its execution stronger, and even the speed at which it produced results surpassed theirs.

Following behind the Wall District, he couldn't imagine them winning in the slightest.

But this was all he could do. Even when he came up with some ideas, they would ultimately prove him wrong. None of those ideas were useful.

Meanwhile, the special adviser from the Ocean Affairs Department could come up with the correct solution every time.

Their mistakes verified the special adviser's correctness time and time again, and each time, they had no choice but to follow behind her.

Even though everyone knew that doing this would still leave them unable to pass the final assessment, they had to continue.

Because there would be a second assessment after the first. If they didn't copy the Wall District's methods and quickly increase the number of Territory Mages in their area, they would have no future.

A work group without a future couldn't come up with reasonable ideas, nor did it have the proper environment for Aolain to keep trying new ones.

Aolain felt that they had fallen into a vicious cycle. The moment the Wall District started moving, they were doomed to lose.

"This is the most miserable defeat I've ever suffered."

Although there was still a long time before the final assessment, Aolain still said this directly to his assistant.

Even the assistant had nothing to say in response and