"Five years! Five whole years! Do you know what I've been through these past five years?"
"Don't tell me you've been playing Galaxy Brawl?"
Faced with Jonson's roar, Hogg could only answer that way. The thing was, he wasn't even lying. He'd been gaming hardcore for the past five years, and every day he'd seen the avatar with the ID "The Imperium's Only Warmaster" light up. Aside from Jonson, a career-obsessed fanatic, he couldn't think of any other idiot who'd choose a name like that.
Hogg's takedown left Jonson thoroughly displeased. All the Dark Angels in the dock turned to look at their Primarch, as if to say, "Way to go, Father!"
Nothing could inspire more resentment than fighting and bleeding out there while your boss lounged around at home. But Jonson clearly didn't care about that. He simply grabbed Hogg and dragged him toward the space elevator.
Jonson's sudden arrival caught Hogg completely unprepared. With Jeanne taken away by Malice for training, he'd had to handle the Angel of Bliss's forging work himself. Every day, he either pounded demon meatballs or holed up in his room gaming like a madman. He hadn't even stepped outside.
To ensure the Icarus Project proceeded smoothly, Hogg really hadn't been slacking off. He'd rather go without sleep than stop gaming, and now just the sight of a demon made him feel sick.
But you could be poor in anything except education. To give Jeanne a complete childhood, Hogg, her old man, had personally stepped in and taken on the hardest, most exhausting work in place of his mischievous kid.
And the results had been remarkable. In just five years, Hogg had somehow churned out 260,000 Angels of Bliss, each capable of serving as a human supercomputer. Today was also the big day Jeanne