"Every fruit can only grow strong after being nourished by countless outpourings of love. We must learn to cherish them."
In the underground palace within the Bright Society.
Lin Sheng looked at Bloodclad Colin, who wore a silver mask, and gave him a serious reminder.
"If everyone in the organization treated enemies the way you do, would we still have any chance of growing stronger?"
"You must understand that every enemy is a potential future companion, a future pillar of our organization.
"The stronger they are, the stronger we can become in the future."
He concluded at last.
"Therefore, we must constantly seek out stronger enemies, then turn them into our own people. That way, our strength will continue to grow, becoming ever greater, until no one can stand against us."
Colin, kneeling on one knee opposite him, wore an expression of remorse and pain.
"Yes, I understand what you mean. But I just can't control my hands. I hate how they always strike too quickly, accidentally hurting our future companions!
"It's all my fault!
"If I encounter enemies again, I'll definitely control myself. I'll make them feel the unique warmth of our Bright Society!"
Lin Sheng was speechless.
After spinning this nonsense for so long, even he had started to believe it.
He looked toward the Black Veil Pot members lying across the floor of the underground palace.
There were twelve official members in total, all unexpected gains from this operation.
Their injuries had already completely healed beneath the baptism of Holy Light. Only their consciousness had yet to fully awaken.
Among them was the most powerful one, the female mage Lia.
This mage had been truly unlucky. Her magical power was at least above level ten, and by Lin Sheng's estimate, she was definitely among the best of