When Craig heard that he was supposed to find forty thousand girlfriends, he said nothing. He only stared at Sparta in silence.
That look said it all.
Four thousand girlfriends had already left him drained in body and soul. He felt as though he stood on the edge of a cliff, ready to topple over at any moment. His energy and endurance were at their limits.
Forty thousand was not merely ten times as many. To Craig, it meant his body, his time... none of it would belong to him anymore.
Every day would be spent meeting women, going on dates, and having sex. He would have no freedom left.
Sparta looked into Craig's exhausted eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he showed all the consideration for his subordinate of a profit-hungry boss.
"I know this is hard, but for the future of the Viltrumite Empire, you'll have to push yourself a little more."
"You already have four thousand girlfriends. A few more won't make much difference."
"With your constitution, you don't have to worry about exhausting yourself to death. It's all for the Viltrumite Empire."
He paused. Perhaps realizing how heartless he sounded, he added casually:
"Clayton has finished his task and doesn't need those supplements anymore. I plan to give them all to you from now on."
"See? I'm a good leader who looks after his people. I even have supplements ready for you."
"As the Empire's Grand Marshal, I have plenty to do every day. You have much less to worry about. All you need to do is have children."
"I'll give you ten years off. No paperwork in the office. Spend that time with your girlfriends, and find some more whenever you have a spare moment."
Craig parted his lips, ready to refuse, but Sparta raised