Loa did not yearn for peace alone, but he firmly believed the world would enter a healthier cycle under his guidance. For millions of years, life had followed the bloody, violent law of the jungle. He would not play the kindly fool and make empty promises about World Peace.
But even by the law of the jungle, the world had gone terribly wrong.
Weak, brutal Dragon People were protected, while strong, decent people bowed their heads. Powerless civilians suffered oppression, while thugs who served the powerful lived in comfort. On a broader scale, this was profoundly harmful to the evolution of life itself.
If events followed the original story, the mysteries of history would be unraveled within the next few years. Once the truth came out, those wrongs would be corrected. His arrival had merely brought that day forward.
So whether he joined forces with Xin Luo or allied with Dragon, Loa was never entirely sincere. Once the age settled into peace, whichever side overstepped would face bloody suppression by the other two.
Dragon understood that. When Loa proved "stingy," he knew what he had to do.
What came next was beyond the involvement of ordinary people. Sabo alone stayed behind, while the others filed out the door to receive Loa's gift. Most were Fish-Men like Hack. Compared with ordinary humans, they had far greater vitality and could naturally wield greater fighting power.
Once it grew quiet outside and Dragon was sure no one else was nearby, he nodded for Sabo to bring out the item. Sabo had been carrying a silver-white case all along, and Loa had already glanced at it several times.
Like a deal between gangsters, Sabo undid the clasps and opened the case toward Loa.
"This is!"
Loa's pupils contracted sharply. He stared at the object