The clock in the room continued to tick dutifully. In the dim room, the faint yellow light seemed to sigh slowly.
Hades silently swept his gaze over the seven company captains seated around the long table. Expressionless, every one of them looked at him with stern silence.
They were waiting for his answer.
Hades fell silent.
He understood them.
The Barbarans replacing the Terrans was an inevitable outcome for this legion. Rather than resist it, they might as well find their own representative in advance and minimize their losses.
And the person they had chosen was Hades.
But Hades felt that merely passing the preliminary observation phase was not enough for them to directly hand over part of their authority.
There was most likely something else behind this, some hidden twists and turns.
This was both a bargaining chip and a restraint.
If Hades accepted, he would probably be tied to the Terrans' side, slowly working his way into the management ranks.
But even without the Terrans' request, with Hades's abilities and Mortarion's regard for him, he could reach that position anyway.
More importantly—
Hades himself had no desire to do so.
Being part of the management was not as simple as commanding on the battlefield.
Communicating with superiors, negotiating and coordinating with equals, distributing internal resources, attending to and managing subordinates.
The people he would be managing were not office workers just going through the motions, but real soldiers who fought on the battlefield.
If he truly entered the management ranks, it would mean spending an enormous amount of time and energy, while most likely being shackled into becoming a workhorse.
Before he had truly achieved anything, these veterans would probably use all sorts of words to manipulate him.
They would not give him real authority, but they would