Chapter 1160: Chapter 1160

1160: Chapter 1146: Despair or Hope?

(Part 2) 1160: Chapter 1146: Despair or Hope?

(Part 2) “We are few on this planet, and if we want to gain the greatest benefit, we must choose ‘collaborators’…

This is their world, and if they wish to save their own world and ethnic group, then the war belongs to them…”

Lu Ping’an wasn’t such a bad guy.

“The world is theirs; we can’t take it away, but we need the resources and benefits from here, so, we can give them what they need most, which they are willing to exchange everything for…”

Lu Ping’an wasn’t a saint.

“Unless the basic policies of our Eastern Country are modified to allow private overseas colonies, we must rely on their power, not just in battle but also in management and the collection of resources and benefits…”

“I know what you’re thinking.

They’re weak, fragile, but…

they’re willing to exchange everything for their lives, and that’s enough to trade for the power to change fate in my hands.

These are my rules, to give hope to the despairing, dawn to the forsaken, warmth to the starving, and to the Warrior…”

Lu Ping’an paused for a moment before continuing.

“To the Warrior, sacrifice or death…”

Lu Ping’an was very realistic; his experiences from his previous life up to his death made him realize that some things are helpless from the start and that even those hopeful endeavors might end in vain despite putting in everything one has.

“At least, they had a dream with a little hope…”

Contemplating and hesitant, Lu Ping’an finally made his decision.

And don’t underestimate his personal decision; as Elder Deer from the high-level Southern Lin Woman Power had said before, Lu Ping’an himself was a “Big Boss” who could influence the overall situation.

Now, it has been only three years since the Lin Woman Power made significant inroads into this world.

Leveraging their high-quality top and upper-level forces, they became the kings of the New Era, but how they should treat the local ethnic groups remained an unsettled policy.

In most cases, owing to the relatively high average morality of Eastern Country People across Earth, coupled with “public treatment,” they mostly use them as cheap labor…

but in reality, the capabilities of the Long Hand Clan are limited.

They are not as suitable for hard labor as the treacherous Merfolk, having frail bodies compared to other ordinary Exotic Races.

As for being Warriors?

That was even more unlikely.

But from the beginning, Humans held the key to changing everything.

“There is a possibility for the Long Hand Clan to become professionals, although slightly lower than Humans, there’s still a three or four-tiered chance…”

Such a success rate was already sufficient for mass-producing combat power, and the biggest advantage of the professional system was actually “indiscriminate,” as it existed in large numbers on Earth and was not limited to Earth alone.

There had already been mass production of Long Hand Clan professionals, but as there were only four Human deities on the planet, and only one of them provided the “Path” privately for the Long Hand Clan, the output wasn’t much, and the varieties were quite barren.

Mostly, it was the support role provided by the “Sailor Path” from the Ocean God, and that path’s pure combat power was probably one of the weakest among the Battle-professions…

“I can give you power, and even based on your performance, allow our deities to lift restrictions on you…”

Looking at the two hundred or so Long Hand Clan members and the fifty-plus Fishmen/Merfolk in front of him, Lu Ping’an calmly said.

He was just normally recruiting warriors and only demanded a certain level of “actual combat experience”…

those who had the courage to pick up weapons and defend themselves and their families in this environment had already proven their bravery.

“And now, for those of you without the care of any deity, perhaps, I am your deity…

the kind that charges a fee.”

The Courtyard’s Great Gate opened for them; perhaps the gods above couldn’t provide a way upwards, but Lu Ping’an’s “Library” could.

All it required was a little bit of Life…

The leading figure was the leader of a Refugee Camp, a grey-haired Exotic Species Long Hand.

Lu Ping’an remembered him because he had an oddly singular syllable transliterated name, “Lu.”

Although Lu Ping’an was not fluent in the language of the Eastern Country, the fact that he could teach himself in such a short time already demonstrated that his intelligence, as well as that of his ethnic group, was truly not low.

Lu Ping’an stretched out his hand, grasped an imaginary cup, and said with a smile:

The leader of the Long Arm People swung his fist, his firm words revealing a willingness to sacrifice everything.

For those who have had everything taken from them, committing what’s left to gain a chance at revenge…

isn’t that a terrific thing?

This time, Lu Ping’an felt a bit at a loss.

“……I was only joking.

What you need is to become ‘sponsored trainees’ in my company, and undertake certain business operations for a period of time.

The cost of training will be deducted from your labor, After clearing the account, you can choose to continue to serve me, or leave on your own.

Of course, there is an additional fee to pay upon leaving, but I can let you pay it in installments…”

Lu Ping’an didn’t draft a new contract specially; he took the training plan used at Ancient City University for his company’s interns and slightly modified it….

The terms were definitely very strict, but at least, he treated the other party as an intelligent creature, not some kind of animal.

“…You will fight for me, for me and for the future of my human ethnic group…”

Lu Ping’an, holding the contract, pointed directly at the first page and stated his requirements.

“……But, you are also fighting for yourselves, you can gain strength and reputation in battle, and if you truly perform well, proving your potential, only then will I have the confidence to petition the Three Gods for their protection over you and your kin, lost throughout the world…”

Given Lu Ping’an’s status now, this was certainly not an empty promise.

He really could file a formal application with the Deity, and chances were, he would probably receive approval.

After all, acquiring as many losers as possible was beneficial for humans, and gaining more worshippers was advantageous for deities as well.

The only issue was the ‘political problem’ potentially caused by human Deity protecting the Exotic Races; no high-level Church official was willing to initiate this clearly controversial resolution.

And this wasn’t really a big problem, after all.

The Lin Nu Orthodox Church had independent ecclesiastical authority, and the native gods had no jurisdiction here.

The only thing was that sending word back probably wouldn’t be well-received, and the person who stood out might just end up taking the blame…

“…As for taking the blame, I’ll shoulder it—after all, I never expected to make much of a mark inside the Lin Nu Church.

If things really blow up, the worst they can do is expel me from the Church…”

Lu Ping’an shrugged it off, surprisingly unconcerned.

The protection of a god was not just about the power of a profession; it was also about the right to use altars to obtain various supernatural powers and Divine Grace.

In this world, even the weakest and most vulnerable, as long as they could receive the false Divine Grace, would at least have the capacity to flee.

“Come, fight for me, fight for the future of yourselves and your kin, and prove that my choice was not wrong….”

Behind Lu Ping’an, the ethereal Great Gate became solid and slowly opened wide.

Walking through it could offer power and hope, yet stepping onto the battlefield promised more likely despair and death.

How would they choose?

In Lu Ping’an’s estimation, out of the more than 250 individuals, if seventy to eighty Warriors stepped forward, that would suffice.

Then, some might hesitate for a moment and come racing after…..sorry, by that time, no more would be needed, and he had prepared just the right number of a hundred sets of equipment and positions.

Strange noises converged, the simple Eastern Country word “I” repeated over and over.

When everyone before him stepped into the battlefield and death without hesitation, Lu Ping’an knew that perhaps he had underestimated the despair and hope forged by centuries of suffering….