Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Indeed, it was unlikely for Dyson to marshal such a massive force against the Goddess of Beauty City. However, the sheer scale of it still induced a profound sense of helplessness. And that was just one or two empires. What if all of humanity across the plane were to unite...?
While everyone was still reeling from the shock, Negris noticed that Ange had straightened his back.
Ange rarely sat up straight. He only did so when he was focusing intently or when he heard something that piqued his interest.
Negris leaned forward. Quietly, he asked, "Ange, what are you thinking about?"
Ange tilted his head and replied, "So many people, how much food would be needed?"
"Heh, so that's what you're calculating? Do you really think you can grow enough food to feed all the beings in the plane?" Negris sneered.
Knowing that Ange was pondering over such an impractical issue, Negris ignored him and continued listening to Anthony's analysis.
