"It's feasible. If your 'plan' is successful, it will increase our winning odds by 5% to 7%, and if the war drags on for fifty years, that number could rise to 20%. If it lasts two hundred years, the winning odds might exceed 50%..."
Xiuyi's verdict served as the final answer.
In the makeshift "chat room," seven Quasi-Gods and two (former) True Gods voted.
"I'll still abstain, seven to one... OK, let's execute it. We'll accept your price. We'll start you off with two cities as a base, and the remaining eight will be delivered when the final products are ready."
Saving the world not only requires a fee, but also a substantial profit, ensuring everyone is happy... Guan Xinxian's "prophecy" was proved right again, leaving Lu Ping'an even more exasperated.
"Indeed, we still underestimated you..."
"Inviting you to join this feast was the best decision I made."
"Young man, grow up quickly."
And the attitudes of the Big Shots became much friendlier.
