"Why work hard when you can gain without effort?"
This was Gary Smith's life creed.
Furthermore, how can one person's efforts compare to the combined forces of the top geniuses, evil spirits, and many giants from the three major camps?
Now, there was only one path to leave Shadow River, which meant they could only dutifully deliver themselves to his doorstep to be harvested like leeks.
Whether they hated him or respected him, he would drain them all the same.
Even for the geniuses of the Human Camp like Elliot Pine, Gary Smith didn't spare them and ingested most of their radiance. This way, they wouldn't stand out too much and attract attention from other camps. They could continue to struggle and gain a wealth of combat experience.
"I'm truly a great Samaritan!"
Gary Smith patted himself on the back. When he prepared to become the Final Producer, he had already thrown away his conscience ahead of time.
