Percival stroked his beard, smiling warmly as he watched everything unfold in the silver mirror.
"I must say, the lad is quite lucky."
Every resource point was actually surrounded by a multitude of monsters; it was just John's good fortune that he turned these potential foes into friends.
Geoffrey's aged face broke into a wide grin, his wrinkles tightening.
"Sometimes, luck is indeed a part of strength."
Otherwise, why wouldn't others have such good luck?
He speaks the monsters' language, dodges their initial assaults, and even managed to persuade the Treemonkey King to collaborate with him.
Isn't that a form of strength?
If others feel it's unfair, they are more than welcome to try and negotiate their own alliances with the bosses.
Lavinia and others hurried to the coordinates John had sent.
When they saw the diligent monkeys using blaststone to smash the ground, they were momentarily lost for words.
