"Slap, slap!"
"Son of Sadomasochism" patted his chest, offering a guarantee:
"Don't worry, as long as we're not dead, we won't let you suffer even the slightest harm!"
"Speaking of which, do you have a 'Tyrant Body'? If you don't, when we level up later, we'll help you farm one..."
"Right, right, don't worry, we'll cover all the Points for you!" No.7 Little Chicken nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken.
The upcoming mission might not have a guaranteed success rate, and in case of failure, it'd be good to foster relationships for teaming up again.
Plus, even if they succeeded at the first attempt, such a great support character with specialized aids was a rare commodity within the company. There was a chance they'd be useful in other missions, so it was wise to maintain good relationships—an extra righteous father never hurt anyone!
'Tyrant Body'? Why would I want that trashy Talent…'
