''Tch, it's a waste of my time… But lucky for you, I'm not as cruel as you thought. I sincerely appreciate your help, therefore I'll send you a support unit… You should thank me—if someone else were sitting here today, they would send you to a special unit.''
The old soldier continued to write something on the paper as he spoke.
''Hope that after the campaign succeeds, you can find a way to live decently.''
Hector pressed lightly against his forehead in irritation. Veins slowly surfaced on his face. Indeed, his vessel was worse than he thought. Not only had he fallen under unfortunate circumstances, now he also faced difficulty joining the Lion Legion.
But if he accepted a support unit, what could he do? Menial work? Hauling the remains of corpses after battles?
If so, his contribution points wouldn't be enough to put him in the top ten. He needed to become a commander if he wanted to gain that much.
However, there were still some options—even if they were quite dangerous.
